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        HARRIS AND PHILIPPE: THE SCIENCE FAIR FIASCO
                        Short Story

                   by Julio Lonnie Lopez
                            2025
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A Harris and Philippe Story

Philippe stared at his empty science fair table. Tomorrow
was the big day, and all he had was a title: "The Effects
of... Something... On... Other Things."

"That's a very broad topic," Harris observed from where he
was reorganizing Philippe's molecular structure for better
posture. "Perhaps too broad. Like that time I accidentally
made the Pacific Ocean twice as wide. The fish were not
happy about the extra commute."

"I need something amazing," Philippe sighed. "Everyone else
has volcanoes and robots and—"

The air suddenly smelled like metal and cotton candy. "Oh
no. We're already—"

"Welcome to the Intergalactic Science Symposium!" Harris
announced. They stood in what looked like a convention
center, if convention centers were built from crystal and
anti-gravity. "Where better to get inspiration than the
greatest scientific minds in the universe?"

Harris now wore a lab coat covered in blinking lights and a
name tag that read "Dr. Unicorn, PhD in Everything and
Nothing Simultaneously."

"Harris, I don't think—" Philippe started, but was
interrupted by a floating blob of purple goo wearing
glasses.

"Welcome, welcome!" the blob gurgled cheerfully. "I'm Dr.
Splorch, head of the Culinary Sciences Division. You're just
in time for our annual Food Festival slash Science Fair!"

"Food Festival?" Harris's ears perked up.

"Science Fair?" Philippe squeaked.

"Oh yes!" Dr. Splorch bubbled. "We combine our greatest
scientific achievements with our greatest snacks. It's much
more fun than keeping them separate. Last year's
anti-gravity cupcakes were a huge hit, once we got everyone
down from the ceiling."

Before Philippe could protest, Harris had already signed
them up as presenters. "Don't worry," the unicorn whispered,
"I have a plan."

"Your plans usually end in chaos," Philippe reminded him.

"Exactly!" Harris beamed. "And what is science but organized
chaos? With snacks!"

                           * * *

The next few hours were a blur of activity. Harris used his
horn to create a demonstration of Earth's solar system made
entirely of Jell-O, with planets that actually orbited and
occasionally got eaten by passing alien scientists who
thought they were samples.

"The wobbling really adds to the authenticity," one
three-headed judge commented, while consuming Jupiter.

Philippe found himself explaining Earth science to
increasingly bizarre creatures, each more enthusiastic than
the last. A group of sentient crystals were particularly
fascinated by his description of rain.

"Water? Just falls from the sky? For free?" they chimed in
harmonious disbelief.

"And you don't even have to file paperwork for it?" asked a
bureaucratic-looking robot who was carefully documenting
everything in binary.

Things were going surprisingly well until Harris got
distracted by the snack table and accidentally activated the
emergency teleporter with a particularly powerful
thunder-fart. Suddenly, half the alien scientists found
themselves transported directly into Philippe's school gym.

"Oh dear," Harris said, now wearing safety goggles that
showed next week's weather. "This might be a bit awkward to
explain."

But the aliens, thinking this was part of the presentation,
simply began setting up their own exhibits. Dr. Splorch
started distributing samples of something that looked like
blue spaghetti but tasted like happiness.

                           * * *

When Philippe's mother arrived at the science fair the next
morning, she found three quantum physicists disguised as
humans in trench coats and very tall hats, a demonstration
of faster-than-light travel that everyone assumed was a
clever use of mirrors, an actual miniature black hole
getting compliments as "a very realistic special effect,"
and Harris — still in his lab coat — explaining to the
judges how Philippe had created "A Cross-Cultural Study of
Scientific Methods Through Interpretive Dance and Gelatin
Architecture."

"The use of wobbling desserts to demonstrate cosmic
principles is particularly inspired," the principal
declared, pinning a blue ribbon on Philippe's project.
"Though perhaps next time with less blue spaghetti? Some of
the parents are floating."

"That's just enthusiasm," Harris assured everyone, while
secretly using his orange creamsicle eye-beams to guide the
floating parents back to earth.

The alien scientists were eventually returned to their own
dimension — after exchanging business cards with several
impressed kindergarteners — and Philippe's project was
featured in the school newsletter as "Most Creative Use of
Food in Scientific Demonstration."

                           * * *

"You know," Philippe said later, looking at his ribbon, "I
actually learned a lot about science. Real science, I mean.
Not just the part about alien snacks."

"The scientific method is all about observation, hypothesis,
and experimentation," Harris nodded sagely. "For instance, I
hypothesize that if I turn all your homework into
marshmallows..."

"Please don't."

"Too late!" Harris announced cheerfully, as Philippe's
backpack began to smell like a campfire.

Some say that on quiet nights, you can still hear Dr.
Splorch's blue spaghetti singing happy songs in the school
cafeteria. The lunch lady just calls it "Tuesday's Special"
and no one asks too many questions.


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