“Lazy nephew,” muttered Dr. Frankensteve affectionately. “I shall soon cure that!” He drew a device covered in blinking lights out of his pocket.

With a flash, Eagor was transformed into a super industrious bumblebeaver.

“What have I done!?” cried Dr. Frankensteve, and changed him back.

“What?” mumbled Eagor.

“I’ve invented a machine that allows people to stockpile sleep!”

“Sounds lame.”

“Silly nephew! Now students can sleep longer when they aren’t busy, and stay up all night when they are, with no side effects!”

(Then the author cried, because it wasn’t true.)

“More like la-bore-atory,” deadpanned his nephew, Eagor.

“Yes, that’s what I said. Laboratory.”

“Right, but if you emphasize the ‘bore’ part…”

“I’m not sure what you’re getting at.”