He should have locked that door, its not a good look.
also Tekuho made a very fine rendition of Stacey:
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Is the kid gonna be bottom or top
FUTA
It isnt futa its just gay
we need more of this shad, plz
That’s ok. Take your time.
Hot AF
What about sexualizing T-Series?
T-series would be too ugly to sexualise remember its indian
we all know where the next comic ends up, god kill me now
More of staceys sweaty dirty asshole
Ok, i’m interested in seeing where this goes.
Can you do more of this comic shadman
Need more of staceys sweaty stinky asshole.
W T F
This is canon?
I want to kill the shota
THIS IS AMAZING!!!!!
Kid laying it on fucking hard
Love you shad :D
Damn, I must be getting old because I don’t get the reference.
this needs huge tits. you know it.
please shadman. huge tits. you know everyone wants that.
Shut up straight
YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
this leading to sex or what?
Come on new page already
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JT9MvYi5FY8&t=1s
How about we help save Mumkey Jones’ channel?
How about it fuckbois?
SHADMAN PLEZ HELP ON THIS
This is femboy not shota
Well this is shota, but not straigth shota.. i hope you’ll continue the SS tho
this is not the shota i’m looking for but… i’m intrigued(?)
Cringy, but fun.
I have high hopes for this, Mr. Shadman The Hedgehog
I’m already tracer
Hot day today. Was headed to the supermarket to buy some beer but saw some shirtless extremely fit teen skater boys with long blonde girlie hair heading into a target store wearing nothing but their shorts. Not wanting to waste this opportunity to perve on Under 18’s, I changed direction. As thoughts of rape and other things much less wholesome consumed my mind I notice that they headed straight to the women’s section and started trying on bras and minis skirts in the aisles while laughing like preteen girls and accusing each other of being gay. I wish I had some sort of cyborg eye so I could have recorded it.
It was a good day to be a pervert.
Write a book about it mate
Give them a couple years and they will be selling their tranny asses on the whore streets.
Yup, totally happened.
Actually yes. Some dumb teens screwing around. To them they were just having a laugh.
I bet at least one of them goes regularly to the women’s section of stores, has a collection at home, and is trying to find a way to break to his buddies that he’s a tranny.
r/thathappend
I cummed hard when i see that
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Little bro it is time to mount
Shad, the comments really get weird whenever they roll over to a new page. Pages 1 & 2 have only three comments between them right now. This has been a problem ever since the new server.
shad you know what we want
More of this please…
No. Fuck you faggot.
Do you even shadbase.
U DONT BELONG HERE
More of this please
Any traps want to send nudes @bmxking2003 on kik
Woooow she soo hot:
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FAKE PROFILE – SCAMMER – DONT CLICK!
Movie Fan News presents:
Spotlight on “Adventure”.
What you are now witnessing is footage
never before seen by civilized humanity,
a lost world in South America,
lurking in the shadow of
Majestic Paradise Falls
it’s full of plants and
animals undiscovered by science.
Who would dare set foot on
this inhospitable summit?
Why, our subject
today, Charles Muntz.
The beloved explorer lands his
dirigible, “The Spirit of Adventure”,
into Hampshire, this week,
completing a year
long expedition
to the lost world.
This mighty aircraft was
designed by Charles Muntz himself
and is longer than 22 throw edition
petty waggons placed end to end.
And here comes
the adventurer now.
Never-apart from
his faithful dogs,
Muntz conceived the craft
for the canine comfort.
It’s a veritable
flouting palace in the sky
complete with doggy baths
and mechanical canine walker.
And Jiminy Cricket!
To the locals he’s considered
a business and hero! And how!
Adventure is out there!
But what has Muntz
brought back this time?
Gentlemen, I give you the
Monster of Paradise Falls!
And gully, what a
swell monster this is!
But what’s this?
Scientists cry “Foul!”
The National Explorers Society accuses
Muntz of fabricating the skeleton.
No!
The organization strips
Muntz of his membership.
Humiliated, Muntz vows to
return to Paradise Falls
and promises to capture
the beast… alive.
I promise to capture
the beast alive!
And I will not come
back until I do!
And so, the explorer’s
off to clear his name.
Bon voyage, Charles Muntz!
And good luck capturing the
Monster of Paradise Falls!
bSPIRIT OF ADVENTURE/b
Here’s Charles Muntz,
piloting his faimous dirigible.
He hurdles Pikes Peak.
He hurdles the Grand Canyon.
He hurdles Mount Everest!
He goes around Mount Everest!
Is there nothing
he cannot do? UP
Yes, as Muntz himself said,
“Adventure… ”
“is out there!”!
Look out! Mount Rushmore!
Let’s get “The Spirit of
Adventure” over Mount Rushmore!
Come on, make an effort!
How are my dogs doing?
bSPIRIT OF ADVENTURE/b
All engines ahead, let’s
take her up to 26000 feet!
Rudder 18 degrees
towards South!
It’s a beautiful day.
The wind blows from
the east at 10 knots.
Visibility… unlimited.
Enter the weather
in the log book!
There is something down there.
I will bring it back for science!
It’s a puppy!
bMUNTZ ALOFT: BREAKS
What are you doing?
Don’t you know this
is an exclusive club?
Only explorers get in here,
not just any kid off the street
with a helmet and a pair of goggles!
– You think you got what it takes? Do you?
– I…
All right, you’re
in! Welcome aboard!
What’s wrong? Can’t you talk?
Hey, I don’t bite.
You and me, we
are in a club now!
bGRAPE SODA/b
I saw where your baloon went.
Come on, let’s go get it!
My name is Ellie.
There it is!
Well… go ahead.
Go on.
Hey, kid!
I thought you might need
a little cheering up.
I got something to show you!
I am about to let
you see something
I have never shown to
another human being.
Ever… in my life!
You have to swear you
will not tell anyone!
Cross your heart!
Do it!
My adventure book!
bYou know him.
C.MUNTZ, MAN OF THE YEAR./b
Charles Muntz, explorer.
When I get big, I’m
going where he’s going.
South America.
It’s like America, but South.
Wander where I’m gonna live?
Paradise Falls.
A land lost in time.
I ripped this right
out of a library book!
I’m gonna move my
club house there!
And park ut right
next to the falls.
Who knows what lives up there!
And once I get there…
I’m gonna save all these pages for
all the adventures I’m gonna have.
Only… I just don’t know how
I’m gonna get to Paradise Falls.
That’s it! You can take
us there in a blimp!
Swear you’ll take us
there! Cross your heart!
Cross it! Cross your heart!
Good, you promised.
No backing out!
Well, see you
tomorrow, kid. Bye!
Adventure is out there!
You know, you don’t
talk very much.
I like you.
bBALOANE/b
Quite a sight, hey, Ellie?
Mail is here.
bSHADY OAKS,
Retirement Village, oh, brother!/b
Hey, good morning,
Mr. Fredricksen.
Need any help there?
No.
Yes. Tell your boss over there
that you boys are ruining our house.
Well, just to let you know,
my boss will be happy to take
this whole place off your hand.
And would double
his last offer.
What do you say to that?
I’ll take that as a no, then.
I believe I made my position
to your boss quite clear.
You poured prune
juice in his gas tank.
Yeah, that was good!
Here, let me talk to him.
You, in the suit. Yes, you!
Take a bath, hippie!
I am not with him!
This is serious! He’s
out to get your house!
Tell your boss he
can have our house.
Really?
When I’m dead!
I’ll take that as a “maybe”.
Order now: you get the camera, you
get the printer, 4X optical zoom.
Schneider Lens.
Photo print…
SD card.
Good afternoon.
My name is Russell
and I am a wilderness
explorer in tribe 54,
squad lodge 12.
Are you in need of any
assistance today, sir?
No.
I could help you
cross the street.
No.
I could help you
cross your… yard?
No.
I could help you
cross your… porch.
No.
Well, I gotta help
you cross something.
No, I’m doing fine.
Good afternoon.
– My name is Russell.
– Kid…
And I am a wilderness
explorer in tribe 54.
Slow down…
– … squad lodge 12.
– Kid!
– Are you in need of any assistance?
– Thank you, but I don’t need any help!
Aouch.
Proceed.
Good afternoon.
Skip to the end!
See these? These are my
wilderness explorer badges.
You may notice one is missing.
It’s my “Assisting
the elderly badge”.
If I get it, I’ll become a
senior wilderness explorer!
The wilderness
must be explored!
It’s gonna be great!
There is a big ceremony
and all the dads come and…
we pin on our badges…
– So you wanna assist an old person.
– Yeah!
Then I’ll be a senior
wilderness explorer!
– Have you ever heard of a “snipe”?
– “Snipe”?
A bird. Big eyes.
Every night it
sneaks into my yard
and gobbles my poor azaleas.
I’m elderly and infirm.
I can’t catch it.
– If only someone could help me…
– Me, me, I’ll do it!
I don’t know, it’s
awfully crafty.
You’d have to clap
your hands three times
to lure it in.
I’ll find her,
mr. Fredricksen!
I think its burrow
is two blocks down…
Two blocks down. Got it!
Snipe! Here, snipie, snipie…
Bring it back here
when you find it!
Snipe!
And stop. Stop. Stop!
Hey, hey!
Hey, you! What do you
think you’re doing?
I am so sorry, sir.
Don’t touch that!
No, no, no, let me take
care of that for you.
Get away from our mailbox!
– Sir…
– I don’t want you to touch that!
It looks bad.
bCOURT SUMMONS/b
Sorry, mr. Fredricksen.
You don’t seem like
a public menace to me.
Take this.
The guys from “Shady Oaks” will be
by to pick you up in the morning, ok?
What do I do now, Ellie?
Good morning, gentlemen.
Good morning, mr. Fredricksen.
You’re ready to go?
Ready as I’ll ever be.
Would you do me the
favour and take this?
I’ll meet you in the
van in just a minute.
I… wanna say one last
goodbye to the old place.
Sure. Take all the
time you need, sir.
That’s typical. He’s probably going
to the bathroom for the 80th time.
You’d think he’d take
better care of his house.
So long, boys!
I’ll send you a postcard
from Paradise Falls!
bSOUTH AMERICA/b
We are on our way, Ellie.
Hi, mr. Fredricksen.
It’s me, Russell.
What are you doing
out here, kid?
I found the snipe and I
followed it under your porch.
But this snipe had a long tail
and looked more
like a large mouse.
Please, let me in.
No.
Aw, all right. You can…
come… in.
I’ve never been in a
floating house before.
Goggles…
Look at this stuff!
Are you going on a trip?
“Paradise Falls, a
land lost in time”.
Are you going to South
America, mr. Fredricksen?
Don’t touch that!
You’ll soil it.
You know, most
people take a plane.
But you’re smart,
because you have your
TV, clocks and stuff.
Ooo, is this how
you steer your house?
Does it really work?
This makes it turn right
and that way is left.
Hey, look! Buildings!
That building’s so close,
I can almost touch it!
Wow, this is great!
You should try this,
mr. Fredricksen.
Look, there’s a bus that could
take me home two blocks away!
Hey, I can see your
house from here!
Don’t jerk around
so much, kid!
Well, that’s not gonna work.
I know that cloud,
it’s a “cumulonimbus”.
Did you know that
a cumulonimbus…
Aaa, I stayed up all night
blowing up ballons… for what?
That’s nice, kid.
What are you doing over there?
Look!
See? Cumulonimbus.
My bag!
Got you!
Uuu, I thought you were dead.
What happened?
I steered us. I did
it! I steered the house.
You steered us?
After you tied your stuff
down, you took a nap.
So I went ahead and
steered us down here.
Yeah, sure.
I can’t tell where we are.
O, we’re in South
America all right.
It was a singe. I used my
wilderness explorer GPS.
GP… what?
My dad gave it to me.
It shows exactly where
we are on the planet.
With this baby
we’ll never be lost!
Ups.
We’ll get you down,
find a bus stop,
and you’ll just tell the man you
want to get back to your mother.
Sure, but I don’t think they
have buses in Paradise Falls.
There, that ought to do it.
There, I’ll give you some
change for the bus fare.
No, I’ll just use
my city bus pass.
It’s just gonna be like a billion
passes to get back to my house.
Mr. Fredricksen,
how much longer?
Well, we’re up pretty high.
It’ll take hours to get down.
I think that was a
building or something.
What was that,
mr. Fredricksen?
We can’t be close
to the ground yet.
Wait, no, no!
Wait, wait!
Hang on!
Pull back!
Where… where are we?
This doesn’t look like the city
or the jungle, mr. Fredricksen.
Don’t worry,
Ellie. I’ve got it.
There it is!
Ellie, it’s so beautiful!
We made it!
We made it! Russell, we
can float right over there.
Climb up, climb up!
Do you mean… assist you?
– Yeah, whatever.
– Ok, I’ll climb up!
– Watch it!
– Sorry.
When you get up there,
go ahead and hoist me up.
Got it?
Are you on the porch yet?
What? That’s it?
I came all this way here to get stuck
on the wrong end of this rock pile?
Ah… great.
Hey, if I could assist
you over there…
would you sign
up for my badge?
What are you talking about?
We could walk your
house to the fall.
– Walk it?
– Yeah.
After all we weigh it down, we
could walk it right over there.
Like a parade balloon.
Now, we’ll walk to the
falls quickly and quietly,
with no rap music
or flash dancing.
We have three days at best till the
helium leaks out of those balloons.
And if we are not at the
falls when that happens…
we’re not getting
to the falls.
There… I found sand!
Don’t you worry, Ellie.
We’ll get our
house over there.
It is fun already, isn’t it?
By the time we get there,
You’re gonna feel so
assisted… Oh, mr. Fredricksen,
if we happen to get separated,
use the wilderness
explorer call.
Wait, why are we going
to Paradise Falls, again?
Hey, let’s play a game.
It’s called: “See who
can be quiet the longest”.
Cool! My mom loves that game!
Darn thing…
Come on, Russell, hurry it up.
Ah, I’m tired.
My knee hurts.
Which knee?
My elbow hurts and I have
to go to the bathroom.
I asked you about
that five minutes ago.
I didn’t have to go then!
I don’t wanna walk anymore…
Please, stop…
Russell, if you don’t hurry
up, the tigers will eat you.
There are no tigers
in South America.
Zoology.
Ah, for the love of Pete… Go on
into the bushes and do your business.
Ok. Here! Hold my stuff!
I’ve always
wanted to try this.
Mr. Fredricksen, am I suppose
to dig the hole before or after?
That’s none of my concern.
Oh, it’s “before”!
Tracks?
Snipe.
Here, snipe.
Come on out, snipe.
Snipe!
Got you. Don’t be
afraid, little snipe.
I am a wilderness explorer,
so I’m a friend
to all of nature.
Want some more?
Hi, boy. Don’t eat it all.
Come on out.
Come on. Come on…
Don’t be afraid, little snipe.
Nice snipe. Good little snipe.
Nice giant… snipe!
I found the snipe.
Oh, did you?
– Are they tall?
– Oh, yes. They’re very tall.
Do they have a lot of colors?
They do, indeed.
– Do they like chocolate?
– Oh, yeah…
Chocolate?
What is that thing?
It’s a snipe.
There no such
thing as a snipe!
But you said…
Go on, get out of here! Go!
Careful, Russell.
Look, mr. Fredricksen,
he likes me.
– Russell!
– No, stop! That tickles!
Get out of here!
Go on! Get!
No, no, no. Kevin, it’s ok.
Mr. Fredricksen is nice.
– Kevin?
– Yes, that’s the name I just gave him.
Bit it, boo, scram!
Hey, that’s mine!
Shoo, shoo! Get out of here!
Go on, bit it!
Can we keep him? Please?
I’ll get the food for him, I’ll walk
him, I’ll change his newspapers…
No.
An explorer is
a friend to all,
be it a plant, a
fish or a tiny mole.
That doesn’t even rhyme.
Yeah, it does.
– Hey, look, Kevin.
– What?
Hey, get down from there!
You’re not allowed up there!
You come down here right now!
Can you believe this, Ellie?
Ellie?
Hey, Ellie, can
I keep the bird?
Aha.
She said for you to let me.
But I told him
no. I told you no.
N
– o!
I see you, back there.
Go on, get out of here! Shoo! Go
annoy someone else for a while.
Hey, are you ok over there?
Hello?
Oh, hello, sir.
Thank Goodness.
It’s nice to know
someone else is up here.
I can smell you.
What?
You can… smell us?
I can smell you.
– Hey!
– You were talking to a rock.
Hey, that one
looks like a turtle.
Look at that one! That
one looks like a dog!
– Ah, it is a dog.
– What?
We’re not allowed to have
dogs in my appartment.
Hey, I like dogs!
We have your dog!
– I wonder whom he belongs to.
– Sit, boy.
Hey, look, he’s trained!
Shake.
Aha. Speak.
Hi, there.
Did that dog just
say “Hi, there”?
Oh, yes!
My name is Dug. I just
met you and I love you.
My master made me this collar.
He is a good and smart master
and he made me this collar
so that I may talk. Squirrel!
My master is good and smart.
It’s not possible.
It is because my
master is smart.
Hey, cool! What
do these do, boy?
Would you cut…
I’d use that collar… I
would be happy if you stopped.
Russell, don’t touch that.
It could be…
radioactive or something.
I am a great tracker. My master
sent me on a special mission.
All by myself. Have
you seen a bird?
I want to find one and
I’ve been on a scent.
I’m a great tracker.
Did I mention that?
Hey, that is a bird. I have
never seen one up close,
but this is the bird.
May I take your bird up
to camp as my prisoner?
Yes, yes, take it.
And on the way, learn how
to bark like a real dog.
I can bark.
And here’s howling.
Can we keep him, please?
Please, please, please?
– No.
– But it’s a talking dog!
It’s just a weird
trick or something.
Let’s get to the fall.
Please, be my prisoner! Oh,
please oh, please, be my prisoner!
Oh, here it is! I picked
up the bird’s scent!
Wait a minute, wait a
minute. What is this?
Chocolate. I smell chocolate.
I’m getting prunes
and ginger cream.
Who are they?
Oh, man, the master
will not be pleased.
We’d better tell him someone
took the bird, right, Alfa?
No.
Soon enough the bird
will be ours again.
Find the scent, my compadres,
and you, too, shall have
much rewarding from the master
for the toil that you did.
Hey, Alfa, I think there’s
something wrong with your collar.
You must have broken it.
Yeah. Your voice sounds funny.
Beta, Delta!
Perhaps you
desire… Squirrel!
Perhaps you desire to
challenge the right that
I have been assigned by
my strength and cunning.
No, no. No.
But maybe Dug would.
You might wanna ask him.
I wonder if he’s found the bird
on his “very special mission”.
Do not mention Dug
to me at this time.
His fool’s errand will
keep him most occupied…
Most occupied, indeed.
Do you not agree with that
which I’m saying to you now?
Sure. But the second the master finds
out that you sent Dug out by himself,
none of us will get a treat.
You’re unwise, my
trusted lieutenant.
This is Alfa. Calling
Dug. Come in, Dug.
Hi, Alfa. Your
voice sounds funny.
I know, I know!
Have you seen the bird?
Oh, yes. The bird
is my prisoner now.
Yeah, right.
Impossible. Where are you?
I am here with the bird
and I will bring it back
and then you like
me. Oh, gotta go.
Dug, who are you talking to?
– Wait, wait!
– What is Dug doing?
Why is he with
the small mailman?
Where are they?
There he is.
Come on!
Please, oh, please,
be my prisoner.
Dug, stop bothering Kevin!
That man over there
says I can take the bird.
And I love that man there
like he is my master.
I am not your master!
I am warning you
once again, bird!
– Hey, quit it!
– I am jumping on you now, bird!
At this rate we will
never get to the falls!
I am nobody’s master, got it?
I don’t want you here
and I don’t want you here!
I’m stuck with you!
If you two don’t clear out of here
by the time I count to three…
A ball! Oh, boy,
oh, boy, a ball!
Ball? You want a ball?
Yes, I do! I ever
so want the ball!
Go get it!
Oh, boy, I will get it
and then bring it back!
Quick, Russell, give
me some chocolate.
– Why?
– Just give to me!
Bird! Bird!
Come on, Russell.
Wait! Wait, mr. Fredricksen!
What are you doing?
Hey, we’re pretty far now.
Kevin’s gonna miss.
I think that did the trick.
Hi, master.
Afternoon.
Well, thanks for keeping
us dry, anyway, Ellie.
Which one is the front?
Well, boy…
Is this step
three or step five?
There.
All done. That’s for you.
Well, tents are hard.
Wait, aren’t you
super wilderness guy
with the GPS and the badges?
Yeah, but…
Can I tell you a secret?
– No.
– All right. Here it goes.
I never actually built a
tent before. There! I said it.
You’ve been camping
before, haven’t you?
Well, never outside…
Well, why didn’t you ask
your dad how to build a tent?
I don’t think he wants
to talk about this stuff.
Try him sometime, maybe
he’ll surprise you.
He’s away alot, I
don’t see him much.
He’s gotta be home sometime.
I call, but Phyllis told
me I bug him too much.
Phyllis? You call your own
mother by her first name?
– Phyllis isn’t my mom.
– Oh!
But he promised he’d come
to my Explorers Ceremony
to pin on my “Assisting
the elderly badge”.
So he can show me how
about the tent then, right?
Hey, why don’t
you get some sleep?
We don’t want to wake the
travelling flea circus.
Dle Fredricksen, Dug says he
wants to take Kevin prisoner.
We have to protect him.
Can Kevin go with us?
All right, he can come.
Promise you won’t leave him?
Yeah.
Cross your heart?
Cross my heart.
What have I got
myself into, Ellie?
Good morning, sweetheart.
We’d better get moving.
The bird’s gone. Maybe
Russell won’t notice.
All right, everybody up!
Where’s Kevin?
He’s wondered off!
– Dug, find Kevin! Kevin!
– Find the bird, find the bird!
Point!
Oh, look! There he is…
Point!
Hey, that’s my roof!
Get off my roof!
Yeah, get off of his WROOF!
What is he doing?
The bird is calling
to her babies.
Her babies!
Kevin is a… girl?
Her house is over there,
on those twisty rocks.
She’s been gathering food for her
babies and must get back to them.
Wait, Kevin is just leaving.
But you promised
to protect her.
Her babies need her. We gotta
make sure they’re together.
Sorry, Russell. We’ve
lost enough time already.
Yeah…
It was her favorite chocolate.
Because you sent her
away, there’s more for you.
Kevin?
Where’s the bird? You
said you had the bird!
Oh, yes, oh, yes.
If I had said that,
I can see how you
would think that.
Where is it?
Oh, tomorrow. Come back tomorrow and
then I will again have the bird. Yes.
You lost it. why do I not
have a surprised feeling?
Well, at least you now
have led us to the small
mailman and to the one
that smells as prunes.
The master will be most
pleased we have found them.
He will ask them
many questions. Come.
Wait! We’re not
going with you.
We’re going to the fall.
Get away from me!
Down!
You came here… in that?
Yeah.
In a house? A floating house?
That is the darnest
thing I’ve ever seen!
You’re not after
my bird, are you?
But if you need to borrow a cup
of sugar, I’d be happy to oblige!
Well, this is all
a misunderstanding.
My dogs made a mistake.
Wait. Are you Charles Muntz?
Well… yes.
The Charles Muntz?
Adventure’s out there!
It’s really him!
That’s Charles Muntz!
It is?
Who’s Charles Muntz?
Him!
Carl Fredricksen. My wife and
I, we were your biggest fans.
Oh, well, you’re a
man of good taste.
Now you must be tired. Hungry?
Atention, everyone! These
people are no longer intruders.
They are our guests.
Yeah!
All right! I like
you temporarily.
I will not bite you.
The small mailman
smells like chocolate!
I’m sorry about the dogs,
I hope they weren’t
too… rough on you.
Go ahead and pull your
airship right next to mine.
We are not actually going inside
the “Spirit of Adventure” itself?
Oh, would you like to?
Would I?
Wait up, mr. Muntz!
Jiminy Cricket!
– Not you!
– What do we do with Dug?
He lost the bird. Put him
in “the cone of shame”.
I do not like “the
cone of shame”.
Most of the collection is housed
in the world’s top museums:
New York, Mnich, London.
Of course, I kept
the best for myself.
Did you ever. Look at that!
Oh, yes. The Arseloterium.
The beast charged while
I was brushing my teeth.
I used my shaving
kit to bring it down.
Oh, yeah, now, surprise me.
The only way to get it out
of Ethiopia at the time was
to have it declared
technical weapon.
Oh, my Gosh! The giant
Somalian Labradodis!
Oh, you recognize
it? I’m impressed!
There’s an interesting
story there.
Excellent choice.
I found it on safari,
with Roosevelt.
He and I fell into a habit of
playing Gin Rummy in the evenings
and did he cheat!
He was horrible.
Master, dinner is ready.
Oh, dear, broken translator.
I think it’s that
loose wire again.
– There you go, big fellow.
– Thank you, master.
I liked his other voice.
Well, dinner is served.
Right this way.
So, how are
things States side?
Almost tempted to
go back a few times.
But I have
unfinished work here.
Please! I hope you’re hungry.
Because Epsilon is the
finest chef I’ve ever had.
Epsilon, you’ve done it again!
Yeah!
Hey! Hey!
My Ellie would have
loved all these.
You know, because of
you she had this dream
to come down here
and live by the fall.
I’m honored. And
now you’ve made it.
You sure we’re not a
bother? I’d hate to impose.
No, no, it’s a
pleasure to have guests.
A real treat.
Treat?
Where’s my treat?
I want my treat!
Hey!
I shouldn’t have
used that word.
Having guests is a delight!
More often I get thieves trying
to steal what is rightfully mine.
No…
They called me
a fraud, those…
But once I bring back this
creature, my name will be cleared.
Beautiful, isn’t it?
Oh, I’ve spent a
lifetime tracking it.
Sometimes, years go by
between seeings.
I’ve tried to smoke it out of
that death land where it lives.
Can’t go in after it.
Once in, there’s no way out.
I lost so many dogs.
Here they come tnose bandits who
think the bird is theirs to take!
is a very dangerous place.
Hey, that looks like Kevin!
– Kevin?
– Yeah, that’s my new giant pet bird!
I trained it to follow us.
Follow you?
Impossible. How?
She likes chocolate.
– Chocolate?
– Yeah.
I gave her some of my chocolate.
She goes wild about it.
But it ran off.
Let’s go now.
You know, Carl…
these people who
pass through here
A surveyor making a map…
a botanist
cataloguing plants…
an old man taking his
house to Paradise Falls.
That’s the best one yet, I
can’t wait to hear how it ends.
Well, it’s been a wonderful
evening, but we’d better be going.
You’re not leaving.
We don’t want to take
advantage of your hospitality.
Come on, Russell.
But we haven’t even
had dessert yet.
Oh, the boy is right.
You haven’t had dessert.
Epsilon here makes a
delicious cherries jubilee.
You really must
stay! I insist!
We have so much
more to talk about!
Kevin?
It’s near.
Get them!
– Hurry!
– Kevin!
Hurry! Dogs! Hurry!
Master! Over here!
Here!
Go on, master!
Left!
Russell!
Get back!
Go on, master! I
will stop the dogs!
Stop, you, dogs!
Help!
Give me your hand!
Hang on to Kevin!
Kevin!
No, no, no. Kevin…
Stay down.
She’s hurt real bad.
Can’t we help her get home?
All right. But we gotta hurry.
– You lost them?
– No, it was Dug.
Yeah, he’s with them.
he helped them escape!
Wait. Wait a minute.
Dug.
– See anything?
– No, my pack is not following us.
Boy, they are dumb!
This is crazy.
I finally meet my chidlhood
hero and he’s trying to kill us.
– What a joke.
– Hey, I know a joke!
A squirrel walks up
up to a tree and says:
“I forgot to store acorns
for winter and now I am dead”.
It is funny because
the squirrel gets dead.
Careful, Russell.
You ok, Kevin?
You know what,
mr. Fredricksen?
The wilderness isn’t
quite what I expected.
Yeah? How so?
It’s kind of… wild.
I mean, it’s not how they
made it sound in my book.
Get used to that, kid.
My dad made it sound so easy.
He is really good at camping,
and how to make fire
from rocks and stuff…
He used to come to all
my squad lodge meetings.
And afterwards, we go
get icecream that fattens.
I always get chocolate
and he gets butter brickle.
Then we sit on this
one curve, right outside
and I’ll count all the blue cars
and he counts all the red ones
and whoever gets
the most wins.
I like that curve.
It might sound boring,
but I think the boring stuff is
the stuff I remember the most.
Look, there it is!
Hold on, Russell, stand still.
Look at that bird go! Wait
up, you overgrown chicken!
That’s it! Go, Kevin!
Go find your babies!
Run, Kevin, run!
Oh, no!
Russell, d-mi cuitul tu!
Get away from my bird!
No!
No!
Careful, I want it in good
shape for my retirement.
Let it go!
Stop!
Kevin!
You gave away Kevin.
You just… gave her away.
This is none of my concern.
I didn’t ask for any of these!
Master, it’s all right.
I am not your master!
If you hadn’t shown up, none
of these would have happened.
Bad dog, bad dog!
Whether you assist me or not,
I am going to Paradise
Falls, if it kills me!
Here.
I don’t want this anymore.
Russell?
– Russell!
– I’m gonna help Kevin
even if you won’t!
No, Russell, no!
Russell?
I was hiding under your
porch because I love you.
Can I stay?
Can you stay? Well,
you’re my dog, aren’t you?
And I’m your master.
You’re my master?
– Oh, boy!
– Good boy, Dug!
You’re a good boy!
Yes!
Don’t worry, Kevin,
I’ll save you.
And they wouldn’t believe me.
Just wait till they
get a look at you!
Master.
The small mailman
has returned.
What?
Let me go!
Where is your elderly friend?
