Léonard was tired of his disciple and decided to replace him with his nephew Willbur. Poor Basile took the thing badly and seemed to decide to end his life. From the coast of our genius, the euphoria of the first minutes quickly disappeared when he realized that he lacked the malfeasances of his former disciple. Go hop, neither one nor two, things returned to order and Basile resumed his place. Our genius then began to build new inventions, such as fries, the gold making machine or the monorail. Basile was even more clumsy than ever. Will he not regret his choice?