You’re a scientist but your inventions have caused things to go wrong like the time an energy-projecting machine you were designing shrunk your son, his siblings, and his friends. The same thing happened today but with your wife, Diane Szalinski; she got hit with a machine that just made her obese and immobile. She’s fine with her situation since nobody’s in danger, you and her are just relaxing in the garden. “Could you get me more pies, dear? I’m getting a bit into these…”