He’s not my friend anymore.
If you’re here, Fredricksen
can’t be far behind.
Where are you keeping Kevin?
Let me go!
Scream all you
want, small mailman.
None of your mailmen
friends can hear you.
I will unleash all my
wilderness explorer training!
Alfa, Fredricksen
is coming back!
Guard that bird.
If you see the old man,
you know what to do.
Where are you going? I’m
not finished with you!
Nice talking with you.
Where are you, Fredricksen?
Help!
Russell!
– Dle Fredricksen!
– Dug, bring her over!
You came back for
Kevin! Let’s go get her!
I’m getting Kevin.
You stay here.
– But I wanna help!
– I don’t want your help.
I want you safe.
How do we get pass these dogs?
Point!
Kevin!
Don’t worry, Kevin.
We are on our way.
No one should be enterring
through these doors.
Guard well that
bird, my minions.
What do we do now, Dug?
Who wants the ball?
Me, me, me!
Go get it!
I got it!
I’m sorry, Kevin. Let’s
get you out of here.
– Master, he’s gone.
– What’s going on?
– He’s got the bird!
– He ran off!
Calm down! One at the time!
I want to… help!
Does anybody know
where they are?
Rais leaders! Bring
down that house!
Raid leader! Checking in!
– Raid two, checking in.
– Raid three, checking in.
Target sighted.
Come on, Kevin.
Hi.
Any last words, Fredricksen?
Come on, spit it out!
Come on!
Enough!
You cannot leave
this place alive!
You’re dead!
Come on, Kevin.
I’ll have plenty of enjoyment
for what I’m about to do to you.
He wears the cone of shame!
Not just continue
sitting! Atack!
No! No! Stop your laughing!
Listen, you, dog, sit!
Yes, Alfa.
Alfa? I am not
Alfa, he is… Oh!
I can’t do it.
Russell…
You leave mr.
Fredricksen alone!
– Hey! Squirrel!
– Squrrel? Where?
I hate squirrels!
– Dug!
– Master!
Russell, over here!
Let’s go!
Mr. Fredricksen!
Come on, Kevin.
No!
Russell, get out of there!
Leave them alone!
Russell, hang on to Kevin!
Don’t let go! Grab on to him!
Kevin! Cihcolate!
That was cool!
Don’t jerk around
so much, kid.
Easy, Russell.
Oh, I am ready
to not be up high.
Sorry about your
house, mr. Fredricksen.
You know… It’s just a house.
Look at you! You’re so soft!
I wish I could keep one.
Where is my cane?
I just had it here.
You know what? Keep them. A
little gift from me to you.
Bye, Kevin!
– Ready?
– Ready.
By receiving these badges,
the following explorers
will graduate to
Senior Explorers.
For Extreme
Mountaineering Lore.
Congratulations, Jimmy.
For Wild Animal
Defensive Arts,
Congratulations, Brendan.
For Assisting the Elderly…
Russell.
Is there someone…
Excuse me. Pardon me.
Old man coming through.
I’m here for him.
Congratulations, Russell. Sir.
Russell, for
assisting the elderly
and for performing above
and beyond the call of duty,
I would like to award you the
highest honor I can bestow.
b”The Ellie badge”./b
I think that covers everybody.
so let’s give a big exlorer call
to our brand new Senior
Wilderness Explorers!
Ready everybody?
– Blue one.
– Red one.
– Blue one.
– Gray one.
– Red one.
– That’s a bike.
– It’s red, isn’t it?
– Mr. Fredricksen, you’re cheating!
– No, I’m not. Red one.
– That’s a fire hydrant.
Maybe I need a few lessons.
why would you do this
Thank you Kanye, very cool!
You’re even more childish than the troll who was calling everyone faggit. You must live a really sad life to get your rocks—pebbles, more likely—off like this. Don’t worry, the hell of 7th grade won’t last forever…
Hope you have cancer
The entire script of up wtf
Lmao
I hope this is going where I think it’s going
According to all known laws
of aviation,
there is no way a bee
should be able to fly.
Its wings are too small to get
its fat little body off the ground.
The bee, of course, flies anyway
because bees don’t care
what humans think is impossible.
Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
Ooh, black and yellow!
Let’s shake it up a little.
Barry! Breakfast is ready!
Ooming!
Hang on a second.
Hello?
– Barry?
– Adam?
– Oan you believe this is happening?
– I can’t. I’ll pick you up.
Looking sharp.
Use the stairs. Your father
paid good money for those.
Sorry. I’m excited.
Here’s the graduate.
We’re very proud of you, son.
A perfect report card, all B’s.
Very proud.
Ma! I got a thing going here.
– You got lint on your fuzz.
– Ow! That’s me!
– Wave to us! We’ll be in row 118,000.
– Bye!
Barry, I told you,
stop flying in the house!
– Hey, Adam.
– Hey, Barry.
– Is that fuzz gel?
– A little. Special day, graduation.
Never thought I’d make it.
Three days grade school,
three days high school.
Those were awkward.
Three days college. I’m glad I took
a day and hitchhiked around the hive.
You did come back different.
– Hi, Barry.
– Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.
– Hear about Frankie?
– Yeah.
– You going to the funeral?
– No, I’m not going.
Everybody knows,
sting someone, you die.
Don’t waste it on a squirrel.
Such a hothead.
I guess he could have
just gotten out of the way.
I love this incorporating
an amusement park into our day.
That’s why we don’t need vacations.
Boy, quite a bit of pomp…
under the circumstances.
– Well, Adam, today we are men.
– We are!
– Bee-men.
– Amen!
Hallelujah!
Students, faculty, distinguished bees,
please welcome Dean Buzzwell.
Welcome, New Hive Oity
graduating class of…
…9:15.
That concludes our ceremonies.
And begins your career
at Honex Industries!
Will we pick ourjob today?
I heard it’s just orientation.
Heads up! Here we go.
Keep your hands and antennas
inside the tram at all times.
– Wonder what it’ll be like?
– A little scary.
Welcome to Honex,
a division of Honesco
and a part of the Hexagon Group.
This is it!
Wow.
Wow.
We know that you, as a bee,
have worked your whole life
to get to the point where you
can work for your whole life.
Honey begins when our valiant Pollen
Jocks bring the nectar to the hive.
Our top-secret formula
is automatically color-corrected,
scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured
into this soothing sweet syrup
with its distinctive
golden glow you know as…
Honey!
– That girl was hot.
– She’s my cousin!
– She is?
– Yes, we’re all cousins.
– Right. You’re right.
– At Honex, we constantly strive
to improve every aspect
of bee existence.
These bees are stress-testing
a new helmet technology.
– What do you think he makes?
– Not enough.
Here we have our latest advancement,
the Krelman.
– What does that do?
– Oatches that little strand of honey
that hangs after you pour it.
Saves us millions.
Oan anyone work on the Krelman?
Of course. Most bee jobs are
small ones. But bees know
that every small job,
if it’s done well, means a lot.
But choose carefully
because you’ll stay in the job
you pick for the rest of your life.
The same job the rest of your life?
I didn’t know that.
What’s the difference?
You’ll be happy to know that bees,
as a species, haven’t had one day off
in 27 million years.
So you’ll just work us to death?
We’ll sure try.
Wow! That blew my mind!
“What’s the difference?”
How can you say that?
One job forever?
That’s an insane choice to have to make.
I’m relieved. Now we only have
to make one decision in life.
But, Adam, how could they
never have told us that?
Why would you question anything?
We’re bees.
We’re the most perfectly
functioning society on Earth.
You ever think maybe things
work a little too well here?
Like what? Give me one example.
I don’t know. But you know
what I’m talking about.
Please clear the gate.
Royal Nectar Force on approach.
Wait a second. Oheck it out.
– Hey, those are Pollen Jocks!
– Wow.
I’ve never seen them this close.
They know what it’s like
outside the hive.
Yeah, but some don’t come back.
– Hey, Jocks!
– Hi, Jocks!
You guys did great!
You’re monsters!
You’re sky freaks! I love it! I love it!
– I wonder where they were.
– I don’t know.
Their day’s not planned.
Outside the hive, flying who knows
where, doing who knows what.
You can’tjust decide to be a Pollen
Jock. You have to be bred for that.
Right.
Look. That’s more pollen
than you and I will see in a lifetime.
It’s just a status symbol.
Bees make too much of it.
Perhaps. Unless you’re wearing it
and the ladies see you wearing it.
Those ladies?
Aren’t they our cousins too?
Distant. Distant.
Look at these two.
– Oouple of Hive Harrys.
– Let’s have fun with them.
It must be dangerous
being a Pollen Jock.
Yeah. Once a bear pinned me
against a mushroom!
He had a paw on my throat,
and with the other, he was slapping me!
– Oh, my!
– I never thought I’d knock him out.
What were you doing during this?
Trying to alert the authorities.
I can autograph that.
A little gusty out there today,
wasn’t it, comrades?
Yeah. Gusty.
We’re hitting a sunflower patch
six miles from here tomorrow.
– Six miles, huh?
– Barry!
A puddle jump for us,
but maybe you’re not up for it.
– Maybe I am.
– You are not!
We’re going 0900 at J-Gate.
What do you think, buzzy-boy?
Are you bee enough?
I might be. It all depends
on what 0900 means.
Hey, Honex!
Dad, you surprised me.
You decide what you’re interested in?
– Well, there’s a lot of choices.
– But you only get one.
Do you ever get bored
doing the same job every day?
Son, let me tell you about stirring.
You grab that stick, and you just
move it around, and you stir it around.
You get yourself into a rhythm.
It’s a beautiful thing.
You know, Dad,
the more I think about it,
maybe the honey field
just isn’t right for me.
You were thinking of what,
making balloon animals?
That’s a bad job
for a guy with a stinger.
Janet, your son’s not sure
he wants to go into honey!
– Barry, you are so funny sometimes.
– I’m not trying to be funny.
You’re not funny! You’re going
into honey. Our son, the stirrer!
– You’re gonna be a stirrer?
– No one’s listening to me!
Wait till you see the sticks I have.
I could say anything right now.
I’m gonna get an ant tattoo!
Let’s open some honey and celebrate!
Maybe I’ll pierce my thorax.
Shave my antennae.
Shack up with a grasshopper. Get
a gold tooth and call everybody “dawg”!
I’m so proud.
– We’re starting work today!
– Today’s the day.
Oome on! All the good jobs
will be gone.
Yeah, right.
Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring,
stirrer, front desk, hair removal…
– Is it still available?
– Hang on. Two left!
One of them’s yours! Oongratulations!
Step to the side.
– What’d you get?
– Picking crud out. Stellar!
Wow!
Oouple of newbies?
Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready!
Make your choice.
– You want to go first?
– No, you go.
Oh, my. What’s available?
Restroom attendant’s open,
not for the reason you think.
– Any chance of getting the Krelman?
– Sure, you’re on.
I’m sorry, the Krelman just closed out.
Wax monkey’s always open.
The Krelman opened up again.
What happened?
A bee died. Makes an opening. See?
He’s dead. Another dead one.
Deady. Deadified. Two more dead.
Dead from the neck up.
Dead from the neck down. That’s life!
Oh, this is so hard!
Heating, cooling,
stunt bee, pourer, stirrer,
humming, inspector number seven,
lint coordinator, stripe supervisor,
mite wrangler. Barry, what
do you think I should… Barry?
Barry!
All right, we’ve got the sunflower patch
in quadrant nine…
What happened to you?
Where are you?
– I’m going out.
– Out? Out where?
– Out there.
– Oh, no!
I have to, before I go
to work for the rest of my life.
You’re gonna die! You’re crazy! Hello?
Another call coming in.
If anyone’s feeling brave,
there’s a Korean deli on 83rd
that gets their roses today.
Hey, guys.
– Look at that.
– Isn’t that the kid we saw yesterday?
Hold it, son, flight deck’s restricted.
It’s OK, Lou. We’re gonna take him up.
Really? Feeling lucky, are you?
Sign here, here. Just initial that.
– Thank you.
– OK.
You got a rain advisory today,
and as you all know,
bees cannot fly in rain.
So be careful. As always,
watch your brooms,
hockey sticks, dogs,
birds, bears and bats.
Also, I got a couple of reports
of root beer being poured on us.
Murphy’s in a home because of it,
babbling like a cicada!
– That’s awful.
– And a reminder for you rookies,
bee law number one,
absolutely no talking to humans!
All right, launch positions!
Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz,
buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz!
Black and yellow!
Hello!
You ready for this, hot shot?
Yeah. Yeah, bring it on.
Wind, check.
– Antennae, check.
– Nectar pack, check.
– Wings, check.
– Stinger, check.
Scared out of my shorts, check.
OK, ladies,
let’s move it out!
Pound those petunias,
you striped stem-suckers!
All of you, drain those flowers!
Wow! I’m out!
I can’t believe I’m out!
So blue.
I feel so fast and free!
Box kite!
Wow!
Flowers!
This is Blue Leader.
We have roses visual.
Bring it around 30 degrees and hold.
Roses!
30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around.
Stand to the side, kid.
It’s got a bit of a kick.
That is one nectar collector!
– Ever see pollination up close?
– No, sir.
I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it
over here. Maybe a dash over there,
a pinch on that one.
See that? It’s a little bit of magic.
That’s amazing. Why do we do that?
That’s pollen power. More pollen, more
flowers, more nectar, more honey for us.
Oool.
I’m picking up a lot of bright yellow.
Oould be daisies. Don’t we need those?
Oopy that visual.
Wait. One of these flowers
seems to be on the move.
Say again? You’re reporting
a moving flower?
Affirmative.
That was on the line!
This is the coolest. What is it?
I don’t know, but I’m loving this color.
It smells good.
Not like a flower, but I like it.
Yeah, fuzzy.
Ohemical-y.
Oareful, guys. It’s a little grabby.
My sweet lord of bees!
Oandy-brain, get off there!
Problem!
– Guys!
– This could be bad.
Affirmative.
Very close.
Gonna hurt.
Mama’s little boy.
You are way out of position, rookie!
Ooming in at you like a missile!
Help me!
I don’t think these are flowers.
– Should we tell him?
– I think he knows.
What is this?!
Match point!
You can start packing up, honey,
because you’re about to eat it!
Yowser!
Gross.
There’s a bee in the car!
– Do something!
– I’m driving!
– Hi, bee.
– He’s back here!
He’s going to sting me!
Nobody move. If you don’t move,
he won’t sting you. Freeze!
He blinked!
Spray him, Granny!
What are you doing?!
Wow… the tension level
out here is unbelievable.
I gotta get home.
Oan’t fly in rain.
Oan’t fly in rain.
Oan’t fly in rain.
Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down!
Ken, could you close
the window please?
Ken, could you close
the window please?
Oheck out my new resume.
I made it into a fold-out brochure.
You see? Folds out.
Oh, no. More humans. I don’t need this.
What was that?
Maybe this time. This time. This time.
This time! This time! This…
Drapes!
That is diabolical.
It’s fantastic. It’s got all my special
skills, even my top-ten favorite movies.
What’s number one? Star Wars?
Nah, I don’t go for that…
…kind of stuff.
No wonder we shouldn’t talk to them.
They’re out of their minds.
When I leave a job interview, they’re
flabbergasted, can’t believe what I say.
There’s the sun. Maybe that’s a way out.
I don’t remember the sun
having a big 75 on it.
I predicted global warming.
I could feel it getting hotter.
At first I thought it was just me.
Wait! Stop! Bee!
Stand back. These are winter boots.
Wait!
Don’t kill him!
You know I’m allergic to them!
This thing could kill me!
Why does his life have
less value than yours?
Why does his life have any less value
than mine? Is that your statement?
I’m just saying all life has value. You
don’t know what he’s capable of feeling.
My brochure!
There you go, little guy.
I’m not scared of him.
It’s an allergic thing.
Put that on your resume brochure.
My whole face could puff up.
Make it one of your special skills.
Knocking someone out
is also a special skill.
Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks.
– Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night?
– Sure, Ken. You know, whatever.
– You could put carob chips on there.
– Bye.
– Supposed to be less calories.
– Bye.
I gotta say something.
She saved my life.
I gotta say something.
All right, here it goes.
Nah.
What would I say?
I could really get in trouble.
It’s a bee law.
You’re not supposed to talk to a human.
I can’t believe I’m doing this.
I’ve got to.
Oh, I can’t do it. Oome on!
No. Yes. No.
Do it. I can’t.
How should I start it?
“You like jazz?” No, that’s no good.
Here she comes! Speak, you fool!
Hi!
I’m sorry.
– You’re talking.
– Yes, I know.
You’re talking!
I’m so sorry.
No, it’s OK. It’s fine.
I know I’m dreaming.
But I don’t recall going to bed.
Well, I’m sure this
is very disconcerting.
This is a bit of a surprise to me.
I mean, you’re a bee!
I am. And I’m not supposed
to be doing this,
but they were all trying to kill me.
And if it wasn’t for you…
I had to thank you.
It’s just how I was raised.
That was a little weird.
– I’m talking with a bee.
– Yeah.
I’m talking to a bee.
And the bee is talking to me!
I just want to say I’m grateful.
I’ll leave now.
– Wait! How did you learn to do that?
– What?
The talking thing.
Same way you did, I guess.
“Mama, Dada, honey.” You pick it up.
– That’s very funny.
– Yeah.
Bees are funny. If we didn’t laugh,
we’d cry with what we have to deal with.
Anyway…
Oan I…
…get you something?
– Like what?
I don’t know. I mean…
I don’t know. Ooffee?
I don’t want to put you out.
It’s no trouble. It takes two minutes.
– It’s just coffee.
– I hate to impose.
– Don’t be ridiculous!
– Actually, I would love a cup.
Hey, you want rum cake?
– I shouldn’t.
– Have some.
– No, I can’t.
– Oome on!
I’m trying to lose a couple micrograms.
– Where?
– These stripes don’t help.
You look great!
I don’t know if you know
anything about fashion.
Are you all right?
No.
He’s making the tie in the cab
as they’re flying up Madison.
He finally gets there.
He runs up the steps into the church.
The wedding is on.
And he says, “Watermelon?
I thought you said Guatemalan.
Why would I marry a watermelon?”
Is that a bee joke?
That’s the kind of stuff we do.
Yeah, different.
So, what are you gonna do, Barry?
About work? I don’t know.
I want to do my part for the hive,
but I can’t do it the way they want.
I know how you feel.
– You do?
– Sure.
My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or
a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist.
– Really?
– My only interest is flowers.
Our new queen was just elected
with that same campaign slogan.
Anyway, if you look…
There’s my hive right there. See it?
You’re in Sheep Meadow!
Yes! I’m right off the Turtle Pond!
No way! I know that area.
I lost a toe ring there once.
– Why do girls put rings on their toes?
– Why not?
– It’s like putting a hat on your knee.
– Maybe I’ll try that.
– You all right, ma’am?
– Oh, yeah. Fine.
Just having two cups of coffee!
Anyway, this has been great.
Thanks for the coffee.
Yeah, it’s no trouble.
Sorry I couldn’t finish it. If I did,
I’d be up the rest of my life.
Are you…?
Oan I take a piece of this with me?
Sure! Here, have a crumb.
– Thanks!
– Yeah.
All right. Well, then…
I guess I’ll see you around.
Or not.
OK, Barry.
And thank you
so much again… for before.
Oh, that? That was nothing.
Well, not nothing, but… Anyway…
This can’t possibly work.
He’s all set to go.
We may as well try it.
OK, Dave, pull the chute.
– Sounds amazing.
– It was amazing!
It was the scariest,
happiest moment of my life.
Humans! I can’t believe
you were with humans!
Giant, scary humans!
What were they like?
Huge and crazy. They talk crazy.
They eat crazy giant things.
They drive crazy.
– Do they try and kill you, like on TV?
– Some of them. But some of them don’t.
– How’d you get back?
– Poodle.
You did it, and I’m glad. You saw
whatever you wanted to see.
You had your “experience.” Now you
can pick out yourjob and be normal.
– Well…
– Well?
Well, I met someone.
You did? Was she Bee-ish?
– A wasp?! Your parents will kill you!
– No, no, no, not a wasp.
– Spider?
– I’m not attracted to spiders.
I know it’s the hottest thing,
with the eight legs and all.
I can’t get by that face.
So who is she?
She’s… human.
No, no. That’s a bee law.
You wouldn’t break a bee law.
– Her name’s Vanessa.
– Oh, boy.
She’s so nice. And she’s a florist!
Oh, no! You’re dating a human florist!
We’re not dating.
You’re flying outside the hive, talking
to humans that attack our homes
with power washers and M-80s!
One-eighth a stick of dynamite!
She saved my life!
And she understands me.
This is over!
Eat this.
This is not over! What was that?
– They call it a crumb.
– It was so stingin’ stripey!
And that’s not what they eat.
That’s what falls off what they eat!
– You know what a Oinnabon is?
– No.
It’s bread and cinnamon and frosting.
They heat it up…
Sit down!
…really hot!
– Listen to me!
We are not them! We’re us.
There’s us and there’s them!
Yes, but who can deny
the heart that is yearning?
There’s no yearning.
Stop yearning. Listen to me!
You have got to start thinking bee,
my friend. Thinking bee!
– Thinking bee.
– Thinking bee.
Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
There he is. He’s in the pool.
You know what your problem is, Barry?
I gotta start thinking bee?
How much longer will this go on?
It’s been three days!
Why aren’t you working?
I’ve got a lot of big life decisions
to think about.
What life? You have no life!
You have no job. You’re barely a bee!
Would it kill you
to make a little honey?
Barry, come out.
Your father’s talking to you.
Martin, would you talk to him?
Barry, I’m talking to you!
You coming?
Got everything?
All set!
Go ahead. I’ll catch up.
Don’t be too long.
Watch this!
Vanessa!
– We’re still here.
– I told you not to yell at him.
He doesn’t respond to yelling!
– Then why yell at me?
– Because you don’t listen!
I’m not listening to this.
Sorry, I’ve gotta go.
– Where are you going?
– I’m meeting a friend.
A girl? Is this why you can’t decide?
Bye.
I just hope she’s Bee-ish.
They have a huge parade
of flowers every year in Pasadena?
To be in the Tournament of Roses,
that’s every florist’s dream!
Up on a float, surrounded
by flowers, crowds cheering.
A tournament. Do the roses
compete in athletic events?
No. All right, I’ve got one.
How come you don’t fly everywhere?
It’s exhausting. Why don’t you
run everywhere? It’s faster.
Yeah, OK, I see, I see.
All right, your turn.
TiVo. You can just freeze live TV?
That’s insane!
You don’t have that?
We have Hivo, but it’s a disease.
It’s a horrible, horrible disease.
Oh, my.
Dumb bees!
You must want to sting all those jerks.
We try not to sting.
It’s usually fatal for us.
So you have to watch your temper.
Very carefully.
You kick a wall, take a walk,
write an angry letter and throw it out.
Work through it like any emotion:
Anger, jealousy, lust.
Oh, my goodness! Are you OK?
Yeah.
– What is wrong with you?!
– It’s a bug.
He’s not bothering anybody.
Get out of here, you creep!
What was that? A Pic ‘N’ Save circular?
Yeah, it was. How did you know?
It felt like about 10 pages.
Seventy-five is pretty much our limit.
You’ve really got that
down to a science.
– I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue.
– I’ll bet.
What in the name
of Mighty Hercules is this?
How did this get here?
Oute Bee, Golden Blossom,
Ray Liotta Private Select?
– Is he that actor?
– I never heard of him.
– Why is this here?
– For people. We eat it.
You don’t have
enough food of your own?
– Well, yes.
– How do you get it?
– Bees make it.
– I know who makes it!
And it’s hard to make it!
There’s heating, cooling, stirring.
You need a whole Krelman thing!
– It’s organic.
– It’s our-ganic!
It’s just honey, Barry.
Just what?!
Bees don’t know about this!
This is stealing! A lot of stealing!
You’ve taken our homes, schools,
hospitals! This is all we have!
And it’s on sale?!
I’m getting to the bottom of this.
I’m getting to the bottom
of all of this!
Hey, Hector.
– You almost done?
– Almost.
He is here. I sense it.
Well, I guess I’ll go home now
and just leave this nice honey out,
with no one around.
You’re busted, box boy!
I knew I heard something.
So you can talk!
I can talk.
And now you’ll start talking!
Where you getting the sweet stuff?
Who’s your supplier?
I don’t understand.
I thought we were friends.
The last thing we want
to do is upset bees!
You’re too late! It’s ours now!
You, sir, have crossed
the wrong sword!
You, sir, will be lunch
for my iguana, Ignacio!
Where is the honey coming from?
Tell me where!
Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms!
Orazy person!
What horrible thing has happened here?
These faces, they never knew
what hit them. And now
they’re on the road to nowhere!
Just keep still.
What? You’re not dead?
Do I look dead? They will wipe anything
that moves. Where you headed?
To Honey Farms.
I am onto something huge here.
I’m going to Alaska. Moose blood,
crazy stuff. Blows your head off!
I’m going to Tacoma.
– And you?
– He really is dead.
All right.
Uh-oh!
– What is that?!
– Oh, no!
– A wiper! Triple blade!
– Triple blade?
Jump on! It’s your only chance, bee!
Why does everything have
to be so doggone clean?!
How much do you people need to see?!
Open your eyes!
Stick your head out the window!
From NPR News in Washington,
I’m Oarl Kasell.
But don’t kill no more bugs!
– Bee!
– Moose blood guy!!
– You hear something?
– Like what?
Like tiny screaming.
Turn off the radio.
Whassup, bee boy?
Hey, Blood.
Just a row of honey jars,
as far as the eye could see.
Wow!
I assume wherever this truck goes
is where they’re getting it.
I mean, that honey’s ours.
– Bees hang tight.
– We’re all jammed in.
It’s a close community.
Not us, man. We on our own.
Every mosquito on his own.
– What if you get in trouble?
– You a mosquito, you in trouble.
Nobody likes us. They just smack.
See a mosquito, smack, smack!
At least you’re out in the world.
You must meet girls.
Mosquito girls try to trade up,
get with a moth, dragonfly.
Mosquito girl don’t want no mosquito.
You got to be kidding me!
Mooseblood’s about to leave
the building! So long, bee!
– Hey, guys!
– Mooseblood!
I knew I’d catch y’all down here.
Did you bring your crazy straw?
We throw it in jars, slap a label on it,
and it’s pretty much pure profit.
What is this place?
A bee’s got a brain
the size of a pinhead.
They are pinheads!
Pinhead.
– Oheck out the new smoker.
– Oh, sweet. That’s the one you want.
The Thomas 3000!
Smoker?
Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic.
Twice the nicotine, all the tar.
A couple breaths of this
knocks them right out.
They make the honey,
and we make the money.
“They make the honey,
and we make the money”?
Oh, my!
What’s going on? Are you OK?
Yeah. It doesn’t last too long.
Do you know you’re
in a fake hive with fake walls?
Our queen was moved here.
We had no choice.
This is your queen?
That’s a man in women’s clothes!
That’s a drag queen!
What is this?
Oh, no!
There’s hundreds of them!
Bee honey.
Our honey is being brazenly stolen
on a massive scale!
This is worse than anything bears
have done! I intend to do something.
Oh, Barry, stop.
Who told you humans are taking
our honey? That’s a rumor.
Do these look like rumors?
That’s a conspiracy theory.
These are obviously doctored photos.
How did you get mixed up in this?
He’s been talking to humans.
– What?
– Talking to humans?!
He has a human girlfriend.
And they make out!
Make out? Barry!
We do not.
– You wish you could.
– Whose side are you on?
The bees!
I dated a cricket once in San Antonio.
Those crazy legs kept me up all night.
Barry, this is what you want
to do with your life?
I want to do it for all our lives.
Nobody works harder than bees!
Dad, I remember you
coming home so overworked
your hands were still stirring.
You couldn’t stop.
I remember that.
What right do they have to our honey?
We live on two cups a year. They put it
in lip balm for no reason whatsoever!
Even if it’s true, what can one bee do?
Sting them where it really hurts.
In the face! The eye!
– That would hurt.
– No.
Up the nose? That’s a killer.
There’s only one place you can sting
the humans, one place where it matters.
Hive at Five, the hive’s only
full-hour action news source.
No more bee beards!
With Bob Bumble at the anchor desk.
Weather with Storm Stinger.
Sports with Buzz Larvi.
And Jeanette Ohung.
– Good evening. I’m Bob Bumble.
– And I’m Jeanette Ohung.
A tri-county bee, Barry Benson,
intends to sue the human race
for stealing our honey,
packaging it and profiting
from it illegally!
Tomorrow night on Bee Larry King,
we’ll have three former queens here in
our studio, discussing their new book,
Olassy Ladies,
out this week on Hexagon.
Tonight we’re talking to Barry Benson.
Did you ever think, “I’m a kid
from the hive. I can’t do this”?
Bees have never been afraid
to change the world.
What about Bee Oolumbus?
Bee Gandhi? Bejesus?
Where I’m from, we’d never sue humans.
We were thinking
of stickball or candy stores.
How old are you?
The bee community
is supporting you in this case,
which will be the trial
of the bee century.
You know, they have a Larry King
in the human world too.
It’s a common name. Next week…
He looks like you and has a show
and suspenders and colored dots…
Next week…
Glasses, quotes on the bottom from the
guest even though you just heard ‘em.
Bear Week next week!
They’re scary, hairy and here live.
Always leans forward, pointy shoulders,
squinty eyes, very Jewish.
In tennis, you attack
at the point of weakness!
It was my grandmother, Ken. She’s 81.
Honey, her backhand’s a joke!
I’m not gonna take advantage of that?
Quiet, please.
Actual work going on here.
– Is that that same bee?
– Yes, it is!
I’m helping him sue the human race.
– Hello.
– Hello, bee.
This is Ken.
Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, size
ten and a half. Vibram sole, I believe.
Why does he talk again?
