“Yes,” I lied, unwilling to let an obvious opportunity pass.

“Get lost!” he barked out, and slammed the door in my face. I stood outside for a moment, nonplussed, before knocking again. He didn’t answer.

I was debating whether to leave or to try a third time, when a young sharkfilly trotted up.

“Hi, Mister!” she chirped out. “Are you here to see Dr. Crankshaft?

“I suppose so,” I said. “What can you tell me about him?”

Her eyes grew round, as she hopped in place. “Only that he’s the bestest smartest scientist and inventor in the entire world!”

Still a little irked, I felt the need to be pedantic…
“Then I certainly need his help,” I declared...