The space race is on to build a rocket ship for a short trip to Mars. Abner wonders if there’s a landing strip up there on Mars to land their rocket on. Should the gents send a post card to announce their intentions to arrive there?
Mousey enters, shaking with rage, you just don’t know when the mild mannered man might fly off the handle. He wants to put in his bid to be the one who rides in it, and go to Mars. Lum figured that he or Professor Sloane would man the space ship, but Mousey tells his secret. His wife is driving him nuts, and he needs to get away from it all.
What kind of terrible stresses are the henpecked man enduring? He’s willing to put up with a lot, but Gussie is pushing him too far. Knitting, embroidering, and all manner of house work, and if he doesn’t meet up to Gussie’s standards, she might lay on even more woman’s work like… chopping the fire wood.