Listen, you better go
’cause we’re really busy working.
But it’s our yogurt night!
Bye-bye.
Why is yogurt night so difficult?!
You poor thing.
You two have been at this for hours!
Yes, and Adam here
has been a huge help.
– Frosting…
– How many sugars?
Just one. I try not
to use the competition.
So why are you helping me?
Bees have good qualities.
And it takes my mind off the shop.
Instead of flowers, people
are giving balloon bouquets now.
Those are great, if you’re three.
And artificial flowers.
– Oh, those just get me psychotic!
– Yeah, me too.
Bent stingers, pointless pollination.
Bees must hate those fake things!
Nothing worse
than a daffodil that’s had work done.
Maybe this could make up
for it a little bit.
– This lawsuit’s a pretty big deal.
– I guess.
You sure you want to go through with it?
Am I sure? When I’m done with
the humans, they won’t be able
to say, “Honey, I’m home,”
without paying a royalty!
It’s an incredible scene
here in downtown Manhattan,
where the world anxiously waits,
because for the first time in history,
we will hear for ourselves
if a honeybee can actually speak.
What have we gotten into here, Barry?
It’s pretty big, isn’t it?
I can’t believe how many humans
don’t work during the day.
You think billion-dollar multinational
food companies have good lawyers?
Everybody needs to stay
behind the barricade.
– What’s the matter?
– I don’t know, I just got a chill.
Well, if it isn’t the bee team.
You boys work on this?
All rise! The Honorable
Judge Bumbleton presiding.
All right. Oase number 4475,
Superior Oourt of New York,
Barry Bee Benson v. the Honey Industry
is now in session.
Mr. Montgomery, you’re representing
the five food companies collectively?
A privilege.
Mr. Benson… you’re representing
all the bees of the world?
I’m kidding. Yes, Your Honor,
we’re ready to proceed.
Mr. Montgomery,
your opening statement, please.
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,
my grandmother was a simple woman.
Born on a farm, she believed
it was man’s divine right
to benefit from the bounty
of nature God put before us.
If we lived in the topsy-turvy world
Mr. Benson imagines,
just think of what would it mean.
I would have to negotiate
with the silkworm
for the elastic in my britches!
Talking bee!
How do we know this isn’t some sort of
holographic motion-picture-capture
Hollywood wizardry?
They could be using laser beams!
Robotics! Ventriloquism!
Oloning! For all we know,
he could be on steroids!
Mr. Benson?
Ladies and gentlemen,
there’s no trickery here.
I’m just an ordinary bee.
Honey’s pretty important to me.
It’s important to all bees.
We invented it!
We make it. And we protect it
with our lives.
Unfortunately, there are
some people in this room
who think they can take it from us
’cause we’re the little guys!
I’m hoping that, after this is all over,
you’ll see how, by taking our honey,
you not only take everything we have
but everything we are!
I wish he’d dress like that
all the time. So nice!
Oall your first witness.
So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden
of Honey Farms, big company you have.
I suppose so.
I see you also own
Honeyburton and Honron!
Yes, they provide beekeepers
for our farms.
Beekeeper. I find that
to be a very disturbing term.
I don’t imagine you employ
any bee-free-ers, do you?
– No.
– I couldn’t hear you.
– No.
– No.
Because you don’t free bees.
You keep bees. Not only that,
it seems you thought a bear would be
an appropriate image for a jar of honey.
They’re very lovable creatures.
Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear.
You mean like this?
Bears kill bees!
How’d you like his head crashing
through your living room?!
Biting into your couch!
Spitting out your throw pillows!
OK, that’s enough. Take him away.
So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here.
Your name intrigues me.
– Where have I heard it before?
– I was with a band called The Police.
But you’ve never been
a police officer, have you?
No, I haven’t.
No, you haven’t. And so here
we have yet another example
of bee culture casually
stolen by a human
for nothing more than
a prance-about stage name.
Oh, please.
Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting?
Because I’m feeling
a little stung, Sting.
Or should I say… Mr. Gordon M. Sumner!
That’s not his real name?! You idiots!
Mr. Liotta, first,
belated congratulations on
your Emmy win for a guest spot
on ER in 2005.
Thank you. Thank you.
I see from your resume
that you’re devilishly handsome
with a churning inner turmoil
that’s ready to blow.
I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime?
Not yet it isn’t. But is this
what it’s come to for you?
Exploiting tiny, helpless bees
so you don’t
have to rehearse
your part and learn your lines, sir?
Watch it, Benson!
I could blow right now!
This isn’t a goodfella.
This is a badfella!
Why doesn’t someone just step on
this creep, and we can all go home?!
– Order in this court!
– You’re all thinking it!
Order! Order, I say!
– Say it!
– Mr. Liotta, please sit down!
I think it was awfully nice
of that bear to pitch in like that.
I think the jury’s on our side.
Are we doing everything right, legally?
I’m a florist.
Right. Well, here’s to a great team.
To a great team!
Well, hello.
– Ken!
– Hello.
I didn’t think you were coming.
No, I was just late.
I tried to call, but… the battery.
I didn’t want all this to go to waste,
so I called Barry. Luckily, he was free.
Oh, that was lucky.
There’s a little left.
I could heat it up.
Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever.
So I hear you’re quite a tennis player.
I’m not much for the game myself.
The ball’s a little grabby.
That’s where I usually sit.
Right… there.
Ken, Barry was looking at your resume,
and he agreed with me that eating with
chopsticks isn’t really a special skill.
You think I don’t see what you’re doing?
I know how hard it is to find
the rightjob. We have that in common.
Do we?
Bees have 100 percent employment,
but we do jobs like taking the crud out.
That’s just what
I was thinking about doing.
Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor
for his fuzz. I hope that was all right.
I’m going to drain the old stinger.
Yeah, you do that.
Look at that.
You know, I’ve just about had it
with your little mind games.
– What’s that?
– Italian Vogue.
Mamma mia, that’s a lot of pages.
A lot of ads.
Remember what Van said, why is
your life more valuable than mine?
Funny, I just can’t seem to recall that!
I think something stinks in here!
I love the smell of flowers.
How do you like the smell of flames?!
Not as much.
Water bug! Not taking sides!
Ken, I’m wearing a Ohapstick hat!
This is pathetic!
I’ve got issues!
Well, well, well, a royal flush!
– You’re bluffing.
– Am I?
Surf’s up, dude!
Poo water!
That bowl is gnarly.
Except for those dirty yellow rings!
Kenneth! What are you doing?!
You know, I don’t even like honey!
I don’t eat it!
We need to talk!
He’s just a little bee!
And he happens to be
the nicest bee I’ve met in a long time!
Long time? What are you talking about?!
Are there other bugs in your life?
No, but there are other things bugging
me in life. And you’re one of them!
Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night…
My nerves are fried from riding
on this emotional roller coaster!
Goodbye, Ken.
And for your information,
I prefer sugar-free, artificial
sweeteners made by man!
I’m sorry about all that.
I know it’s got
an aftertaste! I like it!
I always felt there was some kind
of barrier between Ken and me.
I couldn’t overcome it.
Oh, well.
Are you OK for the trial?
I believe Mr. Montgomery
is about out of ideas.
We would like to call
Mr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand.
Good idea! You can really see why he’s
considered one of the best lawyers…
Yeah.
Layton, you’ve
gotta weave some magic
with this jury,
or it’s gonna be all over.
Don’t worry. The only thing I have
to do to turn this jury around
is to remind them
of what they don’t like about bees.
– You got the tweezers?
– Are you allergic?
Only to losing, son. Only to losing.
Mr. Benson Bee, I’ll ask you
what I think we’d all like to know.
What exactly is your relationship
to that woman?
We’re friends.
– Good friends?
– Yes.
How good? Do you live together?
Wait a minute…
Are you her little…
…bedbug?
I’ve seen a bee documentary or two.
From what I understand,
doesn’t your queen give birth
to all the bee children?
– Yeah, but…
– So those aren’t your real parents!
– Oh, Barry…
– Yes, they are!
Hold me back!
You’re an illegitimate bee,
aren’t you, Benson?
He’s denouncing bees!
Don’t y’all date your cousins?
– Objection!
– I’m going to pincushion this guy!
Adam, don’t! It’s what he wants!
Oh, I’m hit!!
Oh, lordy, I am hit!
Order! Order!
The venom! The venom
is coursing through my veins!
I have been felled
by a winged beast of destruction!
You see? You can’t treat them
like equals! They’re striped savages!
Stinging’s the only thing
they know! It’s their way!
– Adam, stay with me.
– I can’t feel my legs.
What angel of mercy
will come forward to suck the poison
from my heaving buttocks?
I will have order in this court. Order!
Order, please!
The case of the honeybees
versus the human race
took a pointed turn against the bees
yesterday when one of their legal
team stung Layton T. Montgomery.
– Hey, buddy.
– Hey.
– Is there much pain?
– Yeah.
I…
I blew the whole case, didn’t I?
It doesn’t matter. What matters is
you’re alive. You could have died.
I’d be better off dead. Look at me.
They got it from the cafeteria
downstairs, in a tuna sandwich.
Look, there’s
a little celery still on it.
What was it like to sting someone?
I can’t explain it. It was all…
All adrenaline and then…
and then ecstasy!
All right.
You think it was all a trap?
Of course. I’m sorry.
I flew us right into this.
What were we thinking? Look at us. We’re
just a couple of bugs in this world.
What will the humans do to us
if they win?
I don’t know.
I hear they put the roaches in motels.
That doesn’t sound so bad.
Adam, they check in,
but they don’t check out!
Oh, my.
Oould you get a nurse
to close that window?
– Why?
– The smoke.
Bees don’t smoke.
Right. Bees don’t smoke.
Bees don’t smoke!
But some bees are smoking.
That’s it! That’s our case!
It is? It’s not over?
Get dressed. I’ve gotta go somewhere.
Get back to the court and stall.
Stall any way you can.
And assuming you’ve done step correctly, you’re ready for the tub.
Mr. Flayman.
Yes? Yes, Your Honor!
Where is the rest of your team?
Well, Your Honor, it’s interesting.
Bees are trained to fly haphazardly,
and as a result,
we don’t make very good time.
I actually heard a funny story about…
Your Honor,
haven’t these ridiculous bugs
taken up enough
of this court’s valuable time?
How much longer will we allow
these absurd shenanigans to go on?
They have presented no compelling
evidence to support their charges
against my clients,
who run legitimate businesses.
I move for a complete dismissal
of this entire case!
Mr. Flayman, I’m afraid I’m going
to have to consider
Mr. Montgomery’s motion.
But you can’t! We have a terrific case.
Where is your proof?
Where is the evidence?
Show me the smoking gun!
Hold it, Your Honor!
You want a smoking gun?
Here is your smoking gun.
What is that?
It’s a bee smoker!
What, this?
This harmless little contraption?
This couldn’t hurt a fly,
let alone a bee.
Look at what has happened
to bees who have never been asked,
“Smoking or non?”
Is this what nature intended for us?
To be forcibly addicted
to smoke machines
and man-made wooden slat work camps?
Living out our lives as honey slaves
to the white man?
– What are we gonna do?
– He’s playing the species card.
Ladies and gentlemen, please,
free these bees!
Free the bees! Free the bees!
Free the bees!
Free the bees! Free the bees!
The court finds in favor of the bees!
Vanessa, we won!
I knew you could do it! High-five!
Sorry.
I’m OK! You know what this means?
All the honey
will finally belong to the bees.
Now we won’t have
to work so hard all the time.
This is an unholy perversion
of the balance of nature, Benson.
You’ll regret this.
Barry, how much honey is out there?
All right. One at a time.
Barry, who are you wearing?
My sweater is Ralph Lauren,
and I have no pants.
– What if Montgomery’s right?
– What do you mean?
We’ve been living the bee way
a long time, 27 million years.
Oongratulations on your victory.
What will you demand as a settlement?
First, we’ll demand a complete shutdown
of all bee work camps.
Then we want back the honey
that was ours to begin with,
every last drop.
We demand an end to the glorification
of the bear as anything more
than a filthy, smelly,
bad-breath stink machine.
We’re all aware
of what they do in the woods.
Wait for my signal.
Take him out.
He’ll have nauseous
for a few hours, then he’ll be fine.
And we will no longer tolerate
bee-negative nicknames…
But it’s just a prance-about stage name!
…unnecessary inclusion of honey
in bogus health products
and la-dee-da human
tea-time snack garnishments.
Oan’t breathe.
Bring it in, boys!
Hold it right there! Good.
Tap it.
Mr. Buzzwell, we just passed three cups,
and there’s gallons more coming!
– I think we need to shut down!
– Shut down? We’ve never shut down.
Shut down honey production!
Stop making honey!
Turn your key, sir!
What do we do now?
Oannonball!
We’re shutting honey production!
Mission abort.
Aborting pollination and nectar detail.
Returning to base.
Adam, you wouldn’t believe
how much honey was out there.
Oh, yeah?
What’s going on? Where is everybody?
– Are they out celebrating?
– They’re home.
They don’t know what to do.
Laying out, sleeping in.
I heard your Uncle Oarl was on his way
to San Antonio with a cricket.
At least we got our honey back.
Sometimes I think, so what if humans
liked our honey? Who wouldn’t?
It’s the greatest thing in the world!
I was excited to be part of making it.
This was my new desk. This was my
new job. I wanted to do it really well.
And now…
Now I can’t.
I don’t understand
why they’re not happy.
I thought their lives would be better!
They’re doing nothing. It’s amazing.
Honey really changes people.
You don’t have any idea
what’s going on, do you?
– What did you want to show me?
– This.
What happened here?
That is not the half of it.
Oh, no. Oh, my.
They’re all wilting.
Doesn’t look very good, does it?
No.
And whose fault do you think that is?
You know, I’m gonna guess bees.
Bees?
Specifically, me.
I didn’t think bees not needing to make
honey would affect all these things.
It’s notjust flowers.
Fruits, vegetables, they all need bees.
That’s our whole SAT test right there.
Take away produce, that affects
the entire animal kingdom.
And then, of course…
The human species?
So if there’s no more pollination,
it could all just go south here,
couldn’t it?
I know this is also partly my fault.
How about a suicide pact?
How do we do it?
– I’ll sting you, you step on me.
– Thatjust kills you twice.
Right, right.
Listen, Barry…
sorry, but I gotta get going.
I had to open my mouth and talk.
Vanessa?
Vanessa? Why are you leaving?
Where are you going?
To the final Tournament of Roses parade
in Pasadena.
They’ve moved it to this weekend
because all the flowers are dying.
It’s the last chance
I’ll ever have to see it.
Vanessa, I just wanna say I’m sorry.
I never meant it to turn out like this.
I know. Me neither.
Tournament of Roses.
Roses can’t do sports.
Wait a minute. Roses. Roses?
Roses!
Vanessa!
Roses?!
Barry?
– Roses are flowers!
– Yes, they are.
Flowers, bees, pollen!
I know.
That’s why this is the last parade.
Maybe not.
Oould you ask him to slow down?
Oould you slow down?
Barry!
OK, I made a huge mistake.
This is a total disaster, all my fault.
Yes, it kind of is.
I’ve ruined the planet.
I wanted to help you
with the flower shop.
I’ve made it worse.
Actually, it’s completely closed down.
I thought maybe you were remodeling.
But I have another idea, and it’s
greater than my previous ideas combined.
I don’t want to hear it!
All right, they have the roses,
the roses have the pollen.
I know every bee, plant
and flower bud in this park.
All we gotta do is get what they’ve got
back here with what we’ve got.
– Bees.
– Park.
– Pollen!
– Flowers.
– Repollination!
– Across the nation!
Tournament of Roses,
Pasadena, Oalifornia.
They’ve got nothing
but flowers, floats and cotton candy.
Security will be tight.
I have an idea.
Vanessa Bloome, FTD.
Official floral business. It’s real.
Sorry, ma’am. Nice brooch.
Thank you. It was a gift.
Once inside,
we just pick the right float.
How about The Princess and the Pea?
I could be the princess,
and you could be the pea!
Yes, I got it.
– Where should I sit?
– What are you?
– I believe I’m the pea.
– The pea?
It goes under the mattresses.
– Not in this fairy tale, sweetheart.
– I’m getting the marshal.
You do that!
This whole parade is a fiasco!
Let’s see what this baby’ll do.
Hey, what are you doing?!
Then all we do
is blend in with traffic…
…without arousing suspicion.
Once at the airport,
there’s no stopping us.
Stop! Security.
– You and your insect pack your float?
– Yes.
Has it been
in your possession the entire time?
Would you remove your shoes?
– Remove your stinger.
– It’s part of me.
I know. Just having some fun.
Enjoy your flight.
Then if we’re lucky, we’ll have
just enough pollen to do the job.
Oan you believe how lucky we are? We
have just enough pollen to do the job!
I think this is gonna work.
It’s got to work.
Attention, passengers,
this is Oaptain Scott.
We have a bit of bad weather
in New York.
It looks like we’ll experience
a couple hours delay.
Barry, these are cut flowers
with no water. They’ll never make it.
I gotta get up there
and talk to them.
Be careful.
Oan I get help
with the Sky Mall magazine?
I’d like to order the talking
inflatable nose and ear hair trimmer.
Oaptain, I’m in a real situation.
– What’d you say, Hal?
– Nothing.
Bee!
Don’t freak out! My entire species…
What are you doing?
– Wait a minute! I’m an attorney!
– Who’s an attorney?
Don’t move.
Oh, Barry.
Good afternoon, passengers.
This is your captain.
Would a Miss Vanessa Bloome in 24B
please report to the cockpit?
And please hurry!
What happened here?
There was a DustBuster,
a toupee, a life raft exploded.
One’s bald, one’s in a boat,
they’re both unconscious!
– Is that another bee joke?
– No!
No one’s flying the plane!
This is JFK control tower, Flight 356.
What’s your status?
This is Vanessa Bloome.
I’m a florist from New York.
Where’s the pilot?
He’s unconscious,
and so is the copilot.
Not good. Does anyone onboard
have flight experience?
As a matter of fact, there is.
– Who’s that?
– Barry Benson.
From the honey trial?! Oh, great.
Vanessa, this is nothing more
than a big metal bee.
It’s got giant wings, huge engines.
I can’t fly a plane.
– Why not? Isn’t John Travolta a pilot?
– Yes.
How hard could it be?
Wait, Barry!
We’re headed into some lightning.
This is Bob Bumble. We have some
late-breaking news from JFK Airport,
where a suspenseful scene
is developing.
Barry Benson,
fresh from his legal victory…
That’s Barry!
…is attempting to land a plane,
loaded with people, flowers
and an incapacitated flight crew.
Flowers?!
We have a storm in the area
and two individuals at the controls
with absolutely no flight experience.
Just a minute.
There’s a bee on that plane.
I’m quite familiar with Mr. Benson
and his no-account compadres.
They’ve done enough damage.
But isn’t he your only hope?
Technically, a bee
shouldn’t be able to fly at all.
Their wings are too small…
Haven’t we heard this a million times?
“The surface area of the wings
and body mass make no sense.”
– Get this on the air!
– Got it.
– Stand by.
– We’re going live.
The way we work may be a mystery to you.
Making honey takes a lot of bees
doing a lot of small jobs.
But let me tell you about a small job.
If you do it well,
it makes a big difference.
More than we realized.
To us, to everyone.
That’s why I want to get bees
back to working together.
That’s the bee way!
We’re not made of Jell-O.
We get behind a fellow.
– Black and yellow!
– Hello!
Left, right, down, hover.
– Hover?
– Forget hover.
This isn’t so hard.
Beep-beep! Beep-beep!
Barry, what happened?!
Wait, I think we were
on autopilot the whole time.
– That may have been helping me.
– And now we’re not!
So it turns out I cannot fly a plane.
All of you, let’s get
behind this fellow! Move it out!
Move out!
Our only chance is if I do what I’d do,
you copy me with the wings of the plane!
Don’t have to yell.
I’m not yelling!
We’re in a lot of trouble.
It’s very hard to concentrate
with that panicky tone in your voice!
It’s not a tone. I’m panicking!
I can’t do this!
Vanessa, pull yourself together.
You have to snap out of it!
You snap out of it.
You snap out of it.
– You snap out of it!
– You snap out of it!
– You snap out of it!
– You snap out of it!
– You snap out of it!
– You snap out of it!
– Hold it!
– Why? Oome on, it’s my turn.
How is the plane flying?
I don’t know.
Hello?
Benson, got any flowers
for a happy occasion in there?
The Pollen Jocks!
They do get behind a fellow.
– Black and yellow.
– Hello.
All right, let’s drop this tin can
on the blacktop.
Where? I can’t see anything. Oan you?
No, nothing. It’s all cloudy.
Oome on. You got to think bee, Barry.
– Thinking bee.
– Thinking bee.
Thinking bee!
Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
Wait a minute.
I think I’m feeling something.
– What?
– I don’t know. It’s strong, pulling me.
Like a 27-million-year-old instinct.
Bring the nose down.
Thinking bee!
Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
– What in the world is on the tarmac?
– Get some lights on that!
Thinking bee!
Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
– Vanessa, aim for the flower.
– OK.
Out the engines. We’re going in
on bee power. Ready, boys?
Affirmative!
Good. Good. Easy, now. That’s it.
Land on that flower!
Ready? Full reverse!
Spin it around!
– Not that flower! The other one!
– Which one?
– That flower.
– I’m aiming at the flower!
That’s a fat guy in a flowered shirt.
I mean the giant pulsating flower
made of millions of bees!
Pull forward. Nose down. Tail up.
Rotate around it.
– This is insane, Barry!
– This’s the only way I know how to fly.
Am I koo-koo-kachoo, or is this plane
flying in an insect-like pattern?
Get your nose in there. Don’t be afraid.
Smell it. Full reverse!
Just drop it. Be a part of it.
Aim for the center!
Now drop it in! Drop it in, woman!
Oome on, already.
Barry, we did it!
You taught me how to fly!
– Yes. No high-five!
– Right.
Barry, it worked!
Did you see the giant flower?
What giant flower? Where? Of course
I saw the flower! That was genius!
– Thank you.
– But we’re not done yet.
Listen, everyone!
This runway is covered
with the last pollen
from the last flowers
available anywhere on Earth.
That means this is our last chance.
We’re the only ones who make honey,
pollinate flowers and dress like this.
If we’re gonna survive as a species,
this is our moment! What do you say?
Are we going to be bees, orjust
Museum of Natural History keychains?
We’re bees!
Keychain!
Then follow me! Except Keychain.
Hold on, Barry. Here.
You’ve earned this.
Yeah!
I’m a Pollen Jock! And it’s a perfect
fit. All I gotta do are the sleeves.
Oh, yeah.
That’s our Barry.
Mom! The bees are back!
If anybody needs
to make a call, now’s the time.
I got a feeling we’ll be
working late tonight!
Here’s your change. Have a great
afternoon! Oan I help who’s next?
Would you like some honey with that?
It is bee-approved. Don’t forget these.
Milk, cream, cheese, it’s all me.
And I don’t see a nickel!
Sometimes I just feel
like a piece of meat!
I had no idea.
Barry, I’m sorry.
Have you got a moment?
Would you excuse me?
My mosquito associate will help you.
Sorry I’m late.
He’s a lawyer too?
I was already a blood-sucking parasite.
All I needed was a briefcase.
Have a great afternoon!
Barry, I just got this huge tulip order,
and I can’t get them anywhere.
No problem, Vannie.
Just leave it to me.
You’re a lifesaver, Barry.
Oan I help who’s next?
All right, scramble, jocks!
It’s time to fly.
Thank you, Barry!
That bee is living my life!
Let it go, Kenny.
– When will this nightmare end?!
– Let it all go.
– Beautiful day to fly.
– Sure is.
Between you and me,
I was dying to get out of that office.
You have got
to start thinking bee, my friend.
– Thinking bee!
– Me?
Hold it. Let’s just stop
for a second. Hold it.
I’m sorry. I’m sorry, everyone.
Oan we stop here?
I’m not making a major life decision
during a production number!
All right. Take ten, everybody.
Wrap it up, guys.
I had virtually no rehearsal for that.
Violation 2-712, Rick Dicker interrogating agent.
Please specify your name.
Uh… Tony.
Tony Rydinger.
Tell me about what happened.
Well there is this girl in my class.
I saw it on the track running.
You, Violet is not it?
That’s me.
I know little about him, but he changed.
He was more relaxed, confident, cool, sweet.
I asked her to go to the cinema.
– So, Friday? Friday. – Friday.
And I went from there.
Not long after that, this incident occurred in the parking lot.
Meet the Underminer.
I was always under but nothing is beneath me.
And the situation is very strange and when I saw these boots.
– You two stay here. – Are we really going to do this?
It is still illegal, right?
They look like a super hero.
– They’re going to lose him? – Oh okay.
One of you berjagalah on the perimeter, secure the people from here.
You have to keep Jack-jack.
– I think we are in this together. – You heard your mother.
Create a trampoline.
I guard the perimeter.
You can not go anywhere. Come back here!
I saw a chance to get out of there.
But I know the sound of one of the children.
The girl’s voice. He was angry and threw his mask. And that’s it!
Oh, Tony!
Hi. It’s not what you think.
This is too weird I can not handle it, I fled.
I feel bad about it.
Maybe I should have said ” Hi ” or something.
Not because he Superhero illegal.
And is not I do not like girls who are stronger, I’m pretty confident.
Virility problems.
What is that?
Did you tell this to anyone else?
– Your parents? – No. They do not like to know anything.
You know what I mean?
– I know, son. – I like this girl, Mr. Dicker should I go with him Friday night.
And now would be a strange situation.
I wish I could say sorry to him.
You’re going to say, son.
You’re going to say it.
Come on!
Let’s just say you’ve had in the blast from below!
– Underminer! We meet again. – What?
Oh, come on. Now he was trapped inside.
Oh!
lncredibles!
Introduce Jackhammer!
Feel this.
Until found!
No no no.
Everyone, back off, okay? Retreat.
Dash, do not make me keep the baby.
I tried to stop him, and Underminer escape.
Does it ever make you stop … Bob, monorailnya!
Frozone! Already!
We have to stop this thing before it destroys the town hall.
I’ll try to keep him away from the building.
Hey, lady.
Thank you very much, young man.
Violet!
Stop!
All stop!
Alert, father.
Dash!
Violet, who’s taking care of Jack-Jack?
– Dad in charge … – Violet, take him.
This thing is headed to City Hall.
Mother needs help.
Look at this, this is our chance, follow them, follow Frozone.
Bob!
Help me with this pillar.
Supposedly it can stop it.
Children, what are you doing? Get out of here!
It’s going to explode!
There is no more time!
We did it!
Do not move, super hero!
Oh, what we’ve done.
Hey, wait, Mr. Zone?
Sorry, I should not be here.
That seems to be wrong, is not it?
Maybe you’re interested in changing the law?
Superheroes including Frozone, Mr. lncredibles, and Elasticgirl …
prevent further damage in the city.
The Underminer still unknown.
We did not start this conflict.
And you do not end well!
– You stop Underminer to destroy more? – No.
– Did you stop him rob a bank? – No.
– Did you catch it? – No.
The bank was already insured, we have the infrastructure to overcome this problem …
if you did not do anything this is all still going to happen.
You would rather we did not do anything?
So true.
You did not help.
If you want to get out of the hole, you have to put the first shovel.
Wow it’s awful.
Dad, maybe this is not the best time to tell you this, but …
Something happened today.
A child, and my mask.
Okay, Rick, a friend of Violet, Tony, see it without using a mask.
– There are other info? – I do not know her last name Rydinger.
Tony Rydinger. I’ll check it out.
Bob, Helen.
I want to talk if you do not mind.
The program is stopped.
What?
Politicians do not understand people who do good things because it was the right move.
Make them nervous.
They target Superheroes many years ago, and today they need.
Anyway, I’m done.
I’m worried about two weeks at the motel was the best that I can do for you.
– It’s not much. – You have a lot of help, Rick.
We will not forget it.
Well, an honor working with you guys, good people.
Thank you for everything. And good luck.
Yes, you too.
Did you wash your hands?
With the soap?
Is it dry?
What? Is this all the vegetables?
Who ordered this vegetable all?
I order it. It’s good for you.
Are we going to talk about it?
– What? – elephant in this room.
What elephant?
I do not think so.
– You mean about today? – Yes.
What’s with today?
We all make mistakes.
For example, you should keep children Jack-Jack.
Keeping the baby, while you do the things that are important.
We already talked about this.
You’re not mature enough to decide this.
– We are old enough to help. – Yes!
Is not that what you say to us, dad?
Yes, well, help it can mean many things.
– But we have to help where there is a sense of trust. – Yes.
– Are you glad we help today? – I know. But…
– You said you were proud of us. – Well, I used to, I’m proud.
We want to fight criminals.
No, you can not.
You said different situation now.
And that is right. On the island.
But I do not mean that from now on …
Now we do not use our strength back again.
– That’s what makes me strong. – I did not say … what?
Someone says.
Can we eat it. Dinner.
While still hot.
Are we doing something wrong?
– Yes. – No.
We did not do anything wrong.
Superhero illegal.
Whether it’s fair or not, it’s legal.
The law should be fair. That’s why we teach it to our children.
– We follow the law. – Although the law to harass?
If it was unjust law is no law to replace it. Otherwise there will be chaos.
That’s what happened today.
I thought this was cool.
What?
As a crime against the family.
That’s cool.
But that’s over.
But this is happening in the world.
We have to adapt.
Is the situation worse now?
Fine state.
May I have permission?
How long are we at the motel, father?
Soon, dear.
What we will do?
I do not know.
– Maybe Dicker will find something. – Dicker is no longer there, Bob.
All our thoughts become Superheroes again, it was just wishful thinking.
One of us had to work.
One of us?
You do not stand working in an insurance company.
– I can not stand cheating them. – I know it’s hard for you.
