It was just another typical day at the Central Park zoo. The weather was fair and the zoo was shut down for the day, so there were hardly any people around except for the zookeepers. Now there was lots of time to spare for Kowalski as he carefully measured a green chemical into a beaker. Then he tinkered a bit with his abacus, and then returned back to the beaker and poured it into a larger beaker that was already filled with a transparent, colorless chemical. It began sizzling as it turned into a blue color. Kowalski took in a puzzled look as he looked over his clipboard of papers. He began to compute his steps into his head before he smiled brightly, "Ah, ha!" He took out a tube of a pink substance and pulled open the cork that enclosed it inside. He quickly and carefully put two drops in, and suddenly the blue chemical turned red.

"Perfect!" he exclaimed proudly.

Just then Skipper walked out of the bathroom with the morning paper in his flipper. He yawned a bit and then spotted Kowalski working at the table.

"Kowalski," he called to him. "What've you got there?"

Kowalski smiled as he held up the beaker with excitement, "Skipper! This may be the very evidence we need to prove that emotion is all basic chemistry! What we have here is a successful imitation of the chemical released in the brain to induce hormones to express affection."

Skipper cocked a brow, "Uh, huh… so exactly what is it?"

"Well, this is an experiment I codenamed Project: A1-709, a.k.a... a love serum."

Skipper shook his head, "A love serum, Kowalski? Is it really all that necessary?"

"Skipper this could be the very thing that can prove that affection and emotion is all chemistry and that we mortals can very well and easily manipulate and control such! A major breakthrough in modern chemistry!"

"And also a major breakthrough in wooing Doris, eh Kowalski?" Skipper folded his flippers.

Kowalski blushed, "Well, I wouldn't say that had been the major objective all along, but…"

Skipper approached him, "Listen Kowalski, I don't know about all that 'control of emotion' mumbo-jumbo, but that's just the kind of talk that could tamper with the natural balance and whatnot. There's no reason to make these things complicated, right?"

"Eh… well, I suppose…"

"Thatta boy, Kowalski," he rewarded with a slap on the back. "Now get rid of that junk, before it poisons someone. We don't want another lab experiment gone awry here."

"Yes, Skipper," Kowalski replied almost sadly.

Skipper began to waddle to the ladder and head outside, leaving Kowalski clean up the lab equipment. He stared at his red creation and held it up. It was warm just a few moments ago, but it began to cool down. He stared at the glowing bubbles inside and he began to smile. He began to blush and his heart raced with excitement just from staring at it. Then suddenly he realized the love serum was beginning to give off its "powers" through the air! He quickly put it down on the table and stared at it.

"Whoa," he muttered. "That is some addictive stuff."

He looked around and stared down at it. Getting rid of it won't be an easy task. Perhaps it wasn't such a good idea to tamper with such sensitive and fragile matters after all. The results might've proven quite unpredictable… and perhaps devastating. Something he wouldn't give Doris either now. He scratched at the question of how he could safely recycle the chemical without harming anyone else. "Ah!" he exclaimed happily and pulled out a glass bottle of soda. He popped it open and gulped down the cola… and threw that away. Then he pulled out an empty glass bottle of soy sauce and poured the love serum in it. Then he sealed it with a cork and he placed it all the way at the back of the fridge.

"There," he nodded as he closed the fridge and wiped his flippers. "That should make a suitable environment until I can find the time to take it to biohazard later."

Then he returned back to the table to clean up whatever was left on the table. As he took care of the equipment, he began to wonder why he even bothered to make something like that. True he hoped it would bring some… recognition for his hard work, but now that he thought of the possible mishaps that could happen and wondered if it would all have been worth it. He shuddered; all possible outcomes are unpredictable at this point, he thought as he swept up the last of the equipment.