"For the last time Szalinski, Fluorosilicone is not a working substitute and the only 'free energy' you will get is the explosive decompre-"
"Huahyl!" Goofy hollered as he careened through the canteen doors, on a direct collision course for the two scientists convening over two bowls of instant noodles. The two men barely had time to gape before impact occurred. Pens, paper, ramen, a clipboard, and at least one test tube went flying into the air, landing on or around Goofy seconds after he himself crashed to the ground.
"Don' worry fellers, somethin' broke ma fall!"
"T-that would be me." The more nebbish of the two replied, pushing Goofy off of him and picking up his horned rim glasses from where they had fallen.
"Gawrsh, sorry about that. My name's Goofy!" Goofy replied, putting out a hand.
"Wayne Szalinski." The other man replied, taking the hand from his still-prone position. A moment later the other scientist grasped his other hand, and together they pulled him up. In direct contrast to the other, this man was almost unrealistically handsome, with the sort of chiseled jaw that belonged on a 1950s thanksgiving advertisement.
"Oh, what did I ever do to deserve such a cacophonous workplace?" the man asked, hauling Szalinski to his feet and then dusting down his coat.
"You invented Flubber."
"I did?" The man's pleasant face scrunched up in an expression of befuddlement. "Oh that's right, I did. So sorry, have we met?" The man asked, shaking Goofy's hand in turn. "Phillip Brainard. I invented Flubber."
"Well, gawrsh. Isn't that the stuff they say blew u-"
"Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch!" Szalinski interrupted, covering Goofy's muzzle as quickly as he could. "He gets sad."
"Well no, I was tryin' ta tell that it didn' actually-"
"There you are!" A supercilious voice rang out as Dr. Channing returned. "Mr. Goof, I see you have met some of our… faculty."
"Yup. I was just about ta tell Phil here that-"
"Oh, he left." Szalinski said. "I think he saw Dr. Kelzukhan's new alembic and wandered after him."
"Oh, this just will not do." Dr. Channing declared. "We're on the verge of some real recognition he- I mean, a very productive partnership! We can't have our researchers just wandering off."
"Well, maybe ya could introduce me ta some other folks?"
"Oh, a splendid idea! Absolutely capital. Let's see… aha!"
A moment later Channing led Goofy confidently across the room to where a young woman was enjoying her lunch. "Ah, Miss Dorothy! I'd like you to meet our guest for the day, Goofy… Goof. Visiting our humble institute at the behest of Doofenshmirtz himself! He invented sapience, you know."
"Hi there!" The young woman replied, hopping up from the bench and happily shaking Goofy's hand. Her labcoat shook gently, puffing out with "Call me Dottie! And… Dr. Channing… I think it was his employee. Wendy Wower? I'm not a roboticist but it was in all the papers. Literally all of them. There was one in Nature."
"Hyuck, that's right."
"Yes well, all the same thing in the end. My apologies." Channing replied lamely. "But nevermind! Miss Dorothy, please, tell Mr. Goof what you have been working on."
"I'm working on the means by which cognizance arises in inanimate objects!"
Channing blinked.
"Like Lamb here!" She added, pulling an old, well-loved stuffed lamb out of the overstuffed pocket.
"Oh lord. I'd completely forgotten you-"
"Hmm? What's that Lambie?" Dottie asked, holding the stuffed creature up to her ear before turning to Channing. "Lambie says you should really keep better track of the research you authorized funding for, Dr. Channing."
There was a pause.
"Also I'd appreciate it if you respected my degree, I spent eight years so that I could introduce myself as Dottie. Not you. Uh. That part was me. Not Lamb."
"Right, um yes, of course. Er. Well. Good to have seen you, then, Excuse- yes…" Channing muttered as he awkwardly steered Goofy away.
"I'm so sorry Mr. Goofy, Mi… er. Doctor McStuffins has some odd ideas, I must admit. Animated toys. Heh. Now then… ohh dear. There must be someone else I can-"
"Why, yes. I think perhaps there is."
Channing stopped short.
Standing beside Goofy, grinning widely, was a man with a neat ginger beard. A pristine white labcoat fringed with a whorl of rainbow color covered a red vest patterned with chaotic, riotous squares. His voice was kind but reedy, in contrast with his fit physique, and seemed to belong to a man with more years than the ungrayed hair upon his head would suggest he had. Atop it all was a magnificent silk hat, pulled as if from a bygone era, topped itself with a pair of working goggles laid slightly askew above its brim.
"Mercurial." Channing said with a somewhat forced grin. "...Have you met our guest?"
The man doffed his hat in a deep bow.
"Ho ho. A pleasure."