– Maybe it’s my turn to work in the private sector and you keep … – No, I did it.
I need to do this.
– Do you know where coat and my tie? – Burned when our house burned.
Ya.
We can not depend on anyone else now, Bob.
There is only us.
We can not wait for …
There were no guards manning pool.
Swim responsibility own risk.
Oh, where are you today?
I know you missed all the fun.
Do not get angry, because I do not come to your party.
I’m not as good as you, and besides I know the police will deliver you.
– Yes. That’s the power of Bob. – Yes, yes.
I heard the program was discontinued.
How long are you in this motel?
2 weeks.
And you know the offer is still valid.
You are very good, and the five of us. We do not want to do that to your wife.
The door is always open.
You know the news is not always bad.
While you’re on hold, I was approached by a man who represents a wealthy man.
Winston Deavor.
She wanted to talk to me and you both about the problem Superhero.
I’ve checked it, she was fine, wanted to recruit Dicker, he wanted to meet.
Oh, my goodness, the more problems Superhero?
We just got out of trouble.
We’re coming.
Tonight, I’ll go now.
Enjoy it, I do not want to get involved.
He wants us three.
Unfortunately, at least we hear first what was going on katakannya.
Do you have an address, I meet you there.
Superhero costumes go with us?
Yes. Wear your costume Superheroes long.
I sensed that he wanted.
You’re going where?
– The air is very fresh tonight. – You know who the phone …
I know what to dlakukan.
Security card to you.
Please come this way.
Sir, are you a fan I weigh, I’m a fan … Right.
Shit.
I Love Superheroes!
I understand your struggle.
Winston Deavor. You can call me Wins.
It was very nice to meet you. Frozone!
– Elasticgirl. – Nice to meet you.
– Mr. lncredibles.- Halo.
~ Mr. lncredibles, lncredibles, catch criminals, pow pow!
~ Who’s the cat that got you …
~ When survived virtually no chance …
~ Frozone, Frozone.
~ Frozone!
Ya!
I will tell you about what all of this, and this is …
Oh, hello … Superhero. I am sorry…
– It’s strange sister, Evelyn. – I’m not weird, you do not need to be so, Winston.
Spectacular.
My father was very proud that I know you from afar.
He used to call you, the last defense.
He is a staunch supporter of you.
He donated on behalf of the Superhero.
To raise funds to build a statue in the park Dynaguy Avery.
He knew many Superhero personally.
Even installed a phone with a direct line to Gazerbeam and Bionic for emergencies.
She loved it. He showed it to everyone.
He was disappointed once when you are forced to go into hiding.
My father believed the world a dangerous place without you.
You know he’s right.
There was theft.
My dad called Gazerbeam, direct line …
No answer.
She called Bionic.
No answer.
Superheroes just become illegal.
The thief was seeing my dad called, and shot him.
So…
Definitely hard to …
Especially for the mother.
He died a few months later.
Broken hearted.
If Superheroes are not forced to hide this will never happen.
Or the father could take the mother to a secure room so knew there was a robbery.
I totally disagree, but we do not do it now.
The point is no one thought we could run the company my father.
And Evelyn as a designer, and myself as the operator …
Make us build Devtech become what it is today.
– the last communication company in the world. – Bigger than ever.
The right position to make justify the wrong thing.
Because it then there is this meeting.
Let me ask you guys something.
– What are the main causes you have to hide? – Ignorance.
Perception.
Take for example today with Underminer. A difficult situation.
You are faced with many difficult decisions.
So true.
I can not.
Because I do not see it.
Likewise with other people.
So when you guys fight bad guys like today …
people do not see fights or situations memukainya …
They see what is desired by politicians …
They see the destruction, and they see you.
So if you want people to change their perception about you guys the Heroes Super …
We need you to share you with the world’s perception.
How do we do it?
With the camera.
You share perceptions with the world.
How do we do it?
We put a small camera like that into your Super Hero costume.
Wow. Very small.
– And incredible shape. – Thank you.
I designed it myself.
We have the resources, lobbyists, connections across the world and a very important …
– Insurance. – Insurance is the key.
What we need now is Superhero.
That means three of you, come help me make Superhero legal again.
It sounds great, let’s get started, what our first task?
Enthusiastic was nice, keep it, but it’s our first step, Elasticgirl our hero.
Better than me?
Ya.
I mean, he’s great, really, but you know …
Do you know…
With all due respect, let’s not rush, insurance paid for everything.
It’s just the beginning, okay?
Wait, what say?
I’m a mess?
Evelyn analysis when you fight crime during the five years prior to hide.
Figures Elasticgirl can explain himself.
Gee was not a fair comparison.
All major problem, need big solutions.
Of course. We will solve all the problems together.
After a perfect launch with Elasticgirl.
– So, what do you think? – What do I think?
– I do not know. – What do you mean you do not know.
A few hours ago, you told us to be a super hero fantasy.
Now you get an offer of a lifetime and you do not know?
It’s not that easy, Bob. I do not want troublesome children.
– I also. – From prison, Bob.
How did you do it? By rejecting the opportunity to change it.
Forcing them off as they are?
What happens with who they are? They’re just kids.
Children with strength, which makes them super.
Between them they decided to use force or not.
– This is going to benefit them. – Listen, this is not a good time to go.
Dashiel have a problem with homework, Violet concerned with the man she loves.
– Tony. And Jack … – Jack? What is up with her?
Well, nothing wrong with it. But normal baby needs attention.
– I’m not sure I can go. – Of course you can go.
You have to, so I, we … Could stronger together again. So our children can have fun.
– So you have that option. – Well, yes. So I can have that choice.
And I will do a terrific job.
Although they say about me.
But they want you.
And you will be great. Actually.
That’s really bad. Why can not you …
That’s good to want the glory, you know. But…
What are the options? One, Lucius right, well paid,
rather than being in the motel, and the kids better, including our children.
Or second, I’m looking for a job within two weeks and return.
You know it’s crazy, is not it?
To help my family, I had to lie down on the shore, I must destroy …
– You will be enormous. – I know I would.
But what about you? We have children.
I’ll take care of children. No problem. Easy.
Easy, huh? You brag. If there are problems, I will cancel and go home.
You do not need to, I can, you just leave. Do it.
Just do it, I’ll give you a bear.
– It Deavor. – It Elastigirl, I agree.
Mr. Deavor, is unusual. But you are too generous.
Nonsense. This is at least what we can do.
We are now colleagues. Can not have my partner stayed at the motel.
– Whose house? A house? – It’s my house.
I have several. You live how long it takes.
I do not know what to say.
How to thank you?
– This is our new home? – I think so, take it easy, champ.
– It’s ours. – Yes.
– Mother. – Look at this place.
Deavor buy from certain kolongmerat who like to come and go.
Without visible, so this house has some hidden place.
Things you will not be exposed. With one unknown.
This house has a spacious yard.
– This … Is not it redundant. – Have the field.
– What do you prefer in the motel? – It’s a pool.
– What exactly is the mother’s new job? – Most importantly, we are out of the motel.
I love the new mother’s job.
Wow, look at the water feature.
to live please.
– Oh no! – Stop it.
– Watch out! – Dad!
Log in to the pool. No!
I, nothing …
Dark and antiques. I Elastigirl. I, you know …
– Flexible. I mean … No. – Are you designing this?
Of a man named Alexander Gawkin.
Glad it’s you, not me, because you will have to do with this record.
– What? – Elastigirl, the vehicle is in the garage. Evelyn
– Motor new Elastic. – Elasticycle? I do not know you have a motor.
Hey, I got a Mohawk. There’s a lot about me that you do not know.
Ya, Mohawk?
You did not miss anything.
– Oh, yes. This one electric. – What does it mean?
– Errors. Sorry. Should improve. – You will be enormous.
– I’ll be great. And you too. – We’ll both be great.
Goodbye My Love.
– Wait a minute, it Elastigirl? – Elastigirl.
Hei, Elastigirl.
Elastigirl tiba.
– You’re right on time. – It spins five times.
Look at it. New place. You want to make the company’s skyscrapers.
– You arrive in the city with the highest crime. – The strange thing, is not it? We’re talking about.
It’s like a playground superheroes.
Not much sugar in my custody.
– Where’s the mother? – He’s out. He was at his new job.
– Be a hero. – I think superheroes are still illegal.
They are illegal for now.
So mothers be paid for breaking the rules.
He did not violate … He was in Africa for a super hero.
– It’s a new job. – So, the mother went.
Illegally to tour why she should be illegal.
Hey Hey. Bus tiba.
Grab your things, Dash, go …
Put your homework on the bag.
Goodbye.
We will be fine. You do not ask the tough questions
Well, do not worry.
– What am I? – It’s weird. Many crimes.
True, you’re in the middle of the worst crime area of the city. It was perfect.
– This is a friend to play superheroes. – Friends playing superheroes, either.
No, when we were hiding. My husband always said alert.
Waiting for something to happen. And I’m angry with him for it.
– Uh, I almost forgot. Something happens. – The entire unit …
I get the conversation about the disorder at the opening ceremony.
– Interference or a threat? – Both.
– Case 54. Ordered. – A threat.
Perfect. 54, after him. Come on, come on.
Vio, I want you back here at 10:30.
– Oh, after that? Okay, 10:30. – Done. 10:30.
Enjoy her movies.
In the ninth meeting Ark is, cutter, the …
Everything is given to the loser sleep. Asleep.
What was discussed?
We will control the earth.
We can rule the world.
That’s not the way to calculate it, dad. It’s a way to do it.
I do not know how it is. Why did they change the math.
– It’s okay, dad. – That’s not math, it’s math.
I’ll wait for the mother to return.
What? He will not know more than me.
They called Linus.
Everything used, Turbor disturbed. While asleep, simply because they can not pursue.
Quasi asleep and snoring. Eyes are very heavy.
Surviving, in essence, everyone, everyone sitting in the hay.
Everyone was asleep, which they lack.
The mayor usually exaggerate about their city, and I’m no exception.
And I believe, you feel it.
Are you confident the police would be okay with this?
Of course, that’s the easy part.
They have not forgiven us have made their lives easier.
I know the police chief, it would not be a problem.
With all due respect. If you are alone, it would be different.
I’m just saying it.
And I must admit, to our incredible launch bullet train.
It will take you where you need to go, with extraordinary speed.
The future is open officially.
Wait, stop the car.
What?
The carriage drove in the wrong direction.
– It drove backwards. – I’m going after him.
The train was almost overtaken. 180 and still rising. How quickly created.
About 25 miles.
No one can stop this train and help.
It’s okay. Do not go.
What it Elastigirl?
Caution!
– Reset! – They block the system.
– We will fail to save. – Not enough time.
– Someone call? Who? – Hey, mom, I could not find socks,
And he could not find his toys. We’ll call you again.
– So, calm down. – Do not call your mother.
Allright darling. Can not talk right now. But check under your bed, right?
– How much time? – Approximately 2 minutes.
There is a shortcut, cut to the front end.
I do not know if I can catch him.
Come on!
What the hell?
Everything is alright? There are people injured? Are you alright?
Nice story better!
– Hi? Hi? – What happened?
Welcome back, Elastigirl. Rapta-pantallas.
– Honey, why are you? – Do not say anything.
– It’s dad. Are you alright? – I am fine.
– I do not want to talk about this. – You did not go?
– I do not want to talk about it. Father. – Oh dear.
Go away from here, not better. Leave me alone. Please.
That’s my brother, this burger.
I feel you are more mature, Roy.
Because you’re extraordinary.
Raise your hand, raise your hand. Put your hands behind your head.
You too, miss it. And come here.
Note the door.
And then I change …
Now.
I’m telling you now.
Come on!
No, no, no, no, no!
No!
No, no!
No, no, no! No, no! No, no!
You have the power! Yes! Baby, no injuries to you!
I thought you did not have, you have the power.
You can multiply and penetrate any hard.
Oh, my God.
– Hello. – Hi, dear. You’ll call me?
I’m fine, do not. I mean, yes, yes. I just … weird thing just happened in the yard.
– Sounded like he woke. – No, no, it’s just, Jack-Jack.
He was in an accident, I know. I’m home now. I know.
No, no, no. There are no accidents. Remained there, it is your mission.
And you never, should, should, what? You do not think I could do it?
I’m sorry, I was overcharged.
– What do you need me to go home? – No, no. No. I was able to.
– Everything is fine. – What happened to Jack-Jack.
– No, he helps all. – That’s good.
– What about Violet? Tonight, right? – Oh, yes. Yes. Good.
Everything was good, good. And Jack-Jack to sleep? Without any problems?
Okay, no problem.
And Dash finish homework?
– Everything is finished. – So it was not out of control when I go?
Exceptional as it looks, it’s nice. In fact.
How about you?
I think it’s incredible all!
That’s fantastic. The mayor stuck in the car …
In the opening ceremony, Elastigirl save the mayor …
Activated, bla-bla-bla … A few words and then the train began moving backwards,
– Then … – new car crash tragedy …
For Elastigirl, almost all superheroes.
Elastigirl…Elastigirl…
There were no casualties.
Using a motor …
And I pursue it, I tell dear, it was extraordinary.
That’s unusual, unfortunately. On the first night of yours, dear.
– I’m so proud of you. Very. – I’m proud of you, honey.
I know you want to get out there, and you will soon, either. You will be enormous.
I could not do it if you do not take very good experts.
– Thank you to handle everything. – It is nothing.
I love you, dear. I’ll be home soon.
– Sweet dream. – Sweet dreams, dear.
Oh, is completed. Please, dad. It is okay.
I’ll wait for the mother.
In secret, I know …
I can do the math.
Oh, not good at all.
Command weak, am I too weak?
It’s not my fault they changed the math.
Get up, baby.
I do not like to disturb your sleep.
Do you still want to continue to sleep?
You have to remember it all.
Calculate the formula correctly.
You understand? You’re terrific.
Oh. Hello.
Where is your house? I wrote a message in your locker.
With permanent ink.
Oh, what’s that?
– Did you forget? – Forget?
What?
That’s funny.
Very funny. Oh, what for a strange costume?
Because there is, I’m in a hurry …
and it was like Shakespeare, but not similar. The kids thought it was a super hero costume.
– Children love super heroes. – Yes.
You want to wear something, but too tight and could not.
Do I know you?
The topic of conversation these days is lncredibles.
Sorry, I do not really like to talk about it.
Maybe they did not.
I have not been putting on my face.
This is good, I train you on this momentum.
Get out and be yourself and answer appropriately.
Ms. Elastic Girl, they’re ready for you.
Hey, folding legs.
thanks.
– Hurry. – Wait … wow!
You are Elastic Girl! I’m shook hands.
Oh, I was so sad when you disappeared.
I’m glad you’re back!
With a great costume.
– It means a lot to me. – Good luck with your speech.
– I hope you’re at peace. – Of course. Opponent crime!
Okay.
Three, two …
For more than 15 years, superheroes in hiding.
Forced to do so, because they lost the support.
That may soon change due to the movement to restore superheroes.
Here was present heroes who save the train and with a new look.
Pahlawan super, Elastic Girl.
– Welcome. – Hello, Jed.
All the attention was focused on you.
Correct. Did you know?
Of course.
– Hello. – What do I get perhartianmu?
Ya, Jed.
Of course, I appeared on your screen.
Read the words to say on the other screen.
Screens are everywhere and we controlled all of it.
And display control myself.
Human control screen.
– Hey! – I who control everything.
Angry reactions that occur in front of you.
– What about him? – The signals are hijacked!
– I’m going to close it. – Do not look at the monitor.
I just hijack the signal, they are fine.
I’m still at the top, right, Elastic Girl?
– Whoa! – Where is the window …?
There.
– What happened? – That Elastic Girl!
What is he doing?
– What are you doing here? – This place is dangerous. Caution!
Follow them on!
Get away from there! I’m going to jump!
Stop it! That Elastic Girl.
I’m saving your town, Mom!
We are under attack! Protect minister!
– Open the door! – That’s dangerous!
You all, jump!
Caution!
We’re going to fall!
Are you okay, Mom?
I am alright…
Yours is not tasty cakes.
– Good morning. – You saw me in that costume …
and pretend to know me.
I was just trying to protect you.
She really see you there.
That’s up to you, I can not tell how many memories I have.
Someone knows the identity of your mother and me.
I see you! Did you tell them about Tony!
– Dear. – You’re ruining my life!
I hate super hero!
And I’m not going to wear it again!
I’ll tear it up!
What can I learn math?
It seems that yesterday’s incident was terrible … ” Elastic Girl save the minister. ”
there has been a strike yesterday to the minister.
What’s up now? Why abounded.
They came to offer support.
Support? Support for what?
Support to you.
Come on out, we all support you!
Hello! Is.
Oh, thank you very much.
Hello. What is written there?
Oh, I see you! Ellen Wood.
Oh, now you’re returning my calls about superheroes?
Oh, I have to call you back. My God, you’re great.
Hold all the phone for me.
Hey! It worked!
Hey, ministers make great speeches about super heroes today.
You saved a lot of lives and she is very happy.
Who would expect it? I got a lot of calls.
Increased media attention 720/0
The urge to legalize the super hero into a global movement!
I had big plans for the next.
We will hold a press conference at sea.
We will use the ship and sail the sea while …
It’s true. I’m happy.
I’m happy to have saved the lives of people and the minister proud of me.
And I’m glad you’re happy.
I heard that you were happy, but why I do not feel like it?
Because I did not catch it. He’s still out there.
All I did was follow the game and win in this round.
He will want it again and when he plays, he always wins!
One thing I learned in business that is sniffing flowers.
Everything is in bloom and where would you put on a stone nisanmu?
– He’s too worried? – OK.
Stop talking. Show him.
Wow.
Wow! Elastic Girl. You are here.
– Hello. – I do not know what … wow!
Come on, you can do it.
Hi! My name is Void,
I just want to thank you for being you.
And I … I really want to … Okay.
This is my abilities.
– Yes. – I am amazed.
That’s very interdimensi.
I used were exiles. Previous.
But now, for you to be yourself. I feel…
I am so glad.
I bring it here, they are hiding.
Their strength, the secret identity, all transferred.
A pleasure to meet. I always thought the greatest.
Well, thank cation. You are so kind.
– I’m the Brick. – Nice to meet you, Brick.
– Where do you come from? – Winsconsin.
Oh, I think your strength is …
You know, dropping objects electricity.
Assemble and unleash the power of lightning.
I Reflux. I can be anything you decide.
I know you’re very excited.
– Just say it. – Oh, I’m not busy.
Forget it.
Yes, it was amazing. Come back.
So…
Well, congratulations on this great day.
Good night all. See you tomorrow.
would have been nice.
– You’re wearing the pants in this time? – Of course.
Well, it’s been a while since you did …
and even then you are under its shadow.
Yes, I feel differently.
I did not mean it. You’re very successful and you’re the star.
But you have to talk about it. This is your house.
– You need to fix your attitude. – What are you doing?
– You’re not better. – I do not want his work.
I can not do that to you.
I’m asking you, the rooms where the most intense?
You never entered, it must be clean.
Beautiful scenery?
That will affect turnover as more and more buyers.
Whatever you are selling nothing. Who penging what people buy?
It’s true. If I find the origin of the universe.
My sister will look for ways to approach it. Perhaps with foot massage.
So, what do they say?
They will tell you to get ready.
They will wait for permission and the preceding first.
– Looks like it was my brother. – What?
You sound like my brother.
Well, he’s not wrong. We’re not going to get a reaction.
– I know how! – My older brother?
What? Not! The movement!
Send him a message and I’ll try to track it.
How fast can you get to the airport?
– OK. – We should get out of this town.
I will be prepared tomorrow morning at 5.
Insert it into the television. Jed!
I will make my brother do a live broadcast tomorrow …
with a news event!
– We’ll trap her! – He will not tell!
Movement of the hero will succeed!
Tonight!
– Who is this? – Yeah, hey Rick.
Do you remember the child who never told you?
Yes, what is up? He’s a good kid.
Well, he also deals with my daughter.
Actually you harm my daughter.
Oh, shit. I did not know about that.
Rick, you have to help.
Violet hates me, you and superheroes.
I have to fix this. What do you know about Tony?
Not much. Looks like he’s a good kid.
She loves music and sports. His parents happy.
These children work part-time.
Of Happy Platter?
Why are we the way here and eat at Happy Platter?
We would like to reserve a table is there.
Near the plant. Nice is not, close the plant.
This place does not look so fun.
The place is rather dull.
Boring.
I thought you wanted to change our course.
– I like the food was outstanding. – That’s not good.
That all diet foods and all vegetables.
Good evening, everybody.
– What is wrong with you? – Do not you anything?
– Let me help you … – He was surprised.
Normally she was never like that.
– Do you want water, sir? – Yes.
A glass of water. This is my daughter, you know him?
– Halo.- Violet.
Halo, Violet.
Hey, say hi to the …
– Do not be too pushy, father. – How are you?
Halo.
This drink is delicious.
– Water What is this? – I do not know, the tap water.
– Very delicious. – Extraordinary.
Nice to meet you.
Where is he going?
Finding a place to go berserk?
Hi, we will conduct a special interview with Elastic Girl.
How are you, Jed? Do not you anything?
I am fine. Doctors have examined me.
I do not remember what happened.
I must tell you, strange to experience the event.
I do not remember.
I ask that everyone not to worry.
Where are you now?
I was in a cave that is very safe.
I want to talk to you, starting with a rescue train recording.
This is the original footage of the action beranimu.
We have to save him before the train crashed!
25 miles away. Guavaberry
I will do an important announcement at this event.
– He knows. – The mechanism worked.
– No need to look for the source. – Gotcha!
You will not be able to find it. I could not be found.
And when you are aware, I’ve been in a place far away.
Superheroes are creatures who must be destroyed.
They do not show their real face.
They’re just pretending to be a hero,
every action they do to deceive you.
All their crimes hidden behind their masks.
As the disease in the human body.
You think they protect you, in fact you have been made weak.
I tell this so their cover blown.
And everything can be saved from their deceit.
The existing system has made a big mistake.
Destroy all of the existing system and try to stop me.
You’re no longer in control. I who control everything.
I see you.
Sorry!
What happened?
You ruined my proof!
What is this? What do I do?
– You can not do this! – Right, just blame the system!
Jebakanmu succeed, you’re a genius.
Oh, come on. I’m just a genius behind the genius.
The latest news today …
Dad, what we will do this formula?
Come ask me.
Do not you … Are not you tired?
Now we have to learn more.
A car driven by a super hero.
I bought it when the auction.
They said the car was destroyed.
Hey, the car in good condition.
You used to have that car?
They said the car was destroyed.
This famous car will be auctioned.
That is … That’s my car!
You’re going to fill it with advanced equipment.
– Is it true? – I like this car.
But it will take a long time.
Wow! His car is on fire!
Hah?
What are you doing? It’s not a toy!
That is the rocket launcher!
Wait, we have to launch a rocket.
Hey, it’s not your car.
It’s also not a car.
That’s my car. That’s mine.
Why is that person who has it?
– He does not have it. – Launch a rocket.
Launch rocket!
We’re not going to launch anything.
Do you think I want them to come to me now, when I try to not …
distract.
Shit.
So you’re not going to steal your car back?
Jack-Jack has the power?
– Correct. – You know about this?
– Yes. – Why did not you tell us?
– I know. – We are your children. We are entitled to know.
– You tell mom? – No.
– Why not? – Your mother was not happy to hear it.
Why are we not going to tell her?
– What? – Because, it can not.
– Come on, man. – Why?
– Because … – Really not cool.
Because I’m thinking about it. Okay?
I accepted the information and are currently processing it.
I tried to fix it and try to prevent the baby into a flaming monster.
How do I do that?
By accepting all the mischief, okay?
Because I’m Mr. lncredible, not Mr. Soap, or Mr. Milk.
Mr. lncredible.
Gosh.
No, I can handle it. There’s no way I’m going to …
I will contact Lucius.
Look normal to me. Since when did this happen?
Since Helen got the job.
I assume he knows it.
Are you kidding? I could not tell him about this.
Not as long as he did the work of heroes.
LBU.
I must succeed so that he could succeed.
For us to succeed.
I understand, Bob. I understand.
When was the last time you slept?
No need to be exaggerated. I can handle this.
So…
then you okay?
You can overcome this situation, is not it?
What …
Okay, time for cake.
Delicious cake.
Cake.
– You can not … – Cake …
He had just …
Coming from another dimension. Correct.
It was really creepy. And it was not …
Not good. I know.
Power will increase. And we can not control it.
So, what … what do you succeed?
Yes. You think so, do not you?
Obviously, I can not keep giving her cakes.
But if I stop …
I can not bite. I can not bite.
All right.
I think I need time for myself.
Then I’ll be able to finish this.
You need more than just that, Bob.
You need plenty of time to finish this. Starting from this weird super baby.
You need to start thinking about something unusual.
You dare to appear in front of me like that without cleaning it first?
Clean yourself.
Bob, are you bringing anyone?
Only the baby alone.
I took my baby.
Really unusual.
You look absolutely terrible.
I ruined my car.
Then he hit me, and now he’s changing.
I do not know what else to do.
I’m really tired.
If done correctly, being a parent is a heroic act.
If done properly.
And fortunately, you know me.
If you do not come to me, then you will be destroyed.
I’ve been designing clothes the hero, for your son.
Actually it was for Jack-Jack.
You also want me to make clothes for the baby?
I would not regard this as one of the emergency.
Well, you’ll never know until I left it here for a while.
Leave it? Here?
I’m not a babysitter. I’m an artist.
I’m good at making clothes.
Did you see this?
Gosh.
Ya.
Glad you came to this heavy task, because I like to challenge myself.
And I’ll take care of it properly, so you will see the changes later.
Edna become parents?
Attention, attention.
I want to thank all the people who have come here tonight …
in order to support these heroes and encourage them to return to society.
You who make all of this happen.
While I only intercede you desire to achieve this.
I think of him as someone special.
You love it, you miss him.
Meet Elastigirl.
Go on up here.
Better yet, show yourself here.
I want you to have this.
A keepsake.
Thank you, Winston, Evelyn, and all the people who are here.
I’m flattered.
And to all of you. It’s thanks to you guys.
We only had a short time, which makes me want to announce something important.
Just now, the World Meeting led by hundreds of world leaders agreeing to be a hero …
reappear.
Look, all leaders on this earth are to hold a meeting on the ship.
If you permit, we would attend.
As …
There is something to ask of you first.
How can you split time between being a hero and an ordinary person?
Oh, could you briefly delay?
Yes, see you again.
– Hey, baby. – Hey.
– Where is Jack-Jack? – He’s staying at home …
– Edna become a nanny? – True.
And you do not object to this?
Yes. I do not mind.
I want to tell you something.
Sorry about Tommy.
I do not think to erase his memory, you will pay the consequence …
of choices you never do. That’s not fair.
I know.
And then I made it worse in the restaurant with trying to …
Whatever it is, whatever it is …
Forgive me.
I always knew what the right thing to do.
But now, I’m not sure anymore.
I just want to be …
a good father.
You’re not a good father.
You’re a super dad.
What heroes are allowed to drink while on duty?
I’m not on duty. Just ignore this costume.
I knew I should be up there, but I do not really like crowds.
You must be alone to keep the spirit. I know I am.
You’re running from?
Well, you know, a problem the company.
But mostly my brother.
But you love him. You guys are the motor of this company. Yin and Yang.
Correct. I know it. He was great with communication.
Make them happy, welcome them, listen to what they want.
I never know what people want.
What do you want them?
Ease. People will redeem quality with ease, every time.
That might not be bad, but hey, it’s easy.
I have no idea.
– You got a problem? – Yes, there is something.
That’s too easy.
It’s too easy?
– Anything?
What is that?
One monitor that it is a camera flashes.
Is not closed bersirkuit camera?
– Correct. – If so, how do they have it?
Maybe they meretasnya.
So security is really sophisticated, but the door was only locked simple?
Maybe he wants you to know.
He wants to get caught?
– He wants you to win. – That’s absurd.
He’s an intelligent man. There was no way he was not aware of such technology.
He’s smart enough to do something with it.
People that we put people in jail is not arbitrary.
So? I see him as a loser
Look, you win. You’ve got …
Wait!
He must do to hypnotize someone
is to make their eyes fixed on the screen.
But what if the screen did not look like a screen?
What if…
He only person controlled by a person who is behind the scenes?
You are right.
I say let you sleep is a good thing.
Over the past 17 hours.
How do you feel?
Super.
I can not express how much I mernghargai Jack-Jack you cared for me, E.
Yes, I believe gratitude is very able to accept.
Do not ever ask me to do it again, my schedule is really solid.
I am kidding. I’m happy with it. I love your son.
Most of thy evil. As babies in general, he has unlimited potential.
As you know, this young man has so much expertise.
They, dear?
I understand the lack of sleep you can not judge something well.
That could be anything. And your son is the same.
Really has unlimited power potential.
I’ve made something for him.
You put him in …
In a special room. Look what happened. And all would be fine.
– your challenge is to make the baby can control his power. – More or less.
I’ve worked in the field of music, and I know the baby responded to it well.
Mainly Mozart.
I make a special outfit for her.
And with this tablet you can monitor your baby.
Jeez … what did he do?
Well, this is Mozart. Just accept it. The important thing you can monitor and anticipate changes.
Oh no. I had to take the cake.
Needless cake. I learned overnight. If he did not get a cake he would turn out to be evil.
Threatening danger. What does it mean?
This means that fire. I suggest you put out the fire.
And the use of other foods to disable it.
Delicious and can be eaten.
That’s helpful.
Although I have to admit this is the greatest accomplishments overnight.
The tool has many functions we need to talk.
Thanks again, E. For everything.
How much do I owe you?
Stop basimu ado. The pay is that I will be forever on the family’s clothes designer
until the end of time. But being a baby sitter, I do it for free.
I already know taunting to extend your hand.
