His story doesn't sounds right. So he thought he had a reoccurring peeping tom trying to look at his two beautiful teenage daughters. (Supposedly hundreds of times already.) His response isn't to call the police... but to consult some "researchers and scientists" who tell him to set up the camera with nightshot?
Ok... so why consult scientists to figure out what to do with a peeping tom? Not only that, it really took some consulting with smart people to come up with a plan to set up a video camera to visit and peeping tom that has visited you over a hundred times? Considering how slow this guy sounds, these "scientists" might really just be his closest neighbor that wears glasses and doesn't wipe his nose on his own sleeve.
Suuuuuure, the researchers and scientists need him to not show anyone the video before they get to examine this extraordinary video. This "agreement" sounds more like an issue with dollars and cents here. In that case they should cash in and turn this in to a play.
Invasion Nebraska!: The movie
Vaguely dumpy looking middle age man (Jeff Peckman) sits in bed reading "good parenting quarterly."
Jeff Peckman: (inquisitive) Aaah, so one daughter shall go to Yale, the other to Harvard.
*puts down magazine on night stand next to dual "best dad in the world" mugs*
JP: Good thing such fine periodicals exist to help me raise my two beautiful twin teenage daughters. Why, I don't kno-
*JP is startled mid sentence as he sees something briefly in the mirror*
JP: What is this? Peeping toms!? In Nebraska?! Why I never!
*JP runs out in his PJ's to catch the would be peeping tom, [scene changes to night time exterior] JP runs around the corner and finds the interloper has already left.*
JP: Alas, I was too slow! If only I had been a mite quicker. No matter... my action has obviously scared the deviant away. My daughters shall sleep soundly tonight.
Scene change: It is the next night, JP is similarly reclined in bed, this time reading a copy of Skeptic magazine.
JP: Yes, reason is clearly the way to go. I must approa-
*JP is again startled by something in the bedroom window, he leaps to his feet and runs outside with no hesitation.*
JP: Not this time deviant!
*JP once again runs around the corner to find it empty.*
JP: Curses! Once again too slow! This cretin is more persistent than I expected. Also he is none to bright... as this is the second night in a row that he has peeped in to my window instead of that of my daughters. I must continue to protect my family regardless. Vigilance!
(This scene repeats with minor variation one hundred and fifty more times.)
On the occasion of the one hundred and fifty third night.
JP: Clearly, this "running out side as fast as I can" plan has a flaw. I believe it is time to consult my local constabulary... and ask them where I can find the nearest scientist or researcher.
Scene change: Interior of a lab. The lab is filled with bubbling cauldrons of smoke, a scientist with thick glasses is speaking with JP, we join them mid conversation.
Scientist: Peeping tom you say? One hundred and fifty three times you counted? Beautiful daughters you have?
JP: Yes, extraordinary isn't it? Although at least one of the times I think it may have been my own reflection in the bottle of grain alcohol I had been consuming all night.
S: You came to the right place. Clearly there's only one solution, might you have a video camera with night vision capabilities?
JP: Why of course! I am a member of the sports club after all.
S: You must set up the camera and record at night. Then bring me the tape. Be sure not to show anyone else until I have examined it yet.
JP: Very well, what must be done, must be done. If only for the sake of all that's right and just in this world.
Next day, same laboratory. The scientist looks disappointed.
S: This video just shows the windows. I was thinking the camera would be pointed towards the bed.
JP: How would a video of my sleeping help enlighten us in this situation?
S: Your sleeping? But I thought it was peeping on... ok, nevermind. Um... you know what? Let me hold on to this tape, and don't let anyone know about it till I'm done examining it.
JP: Certainly. Thank you my good man.
S: Yeah, whatever.
[scene changes to a dark bedroom interior, only lit by a computer screen. A douchebag sits in front of it typing away furiously]
Douche: Ha ha... hilarious. This will be so great. I'll refresh this page a million times a day to see who reads it! (Giggles in an disconcerting fashion.) Then I'll reference myself in self deprecating fashion so as to deflect any criticism before it even comes! Mwa ha ha ha!
[somewhere in a dusty attic there is a portrait of this man getting dumber.]
The End