Adam said he'd need to visit Radio Shack to get a special screwdriver to take apart the broken camera. I, however (hum), succeeded in opening it with a little fix-the-spectacles screwdriver. Thus, we began delving into the bowels of the tiny monster.
Adam must have spent 2 1/2 hours this afternoon taking apart that thing. About 23 tiny screws lay around the house. He really only needed the lens assembly, which he did acquire. He took it outside, where his car-working lamp gave better illumination on the subject. Once we resorted to tweezers. He got the lens to retract again! The tricky surgery was almost over, and he could've said to the nurse next to him, "Please close for me, Miss Jones." However, putting back together is the hardest part, and... that's when he broke it.
So, the camera is officially dead, and in the trash. G - you offered a camera, but I don't want it if it will leave you without one. However, if you don't need it, that would be wonderful!
I must say that having no pics encourages me to use more descriptive language. It's good for a writer.