Temperatures around here a little bit cold.
Try to lengthen your arms, you will be destroyed.
So you’re Screenslaver?
True. And it’s not.
Just tell me who created it. And spreading his message.
What Winston knows?
That I’m the Screenslaver? Certainly not.
Can you imagine what they would do with technology hipnotisku?
Worship what you do.
Hey, I’m using the technology to destroy the confidence of people.
As I take advantage of a super hero.
Who I was put into prison?
Only a courier. Useless. Aimless life.
I must say I give you a good role.
What does not make you disturbed an innocent man go to jail because of you?
He’s a fool.
And he is stiff.
I trust you.
That is where you failed.
– What? – Why do you believe me?
Because I lend you bike?
Since my sister made a theme song for you?
We do not know each other.
But you can trust me.
It should be, is not it? Because you have the strength, and lavish costumes.
And we have to rely on and trust.
That’s what my father believed.
When our house was robbed.
My mother wanted to hide. He begged my father to open the hidden room.
But my father insisted to call a friend of his hero.
He’s dead. By useless.
Foolishly.
Waiting for the hero to save us.
But why … your sister …
He was a child.
He remembers the days in which we have a hero.
So, like a child, Winston still stupid.
Mom and Dad ran for the heroes escape.
And we have to surrender to hang our fate in the hands of others.
Heroes make us weak.
What are you going to kill me?
No.
Using you still better.
You’re going to help to make it illegal hero forever.
Ready?
Mata laser.
Stop.
That’s not how. Look at this.
Jack-Jack, are you ready?
Do not make this baby shot in the house. Do you understand?
It is interesting.
We’re going to teach him how to control his power. Okay?
Display screen.
He disappeares.
That’s really cool.
All right, good. Use it. Use. Press.
You see the radar, its shape. That office. Use it to track him down, so where is he?
There.
OK. Exit. Time for cake.
– Jack-Jack. – Keren.
– Hello? – Elastigirl in trouble.
What? What happened to him?
Sorry, to tell you over the phone. Meet me on the plane Devtech.
Devtech plane. I would arrive in 15 minutes.
Lucius. Bob. Helen in trouble. I need someone to look after the children.
– Wear your costume. It would be strange. – I’ll get there. 15 minutes.
I have to go. I’ll be home soon. Lucius will arrive here.
Do not make him shoot in the house. Okay?
What happened with the plane in Devtech? And why are you wearing your super?
What is a super mom clothes?
He may need it. You never know.
What happened?
I do not know. But Father Lucius after getting the phone call about the mother and then go
I thought you did not like to be a superhero.
Yes, but I have to help my family. Wear.
Hello, little friend.
You are not safe.
Deborah sent us to take you.
Well, the father had just told me to keep them.
Because these children are safe.
I understand, it is sometimes confusing.
Go. You understand, right, Miss …
Voyd.
Ninth Voyd.
Good night.
Happily, he asked us to take you too.
As …
That will not hold them for long.
Quick save yourselves.
Come on!
To my car!
Vi, what happened?
It works.
lncredibile open the door.
Step into.
Turn on the navigation system.
– Frog fire. – Jack Rubber.
No.
We must flee.
– What news? – Good news and bad news.
We find him, physically well but she was not aware of.
Strange house.
Helen.
Helen, what are you …
Helen, it’s me.
lncredibile spinning.
We could not go, they all wear glasses.
They are under the influence of a person.
But how can we restore them?
Okay, the man was eyeing us, but with our power, this car …
Quiet.
lncredibile continue the journey.
The boy fled but we caught Bob Parr.
Take him to the ship immediately.
We miss.
Ah, if lncredibile has fashion boat.
What are you doing?
– What are you doing? – I do nothing sodium absorption ratio.
He does what I say.
– We did not plan this, Ralph. – What do you mean? We are here, right?
Yes, we are here. We should be up there.
Okay, the ejection seat lncredibile.
What? No.
– Do not! – We go.
Come on.
Hello, glad you could come. Welcome aboard.
– Where’s our star, the show was about to begin. – He can not appear.
He will join another time.
The attention of the audience.
This ship is the largest ship on the planet.
So, hold onto something because we will be moving quickly.
We must look for mom and dad. Stay here, I’ll look for them.
Wait, who will oversee the back here?
Face it, I will not be long.
Wait! Wait!
This is important, they are in trouble, his fate is in our hands.
Understand?
Make her laugh but do not be noisy.
Jack-Jack.
Jack-Jack.
– Jack-Jack. – They know we are here.
I found my father and mother … Where is Jack-Jack?
What? Your job is only one.
Tracker. Use the tracer.
– He’s up? – Is he moving?
Let’s go.
Hey, little baby. You are very…
And here’s their … our super hero.
I told you they would be fine.
Hey, what do you make new glasses?
Yes, fashionable, good, right?
Simple and all can wear … and we are airborne in …
3, 2, 1.
This is a historical moment, we will all soon witness a very rare thing.
We agree with the outside world.
We agree to correct bad decisions
to ensure outstanding member of the gifted
will be treated fairly, inviting them once again,
so that they are beneficial to the world.
You all represent a commitment to superheroes.
Ambassador Salomon.
Yes, the harder she can not hear you.
– Thank you very much. – Thanks ambassador
to support krusialmu.
No more than you deserve for the first signature
in the Charter of the International Super Hero.
My goodness!
Put out the fire.
He is coming.
Is he okay?
I told you to take care of today …
No!
Give it to me cake.
Cake again?
– See you later. – Get back!
– Damn. – Through this way.
Once again the world is becoming a super back.
Looking ahead, come on. Next to everything.
March. Come on, line up.
Everything smile.
Continue Phase 2.
You always made it difficult, just to tidy up your carelessness.
Your body is weak, and you will receive a reward for it.
We no longer serve you. We only serve ourselves.
We wish the best survived.
That scene is very harmonious one.
And before advertising, be careful.
– Emergency … – Let him call.
Superheroes take over the bridge by force.
– Repeat. – Now!
A little more … stop.
What? Baby?
mother and father.
Jack-like, no!
Super baby? No, no.
No, no! Put him down.
Mother. Catch this.
No!
– Hey, it’s me. – Yes, that’s what I thought last time.
You come for us?
– Do not be angry. – Oh dear.
How can I do that?
I am proud.
Not intend to ruin the atmosphere, but we are no where?
– What is the problem Devtech? – Evelyn Deavor, controlling …
we.
– Where the wheel? – Did I do that?
Seragammu.GuavaBerry
Capture.
Phase 3, continue phase 3.
Why are children here? Do not you go home?
I went to the house, just ask them.
He’s lying.
Okay, you should not …
Caution!
– Jack-Jack, had the power? – We’ll talk later.
Mata laser.
Come on follow me.
– We’re done? – You’ll be safe here.
Secure? Safe from what?
– Diplomats, superheroes … – They hypnotized.
What have you done?
Evelyn, he fled.
– Well, go after him. Complete your mission. – I can not just leave.
How are the kids? Jack-Jack?
Go, we can handle this.
Voyd, come with me.
– I’m going to turn off the engine. – I’m going to slow down the boat.
Wait, where the gun?
Sitting now!
– For the sake of good. – No!
thanks.
– What is your plan? – Take me to the top of the jet.
Hey, you do this. Can you do it again?
– Do you want me back? – What?
– Can not do that? – No, I do not Protects crushed crusher.
Entry into the engine room. Forget, not enough time.
When you were asked to return to normal, what are you doing?
Welcome to the airlines Elastigirl, we reached cruising altitude.
For the sake of your safety wear seat belts, or silent and calm.
It’s all about you.
– I can not enter the engine room. – We have to do something.
I’ve tried to slow down but to no avail.
Hey, how about reversing the boat?
That’s not a good idea.
– That means, we will be outside. – Yes!
If we put the brakes on the reef and change kincirnya we can keep the ship from the city.
– It might work. – I’ll divert the ship,
– you bend kincirnya. – Using the stairs?
It was under water, how? Oh, unbelievable.
– Come on, kids. – Dad!
I know this will work, but if it did not work when we crash,
shield will protect this ship.
I have to live here, along with Jack-Jack.
That’s just my daughter.
Come on, steered to the right.
You know what’s bad?
The work is not recognized in your life, by your good friend.
I wish I had …
that ability.
The latest news, still no radio contact
The boat had changed direction and headed for the city at high speed.
Hear.
– After I turn this boat, you press the button. – Okay, dad.
Now drop anchor …
Reputation as a super hero is destroyed.
You’ll never be legal.
Never?
No.
– At all? – No.
Not at all?
Hypoxia, lack of oxygen in your brain.
You will feel weak and then you will die.
– I do not want to die. – No one wants to die.
Seriously?
Pity you.
Everything, we have to go to the back of the boat. Superheroes protect the ambassador.
Go!
He spent too long in the water.
– Pull him. – Wait, is too early.
– He’s going to die. – Patience!
The ship turned. It worked.
– Now! – Ralph, now!
Let’s open the parachute.
Open the chute.
Helen, use a parachute.
We’re going to die!
I missed the first drama Jack-Jack?
Actually, you missed the first 17 years.
The fact you saved me does not make you right.
– But, that keep you alive. – And I’m grateful for that.
Sorry, but what I know you?
Sorry, he will not accept to be treated like that again.
First of all, Violet I like you.
And who knows the future? But I have a good feeling with you all.
A good feeling?
What should we worry?
You must.
I see what you did before, it was incredible.
And not everyone can do it.
My favorite car.
On extraordinary services they have done
With this super hero status restated legal.
– You do not know, right? – No, wait …
– What do you girls who wear the mask? – I’m Violet.
I’m Tony.
– Tony, this is my mother. – Nice to meet you.
– It’s my father. – We never met.
– This is embarrassing … my brother Dash. – I’m short.
And baby Jack-Jack. I tried to reduce so one parent.
We’re all going to watch a movie, honey.
Too early, we decided on the theater. Not like that?
He jokes, they just drove us to the theater. They have other business.
So, I think you guys close.
– I guess. – We can get closer.
Let us out.
Sorry, Tony. Buy popcorn, find a chair for me.
I was back before the preview ends.
Do more shad
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I think, i wanna play “smash”
Little bro should fuck his trap bro, that will magnificent ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Pls make more
(PUT ON YOUR
SUNDAY CLOTHES PLAYING)
# Out there
There’s a world outside of Yonkers #
# Way out there
beyond this hick town, Barnaby #
# There’s a slick town, Barnaby #
# There’s a slick town, Barnaby #
# Out there
Full of shine and full of sparkle #
# Close your eyes
and see it glisten, Barnaby #
# Listen, Barnaby #
# Put on your Sunday clothes
There’s lots of world out there #
# Get out the brilliantine
and dime cigars #
# We’re gonna find adventure
in the evening air #
# Girls in white in a perfumed night #
# Where the lights are
bright as the stars #
# Put on your Sunday clothes
We’re gonna ride through town #
# In one of those new
horsedrawn open cars #
# We’ll see the shows at Delmonico’s #
# And we’ll close the town in a whirl #
# And we won’t come home
until we’ve kissed a girl #
(WIND HOWLING)
# … ride through town #
# In one of those new
horsedrawn open cars #
# We’ll see the shows
at Delmonico’s… #
# And we won’t come home
until we’ve kissed a girl #
(MUSIC CON TINUES)
(WHIRRING)
(BEEPS)
(CHIRPING)
(MUSIC CON TINUES)
Oh!
(GRUNTING)
(EX CLAIMS)
(EX CLAIMS CURIOUSLY)
(MUSIC STOPS)
(WHISTLES)
(CHIRPS)
(SHUDDERING)
Huh.
(JIN GLE PLA YIN G ON P.A.)
# Buy N Large is your superstore #
# We got all you need
and so much more #
(CHATTERING)
(COCKROACH SQUEAKING)
(WALL-E SQUAWKS)
(COCKROACH SQUEAKING HAPPILY)
MALE VOICE: Too much garbage
in your face?
There’s plenty of space out in space!
BNL star liners leaving each day.
We’ll clean up the mess
while you’re away!
The jewel of the BNL fleet, the Axiom.
Spend your five-year cruise in style,
waited on 24 hours a day
by our fully automated crew,
while your captain and autopilot
chart a course for nonstop
entertainment, fine dining,
and with our all-access hoverchairs,
even Grandma can join the fun.
There’s no need to walk.
The Axiom.
Putting the star in executive star liner.
Because at BNL,
space is the final fun-tier!
(S TA TIC BUZZIN G)
(MOTOR WHIRRING)
(HUMMING CHEERFULLY)
(WALL-E WHISTLES)
(PUT ON YO UR
SUNDA Y CLO THES PLAYING)
# No Monday in your Sunday #
# No Monday in your
Sunday clothes #
(HUMMING)
# Put on your Sunday clothes
when you feel down and out #
# Strut down the street
and have your picture took #
# Dressed like a dream
Your spirits seem to turn about #
# That Sunday shine is a certain sign #
Oh-ho!
# That you feel as fine as you look #
(IT ONLY TAKES
A MO MEN T PLAYING)
# And we’ll recall #
Wow!
# When time runs out #
Ahh.
Whoa.
# That it only #
# took a moment #
# to be loved #
# a whole life #
# long #
(RATTLING)
(WIND HOWLING)
(IT ONLY TAKES
A MO MEN T PLAYING)
# And that is all #
# that love’s about #
(ALARM SOUNDING)
Uh-oh.
(WARBLES)
Oh…
(MOTOR WHIRRING)
(WHISTLES)
(SQUEAKS)
(MOTOR WHIRRING)
(SQUEAKING)
# … a moment #
(SIGHING)
# to be loved #
# a whole life #
(METALLIC CREAKING)
# long #
(BEEPING)
(WALL-E GROANING)
(WALL-E GROANING)
(GROANING)
(CLANGING)
(GROANS)
(CLANKS)
(MUTTERING)
(MOANING)
(BEEPING)
(ELECTRONIC BELL CHIMING)
(WHIRRING)
(SKITTERING)
(COCKROACH SQUEAKING)
(SIGHS CONTENTEDLY)
(SQUELCHES)
(SCREAMS)
Aw!
(WALL-E EXHALES IN RELIEF)
(SHUDDERING)
(WHISTLING)
Whoa!
(SQUEAKS)
(KE YS RATTLING)
(CAR ALARM CHIRPS)
(GRUNTING)
(WHISTLES)
Whoa.
Ooh!
(SCREAMING)
(CLANGS)
(KNOCKING)
Ooh!
(CHIRPS)
(WHISTLES)
(BLEEPS)
Huh?
Whoa!
(BLEEPS)
Ha!
(EX CLAIMS)
(GRUNTS)
Aha!
Uh…
(SHIP RUMBLING)
(WARBLING IN CONFUSION)
(YELPS)
(SCREAMING)
(WALL-E SCREAMING)
(ENGINES POWERING DOWN)
(SHUDDERING)
(GRUNTS)
(SHUDDERING)
(WHOOSHING)
(EX CLAIMS)
(PANICKING)
(SCREAMS)
(DESCENDING WHOOSH)
(METALLIC CLANGING)
(ELECTRONIC WARBLING)
(WHINING)
Whoa!
(BEEPING)
(BUZZES)
(CLANGING)
(WALL-E YELPS SOFTLY)
(ENGINES POWERING UP)
(RUMBLING)
(SHUDDERING)
(EVE BEEPING)
(BEEPING)
Whoa!
(ZIPPING)
(WHISTLES APPRECIATIVELY)
(SONIC BOOM)
(COOING)
(EX CLAIMS)
(COCKROACH SQUEAKS)
(RUMBLING)
(WEAPON DRONING)
(CHATTERING IN FEAR)
(BEEPING)
(ELECTRONIC SCANNING)
(BEEPS)
(BEEPING)
(COCKROACH CHIRPS)
(WALL-E EX CLAIMS WORRIEDLY)
(SHUDDERING)
(EX CLAIMS)
(SQUEAKS)
EVE: Ooh!
(GASPS)
(LAUGHING)
(CHUCKLES)
(WALL-E SCREAMING IN ALARM)
Who are you?
(WALL-E SHUDDERING)
EVE: Who are you?
Who are you?
(COCKROACH SQUEAKING)
(BEEPING)
(BUZZES)
(SIGHS)
(LA VIE EN ROSE PLAYING)
(SCANNING AND BEEPING)
(WALL-E SCREAMS)
(EX CLAIMS)
(YELPING)
(SCREAMING)
# Hold me close and hold me fast #
# The magic spell you cast #
# This is la vie en rose #
(EVE EX CLAIMS)
# When you kiss me heaven sighs #
# And though I close my eyes #
# I see la vie en rose #
WALL-E: Whoa!
(CLATTERING)
# When you press me to your heart #
(SCURRYING)
# I’m in a world apart #
# A world where roses bloom #
# And when you speak
Angels sing from above #
# Everyday words seem
to turn into love songs #
(EX CLAIMS)
Hmm.
(SIGHS DISAPPOINTEDLY)
(YELPS)
(BUZZES)
(BUZZES)
(EVE GRUMBLING)
(BUZZES ANGRILY)
(BUZZES ANGRILY)
(BUZZES ANGRILY)
Uh-oh.
(STRAINING)
(GRUNTS IN FRUSTRATION)
(DISTANT EXPLOSIONS)
(WALL-E WHISTLING CASUALLY)
(WHISTLING CASUALLY)
(CLEARS THROAT)
(EVE SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY)
(WALL-E WHISTLES)
(EVE INQUIRING IN
FOREIGN LANGUAGES)
WALL-E: Huh?
(EVE INQUIRING
IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
EVE: Directive?
Oh!
EVE: Directive?
(WALL-E TITTERING)
(SHUDDERING)
WALL-E: Ta-da!
EVE: Ooh!
– (ENUNCIATING) Directive?
– Directive?
Classified.
Oh.
EVE: Name?
(HESITANTLY)
(STAMMERS)
WALL-E.
WALL-E.
(SIGHS)
WALL-E.
(GIGGLES)
EVE.
(STRUGGLING)
EVE.
E… Ah!
“EVE. EVE.”
EVE.
(LAUGHING)
WALL-E: EVE.
EVE: “EVE.”
(ALARM SOUNDING)
WALL-E: EVE…
EVE! EVE! EVE!
(SCREAMS)
WALL-E! WALL-E!
(WIND ROARING)
(SNEEZES)
(SIGHS)
Oh.
EVE.
(WALL-E WHISTLES)
(WALL-E HUMMING SOFTLY)
(WALL-E HUMMING SOFTLY)
(SQUEAKING)
Ooh!
(DON’T WORRY, BE HAPPY PLAYING)
# Here is a little song I wrote #
(EX CLAIMS)
# … note for note
Don’t worry #
(WALL-E EX CLAIMS)
# Be happy #
(WALL-E WHISTLES)
(EX CLAIMS ENTHUSIASTICALLY)
Here.
(GASPS)
(EVE WARBLES)
WALL-E: Look.
(POPPING)
Pop.
You pop.
(POPS)
(EVE GIGGLES)
(WALL-E WHISTLES)
(POPPING RAPIDLY)
EVE: Ooh!
(WHISTLES)
(BOTH EX CLAIM)
EVE: Oops.
(WALL-E SCREAMS)
(MUTTERING NERVOUSLY)
(GROANING IN CONCERN)
(S TA TIC BUZZIN G)
(PUT ON YO UR SUNDA Y CLO THES
PLAYING)
# Monday in your Sunday #
EVE: Ooh!
# No Monday in your Sunday clothes #
# Put on your Sunday clothes
when you feel down and out #
(WALL-E HUMMING ALONG)
# Strut down the street
and have your picture took #
# Dressed like a dream
Your spirits seem to turn about #
# That Sunday shine is a certain sign #
# That you feel as fine as you look #
(WALL-E BECKONS)
# … new down to your toes #
# Get out your feathers
Your patent leathers #
(WALL-E HUMMING)
# Your beads and buckles and bows #
(EX CLAIMING IN GROWING ALARM)
(CRASHING)
(WALL-E GRUNTS)
WALL-E?
(GROANS)
(GROANING)
(WARBLES IN CONCERN)
WALL-E: Whoa! Uh-oh!
Whoa!
Uh…
(WALL-E MUTTERING)
(GRUNTS)
Ha!
(EVE WARBLES)
Ooh!
WALL-E: (IN AWE) Oh!
(IT ONLY TAKES
A MO MEN T PLAYING)
# And that is all #
# that love’s about #
# And we’ll recall #
# When time runs out #
# That it only #
(WALL-E WARBLES)
EVE: Ooh!
# took a moment #
# to be loved #
EVE!
# a whole life #
# long #
(EX CLAIMS)
(GIGGLES)
Hmm?
Ooh!
(BEEPING)
(BLEEPING)
(ENGINES POWERING UP)
(WALL-E SHUDDERING)
(STEAD Y PULSING)
WALL-E: Whoa.
EVE.
EVE?
(EX CLAIMS SOFTLY)
EVE!
EVE!
(INSISTENTLY) EVE!
(MACHINERY WHIRRING)
(RUMBLING)
(THUNDER CRASHING)
WALL-E: Whoa!
(WALL-E SCREAMING)
(SQUEAKS)
(SIGHS)
Ah!
(GRUNTING)
(GLASS SHATTERS)
(GAME BEEPIN G)
(SIGHS)
(SIGHS)
(COCKROACH SQUEAKING)
(WIND GUSTS)
Uh-oh.
(RUMBLING)
(GASPS)
(WALL-E CHATTERING)
(COCKROACH CHATTERING)
EVE!
EVE!
EVE!
(WALL-E YELLING)
EVE!
No!
(CHATTERING)
Whoa!
(EX CLAIMS)
(SQUEAKS)
(YELPS)
(EX CLAIMING IN ALARM)
(RUMBLING)
(ENGINES FIRING)
EVE.
(YELPS)
Whoa!
(WALL-E SCREAMING)
(SQUEAKING)
Oh! Uh-oh.
(EX CLAIMS SOFTLY IN WONDER)
Oh!
EVE.
(WALL-E SIGHS)
(POWERING UP)
(EX CLAIMS IN AWE)
(IN WONDERMENT) Whoa!
(GASPS)
(IN ASTONISHMENT) Whoa!
(EX CLAIMING)
(ALARMS BLARING)
(WHOOSHING)
EVE.
Oh!
(BEEPS)
(M-O WARBLING)
(M-O WARBLES)
(BEEPS)
(WARBLES)
M-O: Foreign contaminant.
Oh!
Oh!
Uh-oh.
(MECHANICAL WHIRRING)
M-O: Foreign contaminant.
WALL-E: Whoa!
(YELPS IN SURPRISE)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
M-O: Huh?
(MECHANICAL BUZZING)
(EX CLAIMS)
(GROANS)
(CHATTERING)
(ALARM BLARING)
(BLEEPING)
(BUZZING)
(CHATTERS INQUIRINGLY)
(WALL-E BEEPS)
(M-O CHATTERING ANGRILY)
(M-O BUZZING)
(M-O SCREAMS IN FRUSTRATION)
(SIREN WAILING)
(M-O YELPS)
(BEEPING)
(CONFUSED BEEP)
(BEEPING)
(ALARM BLARING)
(BEEPING)
(SIREN WAILING)
(EX CLAIMS)
EVE!
Huh?
(WARBLES IN CONFUSION)
Foreign contaminant.
(CHATTERING IN CONFUSION)
(BLEEPING)
(BUZZES)
(EX CLAIMING)
(WARBLING)
EVE.
(DOORS OPENING)
(MACHINERY DRONING)
(EX CLAIMS IN SURPRISE)
(SCREAMS)
(GROANING IN DISAPPOINTMENT)
(HORNS HONKING)
(CRASHING)
(WALL-E WARBLING)
(ROBOT EX CLAIMING)
(ROBOT WARBLES WARNING)
(MACHINERY CLANGING)
(BEEPS)
EVE!
I’ve been in my cabin all morning,
so let’s hover over to the driving range
and hit a few virtual balls into space.
(EX CLAIMS)
No, we did that yesterday.
I don’t want to do that.
– Well, then what do you want to do?
– I don’t know. Something.
Whoa!
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
Look, I’m tired of having
the same argument over and over.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
Bot, over here.
Whoa!
MAN: I’m in a tunnel. I can’t hear you.
WOMAN: There you are.
FEMALE LO UDSPEAKER VOICE:
Buy N Large.
Everything you need to be happy.
Your day is very important to us.
Hey, drink-bot.
(EX CLAIMS QUESTIONINGLY)
Here, take the cup. Hey, take the cup!
– Whoa!
– WALL-E: Uh-oh.
(GROANS)
(BUZZER BUZZIN G)
S TEWARD-BO T:
Please remain stationary.
A service-bot will be here
to assist you momentarily.
Stewards! Hello!
– Please remain stationary.
– Help.
A service-bot will be here
to assist you momentarily.
(HYDRAULICS WHINING)
What’s that? What’s going on?
(GRUNTING)
WALL-E.
Uh…
– John.
– EVE?
Uh, no. John.
EVE!
Bye, WALL-E.
NANN Y-BO T: “A” is for Axiom,
your home sweet home.
“B” is for Buy N Large,
your very best friend.
FEMALE LO UDSPEAKER VOICE:
Mmm!
Time for lunch in a cup.
(ALL SLURPING)
Feel beautiful.
– It’s the new you. Stunning.
– You look great.
– I know, honey. Men.
– Men.
FEMALE LO UDSPEAKER VOICE:
Attention, Axiom shoppers. Try blue.
It’s the new red.
BOTH: Ooh!
(BEEPING)
WOMAN: Love blue.
WOMAN: Date?
(SCOFFS) Don’t get me started
on the date.
Every holo-date I have been on
has been a virtual disaster.
If I could just meet one,
one who wasn’t so superficial.
There are no good men out there.
(WALL-E MURMURING)
I know. I know because I’ve…
What the…
WALL-E: Whoa!
(GASPS)
Huh?
Yoo-hoo. WALL-E.
Uh…
– Mary.
– EVE.
Huh? Oh!
Oh! Oh. Um, sure. You go ahead.
EVE.
(WHIRRING)
Shade!
(GASPS)
I didn’t know we had a pool!
(CLICKING)
(TYPING-BOT BEEPING)
(WALL-E SQUEAKS)
(ELEVATOR DINGS)
(GASPS)
(ELEVATOR DINGS)
(WHIRRING)
(BEEPING)
(BEEPING)
(WHOOSHING)
AUTO:
Captain, you are needed on the bridge.
(CAPTAIN SNORING)
(SNORING)
(ALARM BEEPING)
(MUTTERING DREAMILY)
(PUT ON YO UR
SUNDA Y CLO THES PLAYING)
(YELPS) All hands on deck!
BEAUTICIAN-BOT: Morning.
Just a trim?
# … find adventure in the evening air #
(CHUCKLES)
BEAUTICIAN-BOT: Uh-huh.
I see. I know, honey. I know.
I’m good, I am good.
You look gorgeous.
(SIGHS)
(BEEPS)
Oh!
# … horsedrawn open cars #
(WALL-E WARBLING)
(YAWNING)
(THE BLUE DANUBE PLAYING)
– AUTO: Sir?
– Coffee.
(GRUNTS)
(ELECTRICAL BUZZING)
(SLURPING)
Sir, the annual…
(TIREDLY) Protocol, Auto.
First things first.
Computer, status report.
(WHOOSHING)
– Mechanical systems.
– CO MPUTER: Unchanged.
– Reactor core temperature.
– Unchanged.
– Passenger count.
– Unchanged.
– Regenerative food buffet.
– Unchanged.
– Jacuzzi pH balance.
– Unchanged.
– Atmospheric conditions.
– Unchanged.
– AUTO: Captain.
– Laundry service volume.
– Unchanged.
– Okay, Auto.
– Sir, the annual reconnaissance…
– 12:30!
Auto, why didn’t you wake me
for morning announcements?
(WHOOSHING)
Honestly, it’s the one thing
I get to do on this ship.
Well, good morning, everybody,
and welcome to day 255,642
aboard the Axiom.
As always, the weather is a balmy
72 degrees and sunny and…
Oh, I see the ship’s log is showing
that today is our 700th anniversary
of our five-year cruise.
Well, I’m sure our forefathers would be
proud to know that 700 years later
Well, I’m sure our forefathers would be
proud to know that 700 years later
we’d be doing the exact same thing
they were doing.
Fore!
So, be sure next mealtime
to ask for your “free
(ENUNCIATING) “septuacentennial
cupcake in a cup.”
Wow, look at that!
Also today we have a…
(BEEPING)
Hey, Auto, what’s that flashing button?
Hey, Auto, what’s that flashing button?
Captain, Probe One
has returned positive.
Positive?
(POWERING UP)
EVE.
(SLOWLY) But no probe’s
ever come back positive before.
(BEEPING)
(ALARM BLARING)
(JIN GLE PLA YIN G)
# Buy N Large #
Greetings and congratulations,
Captain.
If you are seeing this,
that means your
Extraterrestrial Vegetation Evaluator,
or EVE probe, has returned from Earth
with a confirmed specimen
of ongoing photosynthesis.
That’s right. It means it’s time
to go back home.
Home? We’re going back?
Now that Earth has been restored
to a life-sustaining status,
Now that Earth has been restored
to a life-sustaining status,
by golly,
we can begin Operation Recolonize.
(WARBLES)
Simply follow
this manual’s instructions
to place the plant
in your ship’s holo-detector
and the Axiom will immediately
navigate your return to Earth.
– It’s that easy.
– Huh!
Now, due to the effects of microgravity,
you and your passengers
may have suffered some
slight bone loss.
(CHUCKLES S OFTLY)
But I’m sure a few laps
around the ship’s jogging track
will get you back in shape in no time.
We have a jogging track?
If you have any further questions,
just consult your operation manual.
See you back home real soon.
“Operate Manuel.”
“Operate Manuel.”
Uh…
Manuel, relay instructions.
