one week later the two men had everything ready. that night, as quietly as possible, they moved to a position behind a fence near the skyrocket launching racks. dr. morton was carrying a compass, a flashlight, and a small clinometer; harvey was struggling with two large skyrockets. he whispered, "what if we miss or they go off too soon, or something?"

"nonsense, harvey," said dr. morton. he busied himself with the flashlight and compass, and carefully aimed one of the rockets. "you forget i am a physicist." he then aimed the other rocket and checked elevation with the clinometer. "the fuels are standard, and i worked out the trajectories on the computer. ready with your match? these are going to explode in the canal, and get everybody in the canal casino all wet." he peeked over the fence, to see how the regular display was doing. "here comes their finale. ready, set, light!"

covered by the launching of the last of the official display, their two rockets arced up and away. one of them did explode in the canal, and most of the casino's patrons did get wet. but the other wobbled off to the right, landed on the roof of harvey's bachelor home and burned it to the ground.