HOMER; Barney, What are you doing here?

God knows how he got in, but the town drunk was there, forehead, hair and shirt soaked with sweat, eyes filled with horror. He was certainly the worse case of panic Scott had seen in his career with the International Rescue, and we all know he had seen plenty of those. He had to get rid of that guy; He could jeopardize the success of the mission with all that panic.

The strange guy grabbed the security inspector by the shirt. While he seriously shook him, he yelled;

BARNEY; Where's the beer, Homer? WHEEEEERE'S THE BEEEEEER!

SCOTT; (We're all this close to die and all he can think about is beer!) Please, sir, calm down, this is a rescue mission.

Than, Scott had news from Thunderbird 4;

SCOTT; Go ahead, Thunderbird 4!

GORDON (through radio, of course);I think I found what clogs the coolant tube. I just don't get what on earth it's doing there. I sent the wireless camera and I'll show you the picture.

Seconds later, Scott could see the image on his communicator. The obstruction was made of some strange dark but yet transparent matter. Words on the tickets gave the picture it's sense; "Molson Canadian", "Labatt Blue", "Moosehead Dry", "Alpine Lager Beer, 6.2 alc.vol."

Suddenly, Barney's babbling made sense. Homer and the panicked guy were in the back, with faces like kids who just did something forbidden.

SCOTT; Mr. Simpson, I think you can explain to me what these beer bottles are doing there.

HOMER; Well, okay. Moe, a guy who owns a tavern, was afraid that has was going to have to close his place after another tavern opened just across the street, so he put up a plan to make me, Barney, Lenny and Carl smuggle Canadian beer from north of the border. I hid the beers in the coolant tube that goes in the river and when Moe wanted more beer, he gave me a call, I'd push the button to clean the coolant tube and the beers were in the river. Moe only had to go pick them downstream, just behind his bar. When the guy with the strange eyes and shot, I knew that we were going to have a beer jam, and I called you, just like he told me to.

SCOTT; Traffic, eh? You'll explain that to the cops. Now, let's get rid of these bottles before we have a meltdown on our hands. Thunderbird 4! Let's get rid of that bunch of beer bottles!

GORDON; F.A.B.!

Gordon used TB4's grab to move just a few bottles, the master ones that seemed to cause the whole blockage. After just 3 out of the way, the others followed, half of them crashing on the submarine or on the sides on the coolant pipe, spilling the alcoholic liquid in the already polluted waters of the Springfield river.

Meanwhile, inside the power plant,

The poor mighty atom is trapped in a corner, facing the euh….mighty…eh! Homer.

HOMER; (Hey, look! A mouse, hehehehehe! Look at it go! Lisa would like it, and if I bring it back to her, maybe she'll stop being so mad at me for the time I screwed her saxomophone on the garden hose and used it to wash the car because I couldn't take Flanders's hose handle…)

So, homer takes the mouse and puts it in his pocket.

SCOTT; Mr Simpson, mr Gumble, now that the power plant is safe, I believe you have a few things to explain to the police.

Of course, to say that, Scott never met the "professional" and "efficient" officers of the Springfield police department before! He came right to them, with the two guys who were not even struggling, but there was nothing to divert their attention…from those drunken three-eyed fish in the river, after the beer spill.

CHIEF WIGGUM; Oh, aren't they funny? Oh! Look at that one, Lou! Just like you at that party we had with the guys in the slammer.

SCOTT; Okay, guys, I'm a rescuer, not a police officer. I believe you're off the hook, you two.

HOMER; Woohoo! I'm off to Moe's!

The two guys, who had seemed so out of shape, are running to their watering hole while Thunderbird 4 surfaces and Gordon gets out of it.

GORDON; Gee! Drunks, beer bottles, stupid police officers, do you think dad will believe us, Scott?

SCOTT; I don't know if I believe it myself and I don't want to try it on dad. We'll just say the plant was deserted and that the coolant duct was clogged with weed. It's all lies, but it sounds more compelling to me.

The next day, the Hood had his mouse back, unaware of its little detour through Homer's pocket. Excited, he immediately put the tiny film on the projector.

It was not control boards or any high tech wonders that he saw, but faces, ugly and drunk faces, lying on a bar among empty beer bottles.

All twat was on the pictures was Homer and his little buddies, at Moe's, completely drunk.

…and as usual when the Hood is not pleased with the results of his evil plans, the rage has to come out. That time, it came out on the Mighty Atom, that got out of there a total loss, of absolutely no use.