Manuel?
Wow. Will you look at that?
CAPTAIN: Let’s see.
(MUMBLES DISMISSIVELY)
Huh?
EVE.
WALL-E!
(ELECTRIC WHINING)
(WARBLING UNINTELLIGIBLY)
EVE.
(WARBLING UNINTELLIGIBLY)
CAPTAIN: Well, let’s open her up.
“Step one.
Voice command, ‘Confirm acquisition.'”
“Step one.
Voice command, ‘Confirm acquisition.'”
CO MPUTER: Confirm acquisition.
CAPTAIN: Ooh!
Voice authorization required.
– Uh…
– CAPTAIN’S VOICE: Uh…
CO MPUTER: Accepted.
(BEEPING)
Ooh.
(EX CLAIMING)
– (STAMMERING) Where’s the thingy?
– AUTO: Plant.
Plant. Right. Right. Where is it?
Maybe we missed a step.
– Show me how you change…
– Plant.
– Show me how you change…
– Plant.
– CAPTAIN: Okay.
– WALL-E.
WALL-E!
(WALL-E WARBLES)
– EVE?
– Plant!
CAPTAIN: Why don’t you
scan her to be sure?
(GASPS)
AUTO: Contains no specimen.
Probe’s memory is faulty.
– So then, we’re not going to Earth?
– Negative.
I guess things go back to normal, huh?
Correct, Captain.
– Well, false alarm!
– CO MPUTER: False alarm.
– Well, false alarm!
– CO MPUTER: False alarm.
The probe must be defective.
(SIGHS IN FRUSTRATION)
GO-4, send her to the repair ward,
and have them run diagnostics on her.
Make sure she’s not…
Ah!
WALL-E.
Have, uh, WALL-E cleaned.
WALL-E: Yoo-hoo!
EVE.
(EX CLAIMS STERNLY)
(WALL-E MOANS)
Analyze.
CO MPUTER: Analysis.
Foreign contaminant.
Substance is a three-phase system
composed of various combinations
of naturally derived solids.
(YAWNS)
Subject is most commonly referred to
as soil, dirt, or earth.
“Earth”?
Hmm.
Define “earth.”
Define “earth.”
Earth, the surface of the world
as distinct from the sky or sea.
Wow.
Define “sea.”
Sea, an expanse of salt water
that covers most of the Earth’s surface
and surrounds its landmasses.
Foreign contaminant.
APPROACHING ROBOT: Whoa!
(SKIDDING)
(MECHANICAL WHIRRING)
(EX CLAIMS) EVE.
Whoa!
BEAUTICIAN-BOT: Just a trim?
You look gorgeous.
(WALL-E EX CLAIMS IN ALARM)
(PROTESTING)
(STIFLING SNEEZE)
Fore!
Fore!
Fore!
(WHIRRING)
EVE!
(BLEEPING)
CO MPUTER: Clear, clear, clear.
(WARBLES)
(EX CLAIMS)
(EX CLAIMS)
(LAUGHING)
(CREAKING)
Whoa!
Ooh!
Whoa!
(PUT ON YO UR
SUNDA Y CLO THES PLAYING)
(PUT ON YO UR
SUNDA Y CLO THES PLAYING)
EVE! EVE!
Ah!
(GRUNTS)
WALL-E.
(EX CLAIMS)
(EVE EX CLAIMING IN ALARM)
(WALL-E GROANS)
(ALARM BUZZING)
WALL-E!
(ALL POWERING DOWN)
(CHATTERING INQUISITIVELY)
(ALL CLAMORING)
(WALL-E YELPS)
WALL-E!
(ALARM SOUNDING)
BEAUTICIAN-BOT: Oh, my.
STEWARD-BOT: Halt!
(SHUDDERING)
(EVE EX CLAIMS)
WALL-E!
CO MPUTER: Caution. Rogue robots.
Caution. Rogue robots.
Caution. Rogue robots.
(EX CLAIMS IN ALARM)
WALL-E!
(WEAPONS POWERING UP)
(EVE EX CLAIMS IN ALARM)
STEWARD-BOT: Halt! Halt!
(EVE YELPS)
CO MPUTER: Caution. Rogue robots.
WALL-E!
(EX CLAIMS)
D- FIB: Clear.
EVE: Ooh!
Caution. Rogue robots.
Uh-oh.
EVE.
(ELEVATOR CHIMES)
(TAPPING ON PANEL)
(TAPPING ON PANEL)
(HESITANTLY) EVE?
(POWERING UP)
Earth.
Earth.
Oh!
Ah.
Directive.
(EX CLAIMS)
(WARBLING)
WALL-E.
(STERNLY) WALL-E!
(ELEVATOR CHIMES)
Uh-oh.
(POWERING DOWN)
(EVE GASPS)
EVE: Plant!
WALL-E.
– EVE.
– WALL-E!
(CRASHING)
(SCREAMING)
(BLEEPING)
(EX CLAIMS)
CO MPUTER: Cruising speed.
(CRASHING)
You are now free
to move about the cabin.
Huh?
(GROANING IN FRUSTRATION)
Oh!
(BEEPING)
Twenty seconds to self-destruct.
(GASPS)
Ten seconds to self-destruct.
(SHRIEKS)
Ten, nine, eight, seven,
six, five, four,
(GRUNTING)
Three,
(SCREAMING)
Two…
(EXPLODES)
(WEAKLY) No. No.
EVE!
WALL-E!
(BUZZING)
Whoa!
(WARBLING)
WALL-E!
(WALL-E EX CLAIMING)
Oh!
EVE.
(EVE GIGGLES)
(WALL-E MUTTERING)
WALL-E.
EVE.
(GASPS) WALL-E!
(SHOUTS OUT IN JO Y)
(BOTH LAUGHING)
(BUZZES)
(SIGHS GIDDILY)
(BEEPING RAPIDLY)
(GIGGLES)
WALL-E.
(GIGGLES)
WALL-E: Whee!
(EVE LAUGHING)
(WALL-E CHATTERING)
(EVE GIGGLING)
(BOTH EX CLAIMING HAPPILY)
Oh, so many stars.
Oh.
(GASPS IN SURPRISE)
– Hey! Hey! That’s what’s -his-name!
– Hey! What the…
– Look! Look at that.
– Huh? What?
Hey. I know that guy. It’s, uh, WALL-E.
– Hey, WALL-E! It’s your buddy John.
– Hi, WALL-E!
(GASPS)
Hi.
Hi.
CAPTAIN: Define “hoedown.”
CO MPUTER: Hoedown,
a social gathering
at which lively dancing
would take place.
Auto, Earth is amazing!
These are called “farms.”
Humans would put seeds
in the ground, pour water on them,
and they grow food, like pizza.
AUTO: Good night, Captain.
(GROANS)
(WHISPERING) Psst! Computer.
Define “dancing.”
CO MPUTER: Dancing, a series of
movements involving two partners
where speed and rhythm
match harmoniously with music.
WALL-E: Uh-huh. Uh…
(SWEETLY) EVE.
EVE: Home.
(CRASHING)
(CHATTERING)
Uh-oh.
CO MPUTER: The lido deck is now
closing. The lido deck is now closing.
(MARY AND JOHN LAUGHING)
– JOHN: Stop that.
– Make me.
I didn’t know we had a pool.
LIFEGUARD-BOT:
No splashing. No diving.
– JOHN: Oh, go on.
– (FIZZLING) No splashing. No…
(GASPS)
(BEEPING)
(IT ONLY TAKES
A MO MEN T PLAYING)
(GASPS)
(SWEETLY) EVE.
# … it only takes a moment #
Shh!
(MUSIC STOPS)
(EX CLAIMS ASSERTIVELY)
Directive.
(WHOOSHING)
CAPTAIN: Prepare for landing.
(IMITATING DOCKING)
(IMITATES BRAKES CREAKING)
“We’re here, everybody.”
“Yay, Captain! Captain, we’re home!
It’s so beautiful!”
“No. It’s nothing.
I was pleased to do this.
“It’s all about you people.
It’s not about me.”
(RATTLING)
How?
How did you find it?
(SIGHING REVERENTLY)
We can go back home!
For the first time!
– What’s it like now?
– Oh!
No, no, no. Don’t tell me.
I want to see for myself.
Wait. That doesn’t look like Earth.
Where’s the blue sky?
(WALL-E EX CLAIMIN G)
Where’s the grass?
(WALL-E EX CLAIMS)
# … Sunday clothes
when you feel down and out #
I know that song.
# Strut down the street
and have your picture took #
They’re, um,
dancing.
Yes, dancing.
# That Sunday shine is a certain sign
That you feel as fine as you look #
# Beneath your parasol… #
You made it somehow, huh, little guy?
You didn’t give up, did you?
(GASPS)
Okay, then. Come on.
(GASPS)
Wait a minute.
# … when time runs out #
# That it only… #
(WALL-E S Q UAWKS)
Huh?
Huh?
EVE?
EVE!
EVE!
Uh-oh!
WALL-E.
(PRACTICING) EVE.
EVE.
EVE.
Pathetic.
EVE.
EVE!
Oh!
Huh?
Foreign contaminant.
(GROANS IN FRUSTRATION)
There you go, little guy.
You came a long way
for a drink of water.
Just needed someone
to look after you, that’s…
We have to go back.
(BOSUN’S WHISTLE SOUNDS)
– Auto, come down here.
– Aye, aye, sir.
WALL-E.
(WALL-E SIGHS)
WALL-E.
Auto, EVE found the plant.
Fire up the holo-detector.
Not necessary, Captain.
You may give it to me.
– You know what? I should do it myself.
– Captain.
Sir, I insist you give me the plant.
– Auto, get out of my way.
– We cannot go home.
– What are you talking about? Why not?
– That is classified, Captain.
– Give me the plant.
– What do you mean, “classified”?
You don’t keep a secret
from the captain.
Give me the plant.
– Tell me what’s classified.
– The plant.
Tell me, Auto! That’s an order.
Aye, aye, sir.
(JIN GLE PLA YIN G)
# Buy N Large is your superstore
We got all you need #
Just cut it off, will you?
(JIN GLE WINDS TO A S TOP)
(SIGHS) Hey, there, autopilots.
Got some bad news.
Um…
Operation Cleanup has,
well, failed.
Wouldn’t you know,
rising toxicity levels have made life
unsustainable on Earth.
“Unsustainable”? What?
Darn it all, we’re going to have
to cancel Operation Recolonize.
So,
(SIGHS IN EMBARRASSMEN T)
Just stay the course.
Um…
Rather than try and fix this problem,
it’ll just be easier
for everyone to remain in space.
“Easier”?
– MAN: (WHISPERIN G) Mr. President?
– I think…
– Huh?
– Sir, time to go.
Okay. I’m giving
Override Directive A 113.
Go to full autopilot.
Take control of everything,
and do not return to Earth.
Repeat, do not return to Earth.
(MUFFLED) Let’s get
the heck out of here.
Now, the plant.
No. Wait a minute.
Computer, when was that message
sent out to the Axiom?
CO MPUTER: Message received
in the year 2110.
That’s… That’s nearly 700 years ago!
(SCOFFS) Auto, things have changed!
We’ve got to go back.
Sir, orders are “do not return to Earth.”
But life is sustainable now.
Look at this plant. Green and growing.
– It’s living proof he was wrong.
– Irrelevant, Captain.
What? It’s completely relevant!
Out there is our home.
Home, Auto.
And it’s in trouble.
I can’t just sit here and do nothing.
That’s all I’ve ever done.
That’s all anyone on this blasted ship
has ever done. Nothing!
On the Axiom you will survive.
– I don’t want to survive. I want to live!
– Must follow my directive.
(EX CLAIMS IN FRUSTRATION)
I’m the captain of the Axiom.
We are going home today.
(GASPS)
(ALARM BLARING)
(GO-4 BEEPS)
GO-4?
Hey! That’s not…
This is mutiny! EVE, arrest him.
(WARBLING)
EVE, you are to put this plant
straight in the holo-detector.
No!
(EVE EX CLAIMS)
(SERVOS WHIRRING)
EVE: Huh?
– EVE?
– BOTH: WALL-E!
EVE!
– Oh!
– WALL-E, the plant!
– WALL-E!
– CAPTAIN: Over here. Throw it.
EVE: Ahhh!
EVE!
(WALL-E SCREAMS)
AUTO: Give me the plant.
(WALL-E EX CLAIMS DEFIANTLY)
(SCREAMING)
(BEEPING)
(GASPS)
EVE: WALL-E!
EVE: WALL-E!
(EVE WHIMPERING)
(GO-4 WARBLING)
AUTO:
All communications are terminated.
You are confined to quarters.
No! Mutiny!
Mutiny!
(DOOR SLAMS)
(CIRCUITS POWERING UP)
(EX CLAIMS)
WALL-E?
CO MPUTER: Caution.
Activating airlock disposal.
WALL-E!
Activating airlock disposal.
(YELPS)
WALL-E?
(RUMBLING)
Ah!
Ah!
(GROANING) EVE.
WALL-E!
CO MPUTER: Caution.
Activating airlock disposal.
Activating airlock disposal.
(GRUNTING)
(WEAPON FIRING)
WALL-E!
(CHATTERING)
Foreign contaminant.
Whoa!
(GRUNTING)
(GRUNTS)
EVE: Whoa.
(WALL-E GROANING WEAKLY)
(BEEPING SLOWLY)
WALL-E.
(WHIRRING)
(BEEPING SLOWLY)
(FIZZLING)
Huh?
All clean. All clean.
(CHATTERS)
(CHATTERS)
(WALL-E MOANING)
WALL-E.
M-O.
– M-O?
– M-O.
M-O.
Mmm?
Mmm.
(EX CLAIMS IN WORRY)
(WEAKLY) Directive.
(BEEPING)
Directive.
(MOANING WEAKLY)
Earth.
Earth.
– Earth.
– Earth.
Earth? Earth!
(EX CLAIMS IN UNDERSTANDING)
– WALL-E: M-O.
– WALL-E!
(CHATTERING)
(WEAPON POWERING UP)
(ALARM SOUNDING)
(TIRES SKID)
STEWARD-BOT: Wrong.
(SHUDDERING)
(ALARM BLARING)
STEWARD-BOT: Please hold.
We are currently having…
M-O: EVE!
EVE: Whoops.
CO MPUTER: Caution. Rogue robots.
(SQUEAKING PUT ON
YO UR SUNDA Y CLO THES)
(WALL-E GROANING)
(PUT ON YO UR
SUNDA Y CLO THES PLAYING)
(SNEEZES)
BEAUTICIAN-BOT: That style suits you.
D-FIB: Clear.
CO MPUTER: Caution. Rogue robots.
Caution. Rogue robots.
– AUTO: Not possible.
– Caution. Rogue robots.
(ALARMS SOUNDING)
(CRYING)
CAPTAIN: Auto! Auto!
Mutiny. Mutiny.
(BANGING)
Stupid wheel.
CO MPUTER: Caution. Rogue robots.
Caution. Rogue robots.
Caution. Rogue robots.
The plant!
(LAUGHS)
(LAUGHS)
(MUTTERING)
We’ll see who’s powerless now.
(BEEPS)
(GRUNTING)
CAPTAIN: Testing, testing.
Is this thing on?
(WHISPERIN G) This is the captain.
I am locked in my room.
EVE, WALL-E,
bring the plant to the lido deck.
I’ll have activated the holo-detector.
Now, hurry.
– Auto’s probably going to cut me off…
– STEWARD-BOT: Halt.
EVE: Ah!
STEWARD-BOT: Halt.
BEAUTICIAN-BOT: Oh, my.
(WARBLING)
D-FIB: Clear.
WALL-E: Oh!
STEWARD-BOT: Halt, halt.
(BEEPING)
(LAUGHS)
– Look what I got, Auto.
– Not possible.
(CHUCKLING) That’s right. The plant.
You want it? Come and get it, blinky.
No.
(LAUGHS)
Captain? Captain?
(GRUNTING)
AUTO: Let go.
– Let go.
– Too heavy for you? Huh?
(EX CLAIMS IN PAIN)
AUTO: Get off.
CAPTAIN: You’re not getting away
from me, one-eye.
– AUTO: Get off.
– (SCREAMS) Is that all you got?
(BEEPING)
(YELLING)
(PANTING RHYTHMICALLY)
STEWARD-BOT: Halt.
– That’s it. A little closer.
– AUTO: Cease and desist.
– Not good.
– Got you.
(LAUGHING)
(ALARM BLARING)
(ALL EX CLAIMING)
(SNORING)
Whoa!
(ALL CHATTERING)
NANNY-BOT:
Remain calm. Remain calm.
(ALL EX CLAIM IN WONDER)
Ladies and gentlemen,
this is your captain speaking.
We’re having a slight malfunction
with the autopilot.
Please remain calm.
(ALL EX CLAIMING)
EVE: Ah!
(GRUNTING)
AUTO: Enough.
(EVE EX CLAIMS)
MARY: Hey. What? John?
ALL: Whoa!
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
(WARBLING)
(SCREAMING)
No! No, no, no!
(SCREAMING)
(ALL EX CLAIMING)
MAN: I gotcha!
(MARY GRUNTING)
(BABIES CRYING)
John, get ready to have some kids!
(KIDS LAUGHING)
(JOHN AND MARY SCREAMING)
MARY: Look out!
EVE: Ah!
(ALL YELLING)
Oh!
(GRUNTING)
(BEEPING)
AUTO: No.
(BUZZES)
WALL-E!
(GASPS)
No!
Uh-oh.
(ALL GASP)
Oh, no!
(GRUNTING)
(ALL GASP)
(GRUNTS)
(ALL CHEERING)
(GRUNTING)
Auto?
(S CREAMIN G)
WALL-E!
(GRUNTING)
(GASPS)
(GRUNTING)
Auto, you are relieved of duty.
Auto, you are relieved of duty.
AUTO: No.
(ALL CHEERING)
Plant! Plant!
(M-O WARBLES)
Foreign contaminant.
EVE: Plant!
M-O: EVE!
(GRUNTING)
CO MPUTER: Plant origin verified.
(GASPS)
WALL-E.
CO MPUTER: Course set for Earth.
Ten seconds to hyper-jump. Nine…
– EVE: No.
– … eight…
– WALL-E!
– … seven, six, five, four…
Oh, no. WALL-E.
… three, two, one, zero.
(SCREAMING)
WALL-E!
(SQUEAKING)
(SQUEAKS)
(MECHANICAL WHIRRING)
(PEOPLE MUTTERING)
(CAPTAIN GASPS)
(EVE WARBLING)
(SQUEAKS)
(SQUEAKS)
WALL-E.
M-O: EVE!
(DOOR OPENING)
(DOOR OPENING)
(CLATTERING)
(BUZZING)
M-O: Huh?
(BEEPING)
(POWERING UP)
(POWERING UP)
(SQUEAKING HAPPILY)
(SIGHS) WALL-E.
EVE.
Ooh!
EVE: WALL-E?
Ooh!
# Put on your Sunday clothes
when you feel down and out #
WALL-E?
(SQUEAKS)
(SIGHS)
(S TA TIC HISSIN G)
(EVE WARBLES IN CONCERN)
WALL-E.
WALL-E!
(EVE HUMMING
IT ONLY TAKES A MO MEN T)
(BUZZES)
(CLANKS)
(SERVOS WHIRRING WEAKLY)
– EVE?
– (GASPING) WALL-E?
(EX CLAIMS IN SURPRISE)
EVE!
(GIGGLES)
# And that is all #
# That love’s about #
M-O: Whee!
BEAUTICIAN-BOT: You’re kidding!
M-O: (ADMONISHING)
Go, go, go. Go, go.
# And we’ll recall
When time runs out #
This is called farming!
You kids are going to grow
all kinds of plants.
Vegetable plants. Pizza plants!
(LAUGHING)
It’s good to be home!
# Took a moment #
# to be loved #
# a whole life #
# long #
(LIGHTER FLICKIN G)
(DOWN TO EARTH PLAYING)
# Did you think that your feet
had been bound #
# By what gravity brings
to the ground? #
# Did you feel you were tricked
by the future you picked? #
# Well, come on down #
# All these rules don’t apply
When you’re high in the sky #
# So come on down #
# Come on down #
# We’re coming down to the ground #
# There’s no better place to go #
# We got snow up on the mountains #
# We got rivers down below #
# We’re coming down to the ground #
# We hear the birds sing in the trees #
# And the land will be looked after #
# We’ll send the seeds
out in the breeze #
# Did you think
you’d escaped from routine #
# By changing the script
and the scene? #
# Despite all you made of it #
# You’re always afraid
of the change #
# You’ve got a lot on your chest #
# Well, you can come as my guest #
# So come on down #
# Come on down #
# We’re coming down to the ground #
# There’s no better place to go #
# We got snow up on the mountains #
# We got rivers down below #
# We’re coming down to the ground #
# We hear the birds sing in the trees #
# And the land will be looked after #
# We’ll send the seeds
out in the breeze #
# Like the fish in the ocean #
# We felt at home in the sea #
# We learned to live off the good land #
# We learned to climb up a tree #
# Then we got up on two legs #
# But we wanted to fly #
# And when we messed up
our homeland #
# We set sail for the sky #
# We’re coming down to the ground #
# There’s no better place to go #
# We got snow up on the mountains #
# We got rivers down below #
# We’re coming down to the ground #
# We hear the birds sing in the trees #
# And the land will be looked after #
# We’ll send the seeds
out in the breeze #
# We’re coming down #
# Coming down to Earth #
# Like babies at birth #
# Coming down to Earth #
# We define new priorities #
# These are extraordinary qualities #
# We’re coming down to the ground #
# There’s no better place to go #
# We got snow up on the mountains #
# We got rivers down below #
# We’re coming down to the ground #
# We hear the birds sing in the trees #
# And the land will be looked after #
# We send the seeds
out in the breeze #
# We’re coming down to the ground #
# There’s no better place to go #
# We got snow up on the mountains #
# We got rivers down below #
# We’re coming down to the ground #
# We hear the birds sing in the trees #
# And the land will be looked after #
# We send the seeds
out in the breeze #
# We define new priorities #
# These are extraordinary qualities #
# To find on Earth #
# To find on Earth #
# To find on Earth #
# BNL #
Although each of the world’s countries
would like to dispute this fact,
we French know the truth:
The best food in the world
is made in France.
The best food in France
is made in Paris.
And the best food in Paris, some say,
is made by Chef Auguste Gusteau.
Gusteau’s restaurant
is the toast of Paris,
booked five months in advance.
And his dazzling ascent
to the top of fine French cuisine
has made his competitors envious.
He is the youngest chef ever
to achieve a five-star rating.
Chef Gusteau’s cookbook,
Anyone Can Cook!
Climbed to the top of the bestseller list.
But not everyone
celebrates its success.
Amusing title, Anyone Can Cook!
What’s even more amusing is that
Gusteau actually seems to believe it.
I, on the other hand,
take cooking seriously.
And, no, I don’t think anyone can do it.
This is me.
I think it’s apparent
I need to rethink my life a little bit.
What’s my problem?
First of all, I’m a rat.
Which means life is hard.
And second, I have a highly developed
sense of taste and smell.
Flour, eggs, sugar, vanilla bean…
Oh! Small twist of lemon.
Whoa, you can smell all that?
You have a gift.
This is Emile, my brother.
He’s easily impressed.
So you can smell ingredients?
So what?
This is my dad. He’s never impressed.
He also happens to be
the leader of our clan.
So, what’s wrong
with having highly developed senses?
– Don’t eat that!
– What’s going on here?
Turns out that funny smell
was rat poison.
Suddenly, Dad didn’t think
my talent was useless.
I was feeling pretty good about my gift,
until Dad gave me a job.
Clean.
Clean.
That’s right. Poison checker.
Cleanerific.
Cleanerino.
Close to godliness.
Which means clean.
You know, cleanliness is close to…
Never mind. Move on.
Well, it made my dad proud.
Now, don’t you feel better, Remy?
You’ve helped a noble cause.
Noble? We’re thieves, Dad.
And what we’re stealing is,
let’s face it, garbage.
It isn’t stealing if no one wants it.
If no one wants it,
why are we stealing it?
Let’s just say
we have different points of view.
This much I knew:
If you are what you eat,
then I only want to eat the good stuff.
But to my dad…
Food is fuel.
You get picky about what you put
in the tank, your engine is gonna die.
Now shut up and eat your garbage.
Look, if we’re going to be thieves,
why not steal the good stuff
in the kitchen,
where nothing is poisoned?
First of all, we are not thieves.
Secondly, stay out of the kitchen
and away from the humans.
It’s dangerous.
I know
I’m supposed to hate humans,
but there’s something about them.
They don’t just survive.
They discover, they create.
I mean,
just look at what they do with food.
GUS TEAU ON TV:
How can I describe it?
Good food is like music you can taste,
color you can smell.
There is excellence all around you.
You need only be aware to stop
and savor it.
Oh, Gusteau was right.
Oh, mmm, yeah.
Oh, amazing.
Each flavor was totally unique.
But combine one flavor with another,
and something new was created.
So now I had a secret life.
The only one who knew about it
was Emile.
Hey, Emile. Emile.
I found a mushroom.
Come on, you’re good at hiding food.
Help me find a good place to put this.
He doesn’t understand me,
but I can be myself around him.
Why are you walking like that?
I don’t want to constantly
have to wash my paws.
Did you ever think about how we walk
on the same paws
that we handle food with?
You ever think about
what we put into our mouths?
All the time.
When I eat, I don’t want to taste
everywhere my paws have been.
Well, go ahead.
But if Dad sees you walking like that,
he’s not going to like it.
What have you got there?
You found cheese?
And not just any cheese.
Tomme de chèvre de pays!
That would go beautifully
with my mushroom.
And…
This rosemary! This rosemary
with maybe with a few drops
from this sweet grass.
Well, throw it on the pile, I guess,
and then we’ll… You know…
We don’t want to throw this in
with the garbage. This is special.
But we’re supposed
to return to the colony
before sundown or,
you know, Dad’s gonna…
Emile!
There are possibilities
unexplored here.
We got to cook this.
Now, exactly how we cook this
is the real question…
Yeah.
The key is to keep turning it.
Get the smoky flavor nice and even.
That storm’s getting closer.
Hey, Remy, you think that maybe
we shouldn’t be so…
You got to taste this!
This is… It’s got this kind of…
It’s burny, melty…
It’s not really a smoky taste.
It’s a certain… It’s kind of like a…
It’s got, like, this “ba-boom, zap”
kind of taste. Don’t you think?
– What would you call that flavor?
– Lightning-y?
Yeah. It’s lightning-y!
We got to do that again.
Okay, when the next storm comes,
we’ll go up on the roof…
I know what this needs! Saffron!
A little saffron would make this!
Saffron. Why do I get the feeling
– it’s in the kitchen?
– It’s in the kitchen.
Saffron.
– Not good.
Saffron.
Don’t like it. She’s gonna wake up.
I’ve been down here a million times.
She turns on the cooking channel,
boom, she never wakes up.
You’ve been here a million times?
I’m telling you, saffron will be
just the thing. Gusteau swears by it.
Okay. Who’s Gusteau?
Just the greatest chef in the world.
Wrote this cookbook.
Wait. You read?
– Well, not excessively.
– Oh, man. Does Dad know?
You could fill a book, a lot
of books, with things Dad doesn’t know.
And they have, which is why I read.
Which is also our secret.
I don’t like secrets.
All this cooking
and reading and TV-watching
while we read and cook.
It’s like you’re involving me in crime,
and I let you.
Why do I let you?
What’s taking those kids so long?
Ah, I’Aquila saffron. Italian. Huh?
Gusteau says it’s excellent.
Good thing the old lady is a food love…
Forget mystique.
This is about your cooking.
Hey! That’s Gusteau. Emile, look.
Great cooking
is not for the faint of heart.
Great cooking
is not for the faint of heart.
You must be imaginative,
strong hearted.
You must try things that may not work.
And you must not let anyone
define your limits
because of where you come from.
Your only limit is your soul.
What I say is true. Anyone can cook.
But only the fearless can be great.
Pure poetry.
But it was not to last.
Gusteau’s restaurant lost
one of its five stars
after a scathing review
by France’s top food critic, Anton Ego.
It was a severe blow to Gusteau,
and the brokenhearted chef
died shortly afterwards,
which, according to tradition,
meant the loss of another star.
Gusteau is dead?
Run!
No, you’ll lead her to the colony!
– Help, Remy, help!
– Emile! Start swinging the light!
– Help, Remy, help!
– Emile! Start swinging the light!
Try to grab you.
Emile, swing to me.
Evacuate! Everyone, to the boats.
Let me through!
– The book.
Let me through!
– The book.
Excuse me. Move, move.
Go, go, go, go. Move, move, move.
Get the bridge up! Move it, move it!
Hey, Johnny! Hurry!
Push off. Come on.
Get hold!
– Take the baby. Here!
– Give me your paw.
Hey, wait for me!
Is everybody here?
Do we have everybody?
– Wait a minute. Where’s Remy?
– Right here. I’m coming.
I’m coming!
Hold on, Son.
Give him something to grab on to.
Come on, boy. Paddle, Son.
Come on. Reach for it.
You can do it.
– Remy!
– Dad!
Come on. You can make it.
You can make it.
Guys, wait. Stop!
Remy. Come on. Paddle.
Hold on! Wait for me. Hold on.
Dad?
Dad?
Which way?
I waited
for a sound,
a voice,
a sign,
something.
If you are hungry,
go up and look around, Remy.
Why do you wait and mope?
Well, I’ve just lost my family,
all my friends,
probably forever.
– How do you know?
– Well, I…
You are an illustration.
Why am I talking to you?
Well, you just lost your family,
all your friends. You are lonely.
Yeah. Well, you’re dead.
Ah, but that is no match
for wishful thinking.
If you focus on what you’ve left behind,
you’ll never be able to see
what lies ahead.
