This Week: Game Kid gets trapped in a world of yellow people

Burns slams the phone down, whirls his chair around, and looks out his massive picture-window at the radioactive pall hanging over Springfield.

"Bah! The fools... how do they expect me to run a successful nuclear power plant and shell out millions on a new computer safety system?"

"Permission to snivel in agreement, Sir?"

"Permission granted."

Burns swivels his chair round again and punches a button on his desk. A wooden panel slides into a recess, exposing a bank of screens showing various scenes of laziness and disorder - like Game Kid playing Actua Soccer at his terminal while a red warning light flashes behind him...

"Who is that man, Smithers?"

"That's Game Kid, Sir. Sector 7G."

"Game Kid, eh? We'll see about that... "

"Would you like to sack him, Sir?"

"Sack him? No, no, no! That wouldn't do at all - yet. In fact I'd very much like to meet this "Mr Game Kid" - he could be the answer to all our prayers, Smithers. Why spend millions on a so-called computer genius when we have one in our very midst?!"

"But Mr Burns, I don't think he's really an expert at all. After all - he's only playing Actua-"

"Are you arguing with me, Smithers?"

"Of course not, Sir."

"Good..."

"GAME KID TO MR BURNS' OFFICE... GAME KID TO MR BURNS' OFFICE..."

Five minutes later...

"Err... Mr Burns, you wanted to see me?"

"Ah, Game Kid; I've been expecting you. Do come in!"

"Err... thank you, Mr Burns."

Gingerly Game Kid crosses the huge office.

"I've been watching you, Game Kid. It seems that in you we've had a bit of a computer whiz-kid on our hands without our knowing it!"

"Well, I wouldn't say-"

"Come now, don't be so modest... or do you want to be dismissed on the spot?"

"I'm a computer whiz-kid, Sir."

"Excellent..."