Someday I sure hope they actually invent the portable hole:

Cartoon Synopsis:
Mousey little Prof. Calvin Q. Calculus introduces his latest invention, the "portable hole." It changes the world, and much of the cartoon shows examples of its many uses and abuses. A criminal steals it for evil purposes. The professor's wonderful invention fails to impress his horrible, nagging wife, though. She endlessly browbeats and insults him about everything. Eventually, the man calmly creates a hole, places it underneath his wife as she continues to tell him just how worthless he and his inventions are, and allows her to fall through the hole and into the Earth's crust. Moments later, the wife is chucked back up the hole, and a distraught devil climbs out and says, "Don't you think I have enough problems down there without her?"
Mousey little Prof. Calvin Q. Calculus introduces his latest invention, the "portable hole." It changes the world, and much of the cartoon shows examples of its many uses and abuses. A criminal steals it for evil purposes. The professor's wonderful invention fails to impress his horrible, nagging wife, though. She endlessly browbeats and insults him about everything. Eventually, the man calmly creates a hole, places it underneath his wife as she continues to tell him just how worthless he and his inventions are, and allows her to fall through the hole and into the Earth's crust. Moments later, the wife is chucked back up the hole, and a distraught devil climbs out and says, "Don't you think I have enough problems down there without her?"
And someday I want to know the meaning of the word - whole.
And just how can you fix a hole in the ground?
FIXING A HOLE
I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in
And stops my mind from wandering
Where it will go
I'm filling the cracks that ran through the door
And kept my mind from wandering
Where it will go
And it really doesn't matter if I'm wrong
I'm right
Where I belong I'm right
Where I belong
See the people standing there who disagree and never win
And wonder why they don't get in my door
I'm painting my room in a colourful way
And when my mind is wandering
There I will go
And it really doesn't matter if I'm wrong
I'm right
Where I belong I'm right
Where I belong
Silly people run around, they worry me
And never ask me why they don't get past my door
I'm taking the time for a number of things
That weren't important yesterday
And I still go
Fixing a hole where the rain gets in
Stops my mind from wandering
Where it will go.


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