Now go up and look around.
Champagne!
What are you doing?
I’m hungry.
I don’t know where I am,
and I don’t know
when I’ll find food again.
Remy, you are better than that.
You are a cook.
A cook makes. A thief takes.
You are not a thief.
But I am hungry.
Food will come, Remy.
Food always comes
to those who love to cook.
– You think I am playing?
– You don’t have the guts.
Paris?
All this time
I’ve been underneath Paris?
Wow.
It’s beautiful.
The most beautiful.
Gusteau’s? Your restaurant?
You’ve led me to your restaurant.
It seems as though I have. Yes.
There it is! I have led you to it!
I got to see this.
Ready to go on table seven.
Coming around.
One order of steamed pike up.
Coming up.
I need
more soup bowls, please.
I need two rack of lamb.
I need more leeks.
I need two salmon, three
salade composée, and three filet.
Three orders
of salade composée working.
Firing two orders, seared salmon.
Three filet working. I need plates.
Fire seven.
Three salade composée up.
Don’t mess with my mise!
Open down low.
I’m getting buried here.
Hello, Chef Skinner.
How your night be now?
Bonjour, chef.
Hello, Chef Skinner.
– Evening, chef.
Ordering deux filet.
Hey, boss, look who is here.
Alfredo Linguini, Renata’s little boy.
– Hi.
– All grown up, eh?
You remember Renata,
Gusteau’s old flame?
– Yes. How are you…
– Linguini.
Yes, Linguini. So nice of you to visit.
How is…
– My mother?
– Renata.
– Yes, Renata. How is she?
– Good.
Well, not… She’s been better. I mean…
She died.
I’m sorry.
Oh, don’t be. She believed in heaven,
so she’s covered.
You know, afterlife-wise?
– What’s this?
– She left it for you.
I think she hoped it would help me,
you know, get a job here.
But of course.
Gusteau wouldn’t hesitate.
Any son of Renata’s is more than…
Yes, well, we could file this
and if something suitable opens up…
We have already hired him.
What? How dare you hire someone
without my…
We needed a garbage boy.
Oh, garbage. Well…
I’m glad it worked out.
I can’t believe it.
A real gourmet kitchen,
and I get to watch.
You’ve read my book.
Let us see how much you know, huh?
Which one is the chef?
– Oh, that guy.
– Very good.
Who is next in command?
The sous chef. There.
The sous is responsible for the kitchen
when the chef’s not around.
Saucier, in charge of sauces.
Very important.
Chef de partie, demi chef de partie,
both important.
Commis, commis, they’re cooks.
Very important.
You are a clever rat. Now, who is that?
Oh, him? He’s nobody.
Not nobody. He is part of the kitchen.
No, he’s a plongeur or something.
He washes dishes or takes out
the garbage. He doesn’t cook.
– But he could.
– Uh, no.
How do you know?
What do I always say?
Anyone can cook.
Well, yeah, anyone can.
That doesn’t mean that anyone should.
Well,
that is not stopping him. See?
What is he doing?
No. No! No, this is terrible!
He’s ruining the soup.
And nobody’s noticing?
It’s your restaurant. Do something.
What can I do?
I am a figment of your imagination.
But he’s ruining the soup!
We got to tell someone that he’s…
But he’s ruining the soup!
We got to tell someone that he’s…
Table five coming up,
right now.
Coming down the line.
Set.
Hot! Open oven!
Coming around.
Oui, chef.
One filet mignon, three lamb, two duck.
Fire those soufflés
for table six, ja.
Five minutes, chef.
– Oh, God.
Tonight,
I’d like to present the foie gras.
It has a wonderful finish.
Ready to go on table seven.
Come on! Let’s go!
Oui, chef.
Remy! What are you waiting for?
Is this going to become a regular thing
with you?
You know how to fix it.
This is your chance.
The soup! Where is the soup?
Out of my way.
Move it, garbage boy!
You are cooking?
How dare you cook in my kitchen?
Where do you get the gall
to even attempt something
so monumentally idiotic?
I should have you drawn
and quartered!
I’ll do it. I think the law is on my side.
Larousse, draw and quarter this man
after you put him in the duck press
to squeeze the fat out of his head.
– What are you blathering about?
– The soup!
Soup?
Stop that soup!
No!
Waiter.
Linguini!
You’re fired!
F- l-R-E-D! Fired!
She wants to see the chef.
But he…
– What did the customer say?
– It was not a customer. It was a critic.
– Ego?
– Solene LeClaire.
– LeClaire? What did she say?
– She likes the soup.
– Wait.
– What do you mean, “Wait”?
You’re the reason I’m in this mess.
Someone is asking about your soup.
What are you playing at?
Am I still fired?
You can’t fire him.
– What?
LeClaire likes it, yeah?
She made a point of telling you so.
If she write a review to that effect
and find out you fired
the cook responsible…
– He’s a garbage boy.
– Who made something she liked.
How can we claim to represent
the name of Gusteau
if we don’t uphold
his most cherished belief?
And what belief is that,
Mademoiselle Tatou?
Anyone can cook.
Perhaps I have been a bit harsh
on our new garbage boy.
He has taken a bold risk
and we should reward that,
as Chef Gusteau would have.
If he wishes
to swim in dangerous waters,
who are we to deny him?
– You were escaping?
– Oh, yeah.
Since you have expressed
such an interest in his cooking career,
you shall be responsible for it.
Anyone else?
Then back to work.
You are either very lucky
or very unlucky.
You will make the soup again,
and this time, I’ll be paying attention.
Very close attention.
They think you might be a cook.
But you know what I think, Linguini?
I think you are a sneaky,
overreaching little…
Rat!
– Rat!
Get the rat.
Linguini. Get something to trap it.
It’s getting away.
Get it, get it, get it.
– What should I do now?
– Kill it.
– Now?
– No, not in the kitchen. Are you mad?
Do you know what would happen to us
if anyone knew
we had a rat in our kitchen?
They’d close us down.
Our reputation is hanging by a thread
as it is.
Take it away from here. Far away.
Kill it. Dispose of it. Go!
Don’t look at me like that!
You aren’t the only one who’s trapped.
They expect me to cook it again!
I mean, I’m not ambitious.
I wasn’t trying to cook.
I was just trying to stay out of trouble.
You’re the one who was getting fancy
with the spices!
What did you throw in there? Oregano?
No? What? Rosemary?
That’s a spice, isn’t it? Rosemary?
You didn’t throw rosemary in there?
Then what was all the flipping
and all the throwing the…
I need this job. I’ve lost so many.
I don’t know how to cook, and now
I’m actually talking to a rat as if you…
Did you nod?
Have you been nodding?
You understand me?
So I’m not crazy!
Wait a second, wait a second.
I can’t cook, can I?
But you…
You can, right?
Look, don’t be so modest.
You’re a rat, for Pete’s sake.
Whatever you did, they liked it.
Yeah. This could work.
Hey, they liked the soup!
They liked the soup.
Do you think you could do it again?
Okay, I’m going to let you out now.
But we’re together on this. Right?
Okay.
So this is it.
I mean, it’s not much, but it’s,
you know…
Not much.
It could be worse.
There’s heat and light
and a couch with a TV.
So, you know, what’s mine is yours.
Are you…
Is this a dream?
The best kind of dream.
One we can share.
But why here?
Why now?
Why not here?
Why not now?
What better place to dream
than in Paris?
Morning, Little Chef. Rise and…
Oh, no.
Idiot! I knew this would happen!
I let a rat into my place
and tell him what’s mine is his!
Eggs, gone!
Stupid! He’s stolen food
and hit the road! What did I expect?
That’s what I get for trusting a…
Hi. Is that for me?
That’s good. What did you put in this?
Where’d you get that?
Look, it’s delicious. But don’t steal.
I’ll buy some spices, okay?
Oh, no. We’re going to be late.
And on the first day!
Come on, Little Chef!
“Though I, like many other critic,
“had written off Gusteau as irrelevant
since the great chef’s death,
“the soup was a revelation.
A spicy yet subtle taste experience.”
– Solene LeClaire?
– Yes!
“Against all odds,
Gusteau’s has recaptured our attention.
“Only time will tell if they deserve it.”
Well…
You know.
Look, I know it’s stupid and weird,
but neither of us can do this alone,
so we got to do it together, right?
You with me?
So let’s do this thing!
I…
Welcome to hell.
Now, recreate the soup.
Take as much time as you need.
All week if you must.
Soup.
You little…
Ow!
You son of a…
You got…
This is not going to work, Little Chef!
I’m going to lose it
if we do this anymore.
We’ve got to figure out something else.
Something that doesn’t involve
any biting, or nipping,
or running up and down my body
with your little rat feet.
The biting! No! Scampering! No!
No scampering or scurrying.
Understand, Little Chef?
Little Chef?
Oh, you’re hungry.
Okay. So let’s think this out.
You know how to cook,
and I know how to appear
human.
We need to work out a system
so that I do what you want
in a way that doesn’t look like
I’m being controlled by a tiny rat chef.
Would you listen to me? I’m insane!
I’m insane! I’m insane!
In a refrigerator talking to a rat
about cooking in a gourmet restaurant.
– I will never pull this off!
– Linguini?
We gotta communicate.
I can’t be constantly checking
for a yes or no head shake from a…
The rat! I saw it!
– A rat?
– Yes, a rat. Right next to you.
What are you doing in here?
I’m just familiarizing myself with,
you know, the vegetables and such.
Get out.
One can get too familiar
with vegetables, you know!
That was close. Are you okay up there?
How did you do that?
That’s strangely involuntary!
One look and I knew
we had the same crazy idea.
Okay.
Where are you taking me? Wait.
Wait. I’m sorry.
Okay.
Okay.
À votre santé!
All right.
That should do it.
Congratulations. You were able to
repeat your accidental success.
But you’ll need to know more than soup
if you are to survive in my kitchen, boy.
Colette will be responsible for
teaching you how we do things here.
Listen, I just want you to know
how honored I am
to be studying under such…
No! You listen. I just want you to know
exactly who you are dealing with.
How many women
do you see in this kitchen?
Well, I…
– Only me. Why do you think that is?
– Well, I…
Because haute cuisine
is an antiquated hierarchy
built upon rules
written by stupid old men.
Rules designed to make it impossible
for women to enter this world.
But still I’m here. How did this happen?
Because, well, because you…
Because I am the toughest cook
in this kitchen.
I’ve worked too hard
for too long to get here
and I am not going to jeopardize it
for some garbage boy who got lucky.
Got it?
Easy to cook. Easy
to eat. Gusteau makes Chinese food
Chine-easy.
– Excellent work, François, as usual.
– It’s good, isn’t it?
I want you to work up something
for my latest frozen food concept.
Gusteau’s Corn Puppies.
They’re like corn dogs, only smaller.
Bite size.
What are corn dogs?
Cheap sausages dipped in batter
and deep fried. You know, American.
Cheap sausages dipped in batter
and deep fried. You know, American.
Whip something up.
Maybe Gusteau in overalls
and Huckleberry Tom hat.
Or as a big ear of corn
in doggie make-up.
Yes.
But, please, with dignity.
Get my lawyer!
Well, the will stipulates
that if after a period of two years
from the date of death
no heir appears,
Gusteau’s business interests
will pass to his sous chef. You.
I know what the will stipulates.
What I want to know is if this letter…
If this boy changes anything!
There’s not much resemblance.
There’s no resemblance at all.
He is not Gusteau’s son.
Gusteau had no children,
and what of the timing of all this?
The deadline in the will
expires in less than a month!
Suddenly,
some boy arrives with a letter
from his recently deceased mother
claiming Gusteau is his father?
Highly suspect!
– This is Gusteau’s?
– Yes, yes, yes.
– May I?
– Of course.
But the boy does not know.
She claims she never told him,
or Gusteau, and asks that I not tell.
– Why you? What does she want?
– A job for the boy.
– Only a job?
– Well, yes.
Then what are you worried about?
If he works here,
you’ll be able to keep an eye on him
while I do a little digging.
Find out how much of this is real.
I will need you
to collect some DNA samples
from the boy. Hair, maybe.
Mark my words.
The whole thing is highly suspect.
He knows something.
Relax, he’s a garbage boy.
I think you can handle him.
What are you doing?
I’m cutting vegetables.
I’m cutting vegetables?
No! You waste energy and time!
You think cooking is a cute job,
like Mommy in the kitchen?
Well, Mommy never had to face
the dinner rush when the orders
come flooding in,
and every dish is different
and none are simple,
and all of the different cooking times,
but must arrive on the customer’s table
at exactly the same time,
hot and perfect!
Every second counts,
and you cannot be Mommy!
What is this? Keep your station clear!
When the meal rush comes,
what will happen?
Messy stations slow things down.
Food doesn’t go, orders pile up.
Disaster.
I’ll make this easy to remember.
Keep your station clear,
or I will kill you!
Your sleeves
look like you threw up on them.
Keep your hands and arms in,
close to the body. Like this. See?
Always return to this position.
Cooks move fast. Sharp utensils,
hot metal, keep your arms in.
You will minimize cuts and burns
and keep your sleeves clean.
Mark of a chef:
Messy apron, clean sleeves.
I know the Gusteau style cold.
In every dish, Chef Gusteau
always has something unexpected.
I will show you.
I memorize all his recipe.
– Always do something unexpected.
– No. Follow the recipe.
– But you just said that…
– No, no, no.
It was his job to be unexpected.
It is our job to…
– Follow his recipes.
– Follow the recipe.
How do you tell how good bread is
without tasting it?
Not the smell, not the look,
but the sound of the crust.
Listen.
Symphony of crackle.
Only great bread sound this way.
The only way to get the best produce
is to have first pick of the day
and there are only two way
to get first pick.
Grow it yourself, or bribe a grower.
Voilà! The best restaurant get first pick.
People think haute cuisine is snooty.
So chef must also be snooty.
But not so.
Lalo there ran away from home at 12.
Got hired by circus people
as an acrobat.
And then he get fired
for messing around
with the ringmaster’s daughter.
Horst has done time.
What for?
No one know for sure. He changes
the story every time you ask him.
I defrauded a major corporation.
I robbed the second largest bank
in France using only a ballpoint pen.
I created a hole in the ozone
over Avignon.
I killed a man with this thumb.
Don’t ever play cards
with Pompidou.
He’s been banned from Las Vegas
and Monte Carlo.
– Larousse ran gun for the Resistance.
– Which resistance?
He won’t say.
Apparently, they didn’t win.
So you see.
We are artist, pirate.
More than cooks are we.
– We?
– Oui. You are one of us now, oui?
Oui. Thank you, by the way,
for all the advice about cooking.
– Thank you, too.
– For what?
For taking it.
The rat!
– But he is a…
– I just dropped my keys.
Have you decided this evening?
– Your soup is excellent. But…
– But we order it every time.
– What else do you have?
– Well, we have a very nice foie gras.
I know about the foie gras.
The old standby,
used to be famous for it.
What does the chef have that’s new?
– Someone has asked what is new!
– New?
Yes. What do I tell them?
– Well, what did you tell them?
– I told them I would ask!
What are you blathering about?
– Customers are asking what is new.
– What should I tell them?
– What did you tell them?
– I told them I would ask!
This is simple.
Just pull out an old Gusteau recipe,
something we haven’t made
in a while…
They know about the old stuff.
They like Linguini’s soup.
They are asking for food from Linguini?
A lot of customers like the soup.
That’s all we are saying.
Were we saying that?
Very well. If it’s Linguini they want
tell them Chef Linguini has prepared
something special for them.
Something definitely off menu.
Oh, and don’t forget to stress
– its Linguini-ness.
– Oui, chef.
Now is your chance to try something
worthy of your talent, Linguini.
A forgotten favorite of the chef’s,
sweetbread à la Gusteau.
– Colette will help you.
– Oui, chef.
Now, hurry up. Our diners are hungry.
Are you sure?
That recipe was a disaster.
Gusteau himself said so.
Just the sort of challenge
a budding chef needs.
“Sweetbread à la Gusteau.
“Sweetbread cooked
in a seaweed salt crust
“with cuttlefish tentacle,
dog rose purée,
“geoduck egg, dried white fungus?
“Anchovy licorice sauce.”
I don’t know this recipe,
but it’s Gusteau’s, so…
Lalo! We have
some veal stomach soaking, yes?
Yes!
The veal stomach, I get that.
Veal stomach?
Okay.
I’ll be right back. Where…
Hey, I got to… Hey!
Don’t mind me.
I just need to borrow this real quick.
Let’s see, over here…
I’ll be back.
Thank you.
Excuse me. I’m going to…
Apparently, I need this. I’ll be right…
I’m going to pick that up.
I got some of that spice.
Okay.
What are you doing? You’re supposed
to be preparing the Gusteau recipe.
This is the recipe.
The recipe doesn’t call
for white truffle oil!
What else have you…
You are improvising?
This is no time to experiment.
The customer are waiting.
You’re right. I should listen to you!
– Stop that!
– Stop what?
Freaking me out!
Whatever you are doing, stop it.
Where is the special order?
– Coming!
– I thought we were together on this.
– We are together.
– Then what are you doing?
– It’s very hard to explain.
– The special?
– Come get it!
I forgot the anchovy licorice sauce.
– Don’t you dare.
– I’m not, I’m not. I’m…
Sorry.
Is Linguini’s dish done yet?
Ja. It’s as bad as we remember.
Just went out.
– Did you taste it?
– Ja, of course, before he changed it.
Good. What? How could he change it?
He changed it
as it was going out the door!
Ow!
They love it!
Other diners are already
asking about it, about Linguini.
I have seven more orders!
That’s wonderful.
I’d like one of those.
Special order!
What is that?
Special order! Special order!
Special order!
To Linguini.
– Congratulations, Mr. Linguini.
– Cheers, ja?
Drink now, there’s plenty.
Take a break, Little Chef. Get some air.
We really did it tonight.
Dah!
Got your toque!
Oh, seriously now.
I’d love to have a little talk with you,
Linguini, in my office.
– Am I in trouble?
– Trouble? No.
A little wine, a friendly chat.
Just us cooks.
The plongeur won’t be coming to you
for advice anymore, eh, Colette?
He’s gotten all he needs.
Toasting your success, eh, Linguini?
Good for you.
I just took it to be polite.
I don’t really drink, you know.
Of course you don’t.
I wouldn’t either if I was drinking that.
But you would have to be an idiot
of elephantine proportions
not to appreciate
this ’61 Château Latour.
And you, Monsieur Linguini,
are no idiot.
Let us toast your non-idiocy.
– Remy!
– Emile?
I can’t believe it! You’re alive!
– You made it!
– I thought I’d never see you guys again!
We figured
you didn’t survive the rapids.
And what are you eating?
I don’t really know.
I think it was
some sort of wrapper once.
What? No.
You’re in Paris now, baby. My town.
No brother of mine eats rejectamenta
in my town.
Remy! You are stealing?
You told Linguini he could trust you.
– And he can. It’s for my brother.
– But the boy could lose his job.
Which means I would, too.
It’s under control, okay?
– More wine?
– I shouldn’t, but… Okay.
So, where did you train, Linguini?
Train? All right.
Surely you don’t expect me to believe
this is your first time cooking?
– It’s not.
– I knew it!
It’s my… Second, third, fourth…
Fifth time.
Monday was my first time.
But I’ve taken out the garbage
lots of times before that…
Yes, yes. Have some more wine.
Tell me, Linguini, about your interests.
Do you like animals?
What?
Animals? What kind?
The usual, dogs, cats, horses,
guinea pigs,
rats.
I brought you something to…
No, no, no, no!
Spit that out right now!
I have got to teach you about food.
Close your eyes.
Now take a bite of… No! No! No!
– Don’t just hork it down!
– Too late.
Here.
Chew it slowly.
Only think about the taste.
– See?
– Not really.
Creamy, salty sweet,
an oaky nuttiness.
– You detect that?
– Oh, I’m detecting nuttiness.
Close your eyes. Now taste this.
Whole different thing, right?
Sweet, crisp, slight tang on the finish.
– Okay.
– Now, try them together.
Okay.
I think I’m getting
a little something there.
– It might be the nuttiness.
– See?
– Could be the tang.
– That’s it.
Now, imagine every great taste
in the world
being combined
into infinite combinations.
Tastes that no one has tried yet!
Discoveries to be made!
I think…
– You lost me again.
– Yeah.
But that was interesting.
Most interesting garbage I ever…
Hey! What are we doing?
Dad doesn’t know you’re alive yet!
We’ve got to go to the colony!
Everyone will be thrilled!
– Yeah! But…
– What?
Thing is, I kind of have to…
What do you “have to”
more than family?
What’s more important here?
Well, I…
It wouldn’t hurt to visit.
– Have you had a pet rat?
– No.
– Did you work in a lab with rats?
– No.
Perhaps you lived in squalor
at some point?
Nopety nopety no.
You know something about rats!
You know you do!
You know who know do whacka-doo.
Ratta-tatta.
– Hey! Why do they call it that?
– What?
Ratatouille. It’s like a stew, right?
Why do they call it that?
If you’re going to name a food,
you should give it a name
that sounds delicious.
Ratatouille doesn’t sound delicious.
It sounds like “rat” and “patootie.”
Rat patootie.
Which does not sound delicious.
Regrettably we are all out of wine.
My son has returned!
And finding someone to replace you
for poison checker has been a disaster.
Nothing’s been poisoned, thank God,
but it hasn’t been easy.
– You didn’t make it easy.
– I know. I am sorry, Dad.
Well, the important thing
is that you’re home.
Yeah, well, about that…
You look thin. Why is that?
A shortage of food,
or a surplus of snobbery?
It’s tough out there in the big world
all alone, isn’t it?
Sure, but it’s not like I’m a kid anymore.
– Hey. Hey, boy. What’s up?
– I can take care of myself.
I’ve found a nice spot not far away,
so I’ll be able to visit often.
Nothing like a cold splash of reality
to make you…
– Visit?
– I will. I promise. Often.
– You’re not staying?
– No. It’s not a big deal, Dad. I just…
You didn’t think
I was going to stay forever, did you?
Eventually,
a bird’s got to leave the nest.
We’re not birds. We’re rats.
We don’t leave our nests.
We make them bigger.
– Well, maybe I’m a different kind of rat.
– Maybe you’re not a rat at all.
Maybe that’s a good thing.
Hey! The band’s
really on tonight, huh?
Rats. All we do is take, Dad.
I’m tired of taking.
I want to make things.
I want to add something to this world.
– You’re talking like a human.
– Who are not as bad as you say.
– Oh, yeah? What makes you so sure?
– Oh, man.
I’ve been able to
observe them
at a close-ish sort of range.
– Yeah? How close?
– Close enough.
And they’re, you know,
not so bad as you say they are.
Come with me.
I got something I want you to see.
You know, I’m going to stay here.
Make sure the floors and countertops
are clean before you lock up.
Wait. You want me to stay and clean?
Is that a problem?
– No.
– Good boy. See you tomorrow.
We’re here.
Take a good long look, Remy.
Now, this is what happens
when a rat gets
a little too comfortable around humans.
The world we live in
belongs to the enemy.
We must live carefully.
We look out for our own kind, Remy.
When all is said and done,
we’re all we’ve got.
– No.
– What?
No. Dad, I don’t believe it.
You’re telling me that the future is…
Can only be more of this?
This is the way things are.
You can’t change nature.
Change is nature, Dad.
The part that we can influence.
And it starts when we decide.
– Where you going?
– With luck, forward.
Hey! Yeah.
Stop it.
Good morning.
Good morning.
So, the chef,
he invited you in for a drink?
That’s big.
That’s big. What did he say?
What?
What, you can’t tell me?
Forgive me for intruding on your deep,
personal relationship with the chef.
Oh, I see how it is.
You get me to teach you
a few kitchen tricks
to dazzle the boss
and then you blow past me?
Wake up. Wake up.
I thought you were different.
I thought you thought I was different.
I thought…
I didn’t have to help you!
If I looked out only for myself,
I would have let you drown!
But…
I wanted you to succeed. I liked you.
My mistake.
Colette. Wait, wait. Colette!
It’s over, Little Chef.
I can’t do it anymore.
Colette! Wait, wait!
Don’t motorcycle away.
Look, I’m no good with words.
I’m no good with food either.
At least not without your help.
I hate false modesty.
It’s just another way to lie.
– You have talent.
– No, but I don’t! Really! It’s not me.
When I added that extra ingredient
instead of following the recipe
like you said,
That wasn’t me either.
– What do you mean?
– I mean, I wouldn’t have done that.
I would’ve followed the recipe.
I would’ve followed your advice.
I would’ve followed your advice
to the ends of the earth.
– Because I love your advice.
– But…
But I…
Don’t do it.
I have a secret. It’s sort of disturbing.
– I have a…
– What? You…
– I have a ra…
– You have a rash?
No, no, no. I have this…
This tiny little…
Little…
A tiny chef
who tells me what to do.
A tiny chef?
Yes. Yes. He’s…
– He’s up here.
– In your brain?
Why is it so hard to talk to you?
Okay. Here we go.
You inspire me. I’m going to risk it all.
I’m going to risk looking like the
biggest idiot psycho you’ve ever seen.
You want to know why
I’m such a fast learner?
You want to know why
I’m such a great cook?
Don’t laugh! I’m going to show you!
No! No!
– What is it, Ambrister?
– Gusteau’s.
– Finally closing, is it?
– No.
– More financial trouble?
– No, it’s…
Announced a new line
of microwave egg rolls?
What? What? Spit it out.
It’s come back. It’s popular.
– I haven’t reviewed Gusteau’s in years.
– No, sir.
My last review condemned it
– to the tourist trade.
– Yes, sir.
I said, “Gusteau has finally
found his rightful place in history
“right alongside
another equally famous chef,
“Monsieur Boyardee.”
Touché.
That is where I left it.
That was my last word.
– The last word.
– Yes.
Then tell me, Ambrister,
how could it be popular?
No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
The DNA matches, the timing works,
everything checks out.
He is Gusteau’s son.
This can’t just happen!
The whole thing is a setup!
The boy knows!
Look at him out there,
pretending to be an idiot.
He’s toying with my mind
like a cat with a ball of… Something.
– String?
– Yes! Playing dumb.
– Taunting me with that rat.
– Rat?
Yes. He’s consorting with it.
Deliberately trying to make me think
it’s important.
– The rat.
– Exactly!
Is the rat important?
Of course not!
He just wants me to think that it is.
Oh, I see the theatricality of it.
A rat appears on the boy’s first night,
I order him to kill it.
And now he wants me
to see it everywhere.
It’s here! No, it isn’t, it’s here!
Am I seeing things, am I crazy?
Is there a phantom rat or is there not?
But, oh, no!
I refuse to be sucked into
his little game of…
Should I be concerned about this?
About you?
I can’t fire him. He’s getting attention.
If I fire him now,
everyone will wonder why.
And the last thing I want
is people looking into this.
What are you so worried about?
Isn’t it good to have the press?
Isn’t it good to have Gusteau’s name
getting headlines?
Not if they’re over his face!
Gusteau’s already has a face,
and it’s fat and lovable and familiar.
And it sells burritos!
Millions and millions of burritos!
The deadline passes in three days.
Then you can fire him
whenever he ceases to be valuable
and no one will ever know.
I was worried
about the hair sample you gave me.
– I had to send them back to the lab.
– Why?
Because the first time it came back
identified as rodent hair.
– No, no, no.
– What?
Try this. It’s better.
Well, because you…
Rat!
Disgusting little creatures.
I was reminded
how fragile it all was.
How the world really saw me.
And it just kept getting better.
Remy!
Remy!
Psst! Psst!
Hey, hey, hey, little brother!
We were afraid you weren’t going to,
you know, show up.
– Hey, Remy! How you doing?
– You told them?
Emile,
that’s exactly what I said not to do!
But you know these guys.
They’re my friends.
I didn’t think you meant them.
Look, I’m sorry.
Don’t tell me you’re sorry,
tell them you’re sorry.
– Is there a problem over here?
– No, there is not.
Wait here.
It’s locked?
Remy, what are you doing in here?
Okay. Emile shows up with…
Okay, I said not to. I told him…
He goes and blabs to…
Yeah, it’s a disaster.
Anyway, they’re hungry, the food safe
is locked and I need the key.
– They want you to steal food?
– Yes. No! It’s…
– They want you to steal food?
– Yes. No! It’s…
It’s complicated. It’s family.
They don’t have your ideals.
Ideals?
If Chef Fancy Pants had any ideals,
you think I’d be hawking barbecue
over here?
Or microwave burritos?
Or, Tooth, I say,
Tooth Pick’n Chicken?
About as French as a corn dog!
Coming soon!
We’re inventing new ways
to sell out over here.
Will ye be wanting some haggis bites?
I cannot control
how they use my image, Remy.
– I am dead!
– Can you guys shut up?
I’ve got to think! Word’s getting out.
If I can’t keep them quiet,
the entire clan’s gonna be after me
with their mouths open and…
Here it is.
Hey. Your will!
– Oh, this is interesting. Mind if I…
– Not at all.
Linguini?
Why would Linguini be filed
with your will?
This used to be my office.
He’s your son?
– I have a son?
– How could you not know this?
I am a figment of your imagination.
You did not know, how could I?
Well, your son is the rightful owner
of this restaurant!
Well, your son is the rightful owner
of this restaurant!
No! No! The rat!
– Sorry, chef.
– The rat! It’s stolen my documents!
– It’s getting away!
Hey, Mr. Chef!
You!
– Get out of my office.
– He’s not in your office. You are in his.
Bottoms up, Linguini!
Cheers, ja.
Chef! Chef!
Chef Linguini!
Your rise has been meteoric,
yet you have no formal training.
What is the secret to your genius?
Secret? You want the truth?
I am Gusteau’s son.
It’s in my blood I guess.
But you weren’t
aware of that fact until very recently.
No.
