Chapter 11: Epilogue

Stanford Pines and Fiddleford McGucket were disassembling the portal. "I am so sorry, Fiddleford." Ford sadly said.

"Don't be, Stanford." Fiddleford replied. "You just needed help with an experiment."

"Not that, Fiddleford." Ford explained. "I'm sorry for not believing your idea of personal computers would work."

"Don't sweat, Stanford." Fiddleford reassured his friend. "So many people rejected my idea before I met Stan. No offence but I only trusted him because I was desperate and he was the first person who said my idea could sell. He considered my idea ridiculous but he believed it was just a matter of 'sales pitch'. I still don't believe his pitch worked."

"I know, Fiddleford." Ford sadly commented. "I'd never think of that strategy to sell the computers. Stanley earned his share of the profits."

"Why so sad, Stanford?" Fiddleford asked. "I feel it's not only because Bill double-crossed you. Are you upset over the millions you'd have if you worked with my idea?"

"No, Fiddleford." Ford answered. "It sounds immature but usually Stanley bested me at physical challenges and I bested him at intellectual ones. But now Stanley was, as my father says, smarter than me where it really matters."

"And by that, you and he mean…"

"How to make money." Ford completed.

Fiddleford frowned. "Stanford, if wealth were all that mattered to you, you'd have used your grant on some invention or formula that could be sold for a fortune instead of risking your neck like you did here. Your only mistake was being all or nothing."

Meanwhile, Stan and Filbrick were having a conversation of their own. "So, you're really impressed, Dad?" Stan eagerly asked.

"Of course I am, knucklehead." Filbrick bluntly answered. "Even if it was a stroke of luck that gave you a chance to put your salesmanship skills into making an honest fortune, you still had to be skillful enough to convince customers to buy computers and everything else your business partner invented. You even managed to be smarter than Stanford where it mattered."

"His work will still make him rich and famous on his own right, Dad." Stan supported his brother.

"Perhaps but he's too stupid to take the shorter road in spite of the longer one not being necessary for him." Filbrick argued. "So, why didn't you return for even a visit? You met my terms by becoming a millionaire."

"I felt like I should have waited until you called me, Dad." Stan explained.

"Pride is something the both of us have, son." Filbrick stated. "You're welcome to visit us anytime you want, son. Just call in advance."

"I will, Dad." Stan replied with a tear of joy.

End story.