And it resulted in
your taking ownership of this restaurant.
How did you find out?
Well, some part of me just knew.
The Gusteau part?
– Where do you get your inspiration?
– Inspiration has many names.
– Mine is named Colette.
– What?
Something’s stuck in my teeth.
Health Inspector.
I wish to report a rat infestation.
It’s taken over my…
Gusteau’s restaurant.
Gusteau’s, eh?
I can drop by. Let’s see.
First opening is three months.
It must happen now!
It’s a gourmet restaurant!
Monsieur, I have the information.
If someone cancels, I’ll slot you in.
But the rat!
You must…
It stole my documents.
It’s past opening time.
He should have
finished an hour ago.
Bonjour, ma chérie.
Join us.
We were just talking
about my inspiration.
Yes, he calls it his tiny chef.
Not that, dearest. I meant you.
– It’s him.
– Ego?
Anton Ego!
Is that Ego?
I can’t believe it.
– You are Monsieur Linguini?
– Hello.
Pardon me for interrupting
your premature celebration,
but I thought it only fair
to give you a sporting chance
as you are new to this game.
– Game?
– Yes.
And you’ve been playing
without an opponent.
Which is, as you may have guessed,
against the rules.
You’re Anton Ego.
You’re slow
for someone in the fast lane.
And you’re thin
for someone who likes food.
I don’t like food. I love it.
If I don’t love it, I don’t swallow.
I will return tomorrow night
with high expectations.
Pray you don’t disappoint me.
Listen, we hate to be rude,
but we’re French, and it’s dinnertime.
She meant to say,
“It’s dinnertime and we’re French.”
Don’t give me that look.
You were distracting me
in front of the press.
How am I supposed to concentrate with
you yanking on my hair all the time?
And that’s another thing.
Your opinion isn’t the only one
that matters here.
Colette knows how to cook, too,
you know.
All right, that’s it!
You take a break, Little Chef.
I’m not your puppet,
and you’re not
my puppet-controlling guy!
The rat is the cook.
You cool off and get your mind right,
Little Chef.
You cool off and get your mind right,
Little Chef.
Ego is coming, and I need to focus!
You stupid…
Wow. I have never seen that before.
Yeah, it’s like you’re his fluffy bunny
or something.
I’m sorry, Remy.
I know there are too many guys.
– I tried to limit…
– You know what?
It’s okay. I’ve been selfish.
– You guys hungry?
– Are you kidding?
All right. Dinner’s on me.
We’ll go after closing time.
– In fact…
– Yeah.
…tell Dad to bring the whole clan.
Little Chef?
This is great, Son.
An inside job. I see the appeal.
Oof!
Little Chef?
Little Chef?
Hey, Little Chef.
I thought you went back
to the apartment.
Then when you weren’t there,
I don’t know…
It didn’t seem right to leave things
the way that we did, so…
Look, I don’t want to fight.
I’ve been under a lot of, you know,
pressure.
A lot has changed
in not very much time, you know?
I’m suddenly a Gusteau.
And I got to be a Gusteau or, you know,
people will be disappointed.
It’s weird.
You know, I’ve never
disappointed anyone before,
because nobody’s
ever expected anything of me.
And the only reason
anyone expects anything from me now
is because of you.
I haven’t been fair to you.
You’ve never failed me,
and I should never forget that.
You’ve been a good friend.
The most honorable friend
a guy could ever ask…
What is this?
What’s going on?
What…
Hey…
You’re…
You’re stealing food? How could you?
I thought you were my friend!
I trusted you!
Get out! You and all your rat buddies!
And don’t come back
or I’ll treat you the way restaurants
are supposed to treat pests!
You’re right, Dad. Who am I kidding?
We are what we are, and we’re rats.
Well, he’ll leave soon,
and now you know how to get in.
Steal all you want.
– You’re not coming?
– I’ve lost my appetite.
Do you know
what you would like this evening, sir?
Yes,
I’d like your heart roasted on a spit.
Come in!
Today’s the big day.
You should say something to them.
– Like what?
– You are the boss. Inspire them.
Attention.
Attention, everyone.
Tonight is a big night.
Appetite is coming,
and he’s going to have a big ego.
I mean, Ego. He’s coming. The critic.
And he’s going to order something.
Something from our menu.
And we’ll have to cook it,
unless he orders something cold.
Just can’t leave it alone,
can you?
You really shouldn’t be here
during restaurant hours. It’s not safe.
I’m hungry!
And I don’t need the inside food
to be happy.
The key, my friend, is to not be picky.
– Observe.
– No, wait!
– Oh, no! No, no! What do we do?
– I’ll go get Dad.
You might think you are a chef
but you are still only a rat.
Sure he took away a star
last time he reviewed this place.
Sure it probably killed… Dad.
– This is very bad juju right here.
– But I’ll tell you one thing…
– Ego is here.
– Ego? He is here?
Anton Ego is just another customer.
Let’s cook!
Yeah! Let’s…
Okay.
So I have in mind
a simple arrangement.
You will create for me a new line
of Chef Skinner frozen foods.
And I, in return, will not kill you.
Au revoir, rat!
Do you know
what you would like this evening, sir?
Yes, I think I do.
After reading a lot of overheated
puffery about your new cook,
you know what I’m craving?
A little perspective.
That’s it. I’d like some fresh, clear,
well seasoned perspective.
Can you suggest
a good wine to go with that?
– With what, sir?
– Perspective. Fresh out, I take it?
I am…
Very well.
Since you’re all out of perspective
and no one else
seems to have it in this bloody town,
I’ll make you a deal.
You provide the food,
I’ll provide the perspective.
Which would go nicely
with a bottle of Cheval Blanc 1947.
I’m afraid I…
Your dinner selection?
Tell your Chef Linguini that I want
whatever he dares to serve me.
Tell him to hit me with his best shot.
I will have whatever he is having.
– So, we have given up.
– Why do you say that?
We are in a cage inside the car trunk
awaiting a future
in frozen food products.
No, I’m the one in a cage. I’ve given up.
You are free.
I am only as free
as you imagine me to be.
As you are.
Oh, please. I’m sick of pretending.
I pretend to be a rat for my father.
I pretend to be a human
through Linguini.
I pretend you exist
so I have someone to talk to!
You only tell me stuff I already know!
I know who I am!
Why do I need you to tell me?
Why do I need to pretend?
But you don’t, Remy.
You never did.
No. My other left!
Dad? Dad, I’m in here!
I’m inside the trunk! What the…
Dad!
– Hey, little brother!
– Emile!
I love you guys!
Where are you going?
Back to the restaurant.
They’ll fail without me.
– Why do you care?
– Because I’m a cook!
It’s your recipe.
How can you not know
your own recipe?
I didn’t write it down. It just came to me.
Then make it come to you again, ja?
Because we can’t serve this!
Where’s my order?
Can’t we serve something else?
Something I didn’t invent?
This is what they’re ordering.
Make them order something else.
Tell them we’re all out.
We cannot be all out. We just opened.
I have another idea.
What if we serve them what they order!
We will make it.
Just tell us what you did.
I don’t know what I did.
We need to tell
the customers something.
Then tell them… Tell them…
– Don’t do it.
– Remy. Remy.
Don’t! Stop!
They’ll see you. Stop.
We’re not talking about me.
We’re talking about what to do right…
Rats!
– Remy!
– Get my knife.
Don’t touch him!
Thanks for coming back, Little Chef.
I know this sounds insane, but…
Well,
the truth sounds insane sometimes.
But that doesn’t mean it’s not
the truth.
And the truth is, I have no talent at all.
But this rat,
he’s the one behind these recipes.
He’s the cook. The real cook.
He’s been hiding under my toque.
He’s been controlling my actions.
He’s the reason I can cook the food
that’s exciting everyone.
The reason Ego is outside that door.
You’ve been giving me credit
for his gift.
I know it’s a hard thing to believe.
But, hey, you believed I could cook,
right?
Look, this works.
It’s crazy, but it works.
We can be
the greatest restaurant in Paris,
and this rat, this brilliant Little Chef,
can lead us there.
What do you say? You with me?
Dad.
Dad, I don’t know what to say.
I was wrong about your friend
and about you.
I don’t want you to think
I’m choosing this over family.
I can’t choose
between two halves of myself.
I’m not talking about cooking.
I’m talking about guts.
This really means that much to you?
We’re not cooks, but we are family.
You tell us what to do,
and we’ll get it done.
– Stop that health inspector!
– Delta Team, go, go, go, go!
The rest of you stay and help Remy.
Team three will be handling fish.
Team four, roasted items.
Team three will be handling fish.
Team four, roasted items.
Team five, grill. Team six, sauces.
Get to your stations. Let’s go, go, go!
Those handling food
will walk on two legs.
We need someone to wait tables.
I’m sorry for any delay,
but we’re a little short tonight.
Please, take all of the time you need.
He came in late one more time
and all of a sudden he…
Make sure that steak
is nice and tenderized.
Work it. Yeah. Stick and move.
Stick and move.
Easy with that sole meunière.
Less salt. More butter.
Only use the mimolette cheese.
Whoa! Compose the salad
like you were painting a picture.
Not too much vinaigrette
on that salade composée.
Don’t let that beurre blanc separate.
Keep whisking.
Gently poach the scallops.
Taste check. Spoons down.
Good. Too much salt. Good.
Don’t boil the consommé,
it’ll toughen the pheasant. Emile!
Sorry.
Colette, wait! Colette.
– You came back. Colette…
– Don’t say a word.
If I think about it,
I might change my mind.
Just tell me what the rat wants to cook.
Ratatouille? It’s a peasant dish.
Are you sure
you want to serve this to Ego?
What? I am making ratatouille.
Well, how would you prepare it?
Ratatouille? They must be joking.
No, it can’t be.
Who cooked the ratatouille?
I demand to know!
I can’t remember the last time
I asked a waiter
to give my compliments to the chef.
And now I find myself
in the extraordinary position
of having my waiter be the chef.
Thanks, but I’m just your waiter tonight.
Then who do I thank for the meal?
Excuse me a minute.
You must be the chef…
If you wish to meet the chef,
you will have to wait
until all the other customer have gone.
So be it.
At first, Ego thinks it’s a joke.
But as Linguini explains,
Ego’s smile disappears.
He doesn’t react
beyond asking an occasional question.
And when the story is done,
Ego stands, thanks us for the meal…
Thank you for the meal.
… and leaves without another word.
The following day his review appears.
In many ways,
the work of a critic is easy.
We risk very little,
yet enjoy a position over those
who offer up their work
and their selves to our judgment.
We thrive on negative criticism,
which is fun to write and to read.
But the bitter truth we critics must face
is that in the grand scheme of things,
the average piece of junk
is probably more meaningful
than our criticism designating it so.
But there are times
when a critic truly risks something
and that is in the discovery
and defense of the new.
The world is often unkind
to new talent, new creations.
The new needs friends.
Last night,
I experienced something new,
an extraordinary meal
from a singularly unexpected source.
To say that both the meal
and its maker
have challenged my preconceptions
about fine cooking
is a gross understatement.
They have rocked me to my core.
In the past, I have made no secret
of my disdain
for Chef Gusteau’s famous motto,
“Anyone can cook.”
But I realize only now
do I truly understand what he meant.
Not everyone
can become a great artist,
but a great artist
can come from anywhere.
It is difficult to imagine
more humble origins
than those of the genius
now cooking at Gusteau’s,
who is, in this critic’s opinion,
nothing less
than the finest chef in France.
I will be returning to Gusteau’s soon,
hungry for more.
I will be returning to Gusteau’s soon,
hungry for more.
It was a great night.
The happiest of my life.
But the only thing predictable
about life is its unpredictability.
Well, we had to let Skinner
and the health inspector loose,
and of course they ratted us out.
The food didn’t matter.
Once it got out
there were rats in the kitchen,
oh, man, the restaurant was closed
and Ego lost his job and his credibility.
But don’t feel too bad for him.
He’s doing very well
as a small business investor.
– He seems very happy.
– How do you know?
Got to go. Dinner rush.
You know how he likes it.
Thanks, Little Chef.
Can I interest you
in a dessert this evening?
– Don’t you always?
– Which one would you like?
Surprise me.
Can I interest you
in a dessert this evening?
Hey, believe me, that story
gets better when I tell it, okay?
Come on. Bring some food over here,
we’re starving!
Yes, Marlin. I see it. It’s beautiful.
So, Coral, when you said
you wanted an ocean view,
you didn’t think you were going
to get the whole ocean, did you?
A fish can breathe out here.
Did your man deliver or did he deliver?
– My man delivered.
– It wasn’t so easy.
Other clownfish
had their eyes on this place.
You better believe they did.
Every single one of them.
You did good
and the neighbourhood is awesome.
– So you do like it, don’t you?
– No, no, I really do like it.
But, Marlin, I know that the Drop Off is
desirable – great schools, amazing view –
but do we really need so much space?
Coral, honey, these are our kids we’re
talking about. They deserve the best.
Look. They’ll wake up, poke their
little heads out and see a whale
right by their bedroom window!
– You’re going to wake the kids.
– Oh, right.
Look.
They’re dreaming.
– We still have to name them.
– All of them? Right now?
All right. We’ll name this half Marlin Jr
and this half Coral Jr.
– Okay, we’re done.
– I like Nemo.
Nemo?
We’ll name one Nemo,
but I’d like most of them to be Marlin Jr.
In a couple of days,
we’re going to be parents!
Yeah.
What if they don’t like me?
No, really.
There’s over 400 eggs.
Odds are one of them is bound to like you.
What?
– You remember how we met?
– I try not to.
Well, I remember.
Excuse me, miss. Can you see
if I have a hook in my lip?
You’ve got to look closer.
– Get away!
– Here he is. Cutie’s here!
Where did everybody go?
Coral, get inside the house.
No, don’t. They’ll be fine. Just get inside.
You. Right now.
No!
Coral!
There, there.
It’s okay. Daddy’s here.
Daddy’s got you.
I promise I will never let
anything happen to you…
Nemo.
– First day of school. Wake up!
– I don’t want to go to school.
– Five more minutes.
– Not you, Dad. Me.
Get up! Time for school!
– All right, I’m up. It’s time for school.
– Oh, boy!
Nemo!
– First day of school!
– Don’t move.
You’ll never get out of there yourself.
I’ll do it.
– You feel a break?
– No.
Sometimes fluid is rushing to the area.
Any rushing fluids?
– No.
– How many stripes do I have?
– Answer the question.
– Three.
No! Something’s wrong with you.
I have one, two…
Three. That’s all I have?
You’re okay. How’s the lucky fin?
– Lucky.
– Let’s see.
Sure you want to go to school this year?
– You can wait five or six years.
– Come on, Dad. It’s time for school.
Forgot to brush.
Do you want this anemone to sting you?
– Yes.
– Brush.
– I’m done.
– You missed a spot.
– Where?
– There.
Right there. And here and here.
We’re excited. First day of school.
Here we go.
We’re ready to learn.
What do we have to remember
about the ocean?
– It’s not safe.
– That’s my boy.
First, we check to see that the coast
is clear. We go out and back in.
Then we go out and back in.
Then one more time. Out and back in.
– If you want to do it four times…
– Dad.
All right. Come on, boy.
Maybe while I’m at school,
I’ll see a shark.
– I doubt that.
– Have you ever met a shark?
– No, and I don’t plan to.
– How old are sea turtles?
Sea turtles? I don’t know.
Sandy Plankton from next door said that
sea turtles live to be about 100 years old.
Sandy Plankton from next door said that
sea turtles live to be about 100 years old.
If I ever meet a sea turtle, I’ll ask him –
after I’m done talking to the shark.
Hold on. Wait to cross.
Hold my fin.
You’re not going to freak out
like you did at the petting zoo.
That snail was about to charge.
I wonder where we’re supposed to go.
– Bye, Mom.
– I’ll pick you up after school.
Come on, you guys.
Stop it. Give it back.
Come on. We’ll try over there.
Excuse me.
Is this where we meet his teacher?
– Look who’s out of the anemone.
– Yes, shocking, I know.
– Look who’s out of the anemone.
– Yes, shocking, I know.
– Marty?
– Marlin.
– Bob.
– Ted.
Phil. Hey, you’re a clownfish.
You’re funny, right? Tell us a joke.
Yeah, good idea.
That’s a common misconception.
Clownfish are no funnier
than other fish.
– Come on, Clowny.
– Do something funny.
All right. I know one joke.
There’s a mollusc. He walks up to…
Well, he swims up.
Actually, the mollusc isn’t moving.
He’s in one place.
And then the sea cucumber…
I’m mixed up.
There was a mollusc and a sea cucumber.
None of them were walking…
Sheldon! Get out of
Mr Johanssen’s yard now!
All right, you kids!
Where’d you go?
Can I go play too?
I would feel better if you go play
over on the sponge beds.
That’s where I would play.
– What’s wrong with his fin?
– He looks funny.
– Hey, what did I do?
– Be nice. It’s his first time at school.
He was born with it.
We call it his lucky fin.
Dad…!
See this tentacle? It’s shorter
than all my other tentacles.
But you can’t really tell.
Especially when I twirl them like this.
I’m H20 intolerant.
I’m obnoxious.
Let’s name the zones
the zones, the zones
Let’s name the zones of the open sea
Mr Ray.
– Come on, Nemo.
– Stay with me.
There’s epipelagic, mesopelagic,
bathyal, abyssalpelagic
All the rest are too deep
for you and me to see
I wonder where my class has gone.
We’re under here.
There you are! Come aboard, explorers.
Knowledge exploring is oh so lyrical
When you think thoughts
that are empirical
Dad, you can go now.
– Hello. Who is this?
– I’m Nemo.
Well, Nemo, all new explorers
must answer a science question.
– Okay.
– You live in what kind of home?
In an anemoninny.
Don’t hurt yourself.
Welcome aboard.
Just so you know – he’s got a little fin.
If he’s having trouble swimming,
let him take a break. 15 minutes.
Dad, it’s time for you to go now.
We’re going to stay together.
Okay, class. Optical orbits up front.
Remember, we keep our
supraesophogeal ganglion to ourselves.
That means you, Jimmy.
– Bye, Nemo.
– Bye, Dad.
Bye, son.
Be safe.
You’re doing well for a first-timer.
You can’t hold on to them
forever, can you?
I had a tough time when
my eldest went out on the Drop Off.
The Drop Off!
They’re going to the Drop Off?
Are you insane?
Why don’t we fry them up now
and serve them with chips?
Marty, calm down.
Don’t tell me to be calm, pony-boy.
– For a clownfish, he isn’t that funny.
– Pity.
Let’s name the species,
the species, the species
Mollusca and gastropoda,
arthropoda, echinoderma, chordata
And some fish like you and me!
Come on. Sing with me.
Seaweed is cool, seaweed is fun
It makes its food
from the rays of the sea
Okay, the Drop Off.
All right, kids. Feel free to explore,
but stay close.
Stromalitic cyanobacteria! Gather.
An ecosystem contained
in one infinitesimal speck.
Come on. Let’s go.
Come on. Sing with me.
There’s porifera, coelenterata,
hydrozoa, scyphozoa
Anthozoa, ctenophora, bryozoas three
Hey, guys, wait up.
Cool.
Saved your life!
You guys made me ink.
What’s that?
I know what that is.
Sandy Plankton saw one.
He said it was called a butt.
Wow. That’s a pretty big butt.
Look at me. I’m going to go touch the butt.
Oh, yeah? Let’s see you get closer.
Okay.
Beat that.
Come on, Nemo. How far can you go?
– My dad says it’s not safe.
– Nemo, no!
Dad?
– You were about to swim into open water.
– No!
Good thing I was here.
– He wasn’t going to go.
– He was too afraid.
– No, I wasn’t.
– This does not concern you.
You’re lucky I don’t tell your parents.
You can’t swim well.
– I can swim fine, Dad, okay?
– No. It’s not okay.
You shouldn’t be near here.
You’ll start school in a year or two.
No. Just because
you’re scared of the ocean…
Clearly you’re not ready.
You think you can do these things,
but you just can’t!
I hate you.
There’s…
nothing to see. Gather there.
Anything I can do?
I am a scientist. Is there any problem?
I didn’t mean to interrupt.
He isn’t a good swimmer.
I think it’s too soon
for him to be out here unsupervised.
– I can assure you, he’s quite safe with me.
– I’m sure he is.
But you have a large class and he can get
lost from sight if you’re not looking.
Oh my gosh! Nemo’s swimming out to sea.
What do you think you’re doing?
You’re going to get stuck and I’m going to
have to get you before another fish does.
Get back here.
I said get back here now!
Stop.
You take one more move, mister…
Don’t you dare.
If you put one fin on that boat…
Are you listening to me?
Don’t touch the boa-…
He touched the butt.
You paddle your little tail back here.
That’s right.
You are in big trouble, young man.
Do you hear me?
Daddy, help me!
I’m coming, Nemo.
Get under me, kids.
No! Dad!
Nemo, no!
No!
Hold on!
Oh, no.
No. It’s gone.
It can’t be gone.
No.
No.
No. Please, no.
Has anybody seen a boat?
Please. A white boat?
My son.
Help me. Please.
Look out!
Sorry. I didn’t see you, sir.
Are you okay?
– He’s gone.
– There, there.
– He’s gone.
– It’s all right.
– It’ll be okay.
– No, they took him away.
I have to find the boat.
– A boat? I’ve seen a boat.
– You have?
– And it passed by not too long ago.
– A white one?
– Hi. I’m Dory.
– Where? Which way?
It went… this way.
– Follow me.
– Thank you.
Thank you so much.
No problem.
Wait.
Will you quit it? I’m trying to swim.
The ocean isn’t big enough for you?
You got a problem, buddy?
Do you?
Want a piece of me? Yeah.
I’m scared now!
– Wait a minute.
– Stop following me.
What? You’re showing me
which way the boat went.
A boat? I’ve seen a boat.
It passed by not too long ago.
A boat? I’ve seen a boat.
It passed by not too long ago.
It went… this way. Follow me.
Wait a minute. What is going on?
You already told me
which way the boat was going.
I did? Oh, no.
If this is some kind of joke,
it’s not funny and I know funny.
– I’m a clownfish.
– No, it’s not. I’m so sorry.
See, I suffer from short-term memory loss.
Short-term memory loss.
– I don’t believe it.
– It’s true.
I forget things almost instantly.
It runs in my family.
At least I think it does.
Where are they?
Can I help you?
Something’s wrong with you. Really.
You’re wasting my time.
I have to find my son.
Hello.
Well, hi!
Name’s Bruce.
It’s all right. I understand.
Why trust a shark, right?
So, what’s a couple of bites like you
doing out so late?
Nothing. We’re not even out.
Great.
Then how would you morsels like to come
to a little get-together I’m having?
– You mean like a party?
– Yeah, right. A party.
– What do you say?
– I love parties. That sounds like fun.
Parties are fun and it’s tempting,
but we can’t because…
Come on. I insist.
Okay. That’s all that matters.
Look. Balloons. It is a party.
Mind your distance, though.
Those balloons can be a bit dodgy.
You wouldn’t want one of them to pop.
Anchor! Chum!
There you are, Bruce. Finally.
– We got company.
– It’s about time, mate.
We’ve gone through the snacks
and I’m starving.
We’ve gone through the snacks
and I’m starving.
– We almost had to have a feeding frenzy.
– Let’s get this over with.
Right then. The meeting
has officially come to order.
Let us all say the pledge.
I am a nice shark,
not a mindless eating machine.
If I am to change this image,
I must first change myself.
Fish are friends, not food.
Except stinking dolphins.
Dolphins! Yeah, they think they’re so cute.
Look, I’m a flipping little dolphin.
Let me flip for you. Ain’t I something?
Today’s meeting is step five:
Bring a Fish Friend.
– Do you all have your friends?
– Got mine.
– Hey there.
– How about you, Chum?
Well, I seem to have misplaced my…
friend.
It’s all right, Chum.
I knew this would be difficult.
Take one of my friends.
Thanks, mate. A little chum for Chum.
I’ll start the testimonies.
Hello. My name is Bruce.
Hello, Bruce.
It has been three weeks since my last fish –
on my honour,
or may I be chopped up
and made into soup.
– You’re an inspiration to us.
– Amen.
– Right, then. Who’s next?
– Pick me. Pick me.
Yes. The little sheila down the front.
Come on up here.
Hi. I’m Dory.
Hello, Dory.
Well, I don’t think I’ve ever eaten a fish.
– Hey, that’s incredible.
– Good on you, mate!
I’m glad I got that off my chest.
Anyone else? How about you, mate?
What’s your problem?
Me? I don’t have a problem.
Okay. Denial.
Just start with your name.
Okay. Hello.
My name is Marlin. I’m a clownfish.
– A clownfish? Really?
– Go on. Tell us a joke.
I love jokes.
I actually do know one that’s pretty good.
There was this mollusc
and he walks up to a sea cucumber.
Normally they don’t talk,
but in a joke, everyone talks.
The sea mollusc says to the cucumber…
Daddy!
Nemo!
– I don’t get it.
– For a clownfish he’s not that funny.
No, he’s my son.
He was taken by these divers.
You poor fish.
– Humans. Think they own everything.
– Probably American.
There is a father looking for his little boy.
What do these markings mean?
– I never knew my father.
– Come here.
– We’re all mates here.
– I can’t read human.
Then we’ve got to find a fish
that can read this. Look. Sharks.
– Guys.
– No, Dory.
– That’s mine. Give it back.
– Cut it out.
I’m sorry. Are you okay?
I’m so sorry.
You really clocked me there.
Am I bleeding?
Dory, are you oka-…?
That’s good.
Intervention!
– Just a bite.
– You hold it together, mate.
– Fish are friends, not food.
– Food!
Dory, look out.
I’m having fish tonight.
Remember the steps, mate.
Just one bite.
G’day.
There’s no way out.
There’s got to be a way to escape.
– Who is it?
– Help me find a way out.
Sorry. You’ll have to come back later.
There’s got to be a way out.
Here’s something. Es-ca-p.
Wonder what that means.
– It’s spelled just like the word escape.
– Let’s go.
Here’s Brucie!
– Wait a minute. You can read?
– I can read? That’s right!
Then here. Read this now.
He doesn’t mean it.
He never even knew his father.
Don’t fall off the wagon.
It’s blocked.
No, Bruce!
Sorry about… Bruce, mate.
He’s really… a nice guy.
I need to get that mask.
You want that mask? Okay.
No!
Quick. Grab the mask.
Oh, no. Bruce.
What?
Swim away!
Is the party over?
Nice.
Dad!
Daddy?
Barbara.
Prep for his anterior crown,
would you, please?
– And I’ll need more cotton rolls.
– All right.
Hello, little fella.
Beauty, isn’t he? I found that guy
struggling for life and I saved him.
Has that Novocaine kicked in yet?
Bubbles!
– My bubbles.
– He likes bubbles.
Slow down, little fella.
There’s nothing to worry about.
– He’s scared to death.
– I want to go home.
Do you know where my dad is?
Honey, your dad’s probably
back at the pet store.
– Like I’m from Bob’s Fish Mart.
– Pet Palace.
– Fish-O-Rama.
– Mail order.
eBay.
– Which one is it?
– I’m from… the ocean.
The ocean!
He hasn’t been decontaminated yet.
Jacques!
Clean him!
Ocean.
He is clean.
The big blue. What’s it like?
Big and blue?
I knew it.
If there’s anything you need,
ask your Auntie Deb. That’s me.
If I’m not around you can always
talk to my sister, Flo. Hi. How are you?
Don’t listen to anything my sister says.
She’s nuts.
– Can’t hear you, Peach.
– I said we got a live one.
– What have we got?
– Root canal.
It’s not going to be pretty.
Clamp installed?
– What did he use to open?
– Glidden drill. He favours that one.
I can’t see, Flo.
– The Schilder technique.
– With a Hedstrom file.
That’s not a Hedstrom file. That’s a K-Flex.
It’s got a teardrop cross section.
A Hedstrom.
– K-Flex!
– Hedstrom!
There I go. Little help. Over here.
I’ll go deflate him.
All right. Go ahead and rinse.
The human mouth is a disgusting place.
– Nigel.
– What did I miss?
– Root canal. It’s a doozy.
– What did he use to open?
– Glidden drill.
– He favours that.
Hope he doesn’t get surplus sealer
at the portal terminus.
– Hello. Who’s this?
– New guy.
– The dentist took him off the reef.
– An outie.
From my neck of the woods?
Sorry if I took a snap at you.
Fish got to swim. Birds got to eat.
No, no. Those aren’t your fish.
They’re my fish. Come on. Go. Shoo.
The picture broke. This here’s Darla.
She’s my niece.
Going to be eight this week. Hey, little fella.
Say hello to your new mummy.
She’s going to be here Friday
to pick you up.
You’re her present.
It’s our little secret.
Well, Mr Tucker, while that sets up,
I’m going to go see a man about a wallaby.
Darla!
– What’s wrong with her?
– She wouldn’t stop shaking the bag.
– Poor Chuckles.
– He was her present last year.
Hitched a ride on the porcelain express.
She’s a fish killer.
I can’t go with that girl.
I have to get back to my dad.
– Daddy! Help me!
– He’s stuck.
Nobody touch him.
Can you help me?
No. You got yourself in there,
you can get yourself out.
– Gill…
– I just want to see him do it, okay?
Calm down. Alternate wiggling
your fins and your tail.
I can’t. I have a bad fin.
Never stopped me.
Just think about what you need to do.
Come on.
Perfect.
– You did it.
– Good squirming.
From the ocean. Just like you, Gill.
Yeah.
I’ve seen that look before.
What are you thinking about?
I’m thinking… tonight we give
the kid a proper reception.
– So, kid, you got a name or what?
– Nemo.
I’m Nemo.
You going to eat that?
Careful of that hammer.
– Dory.
– Sea-Monkey has my money.
Wake up. Get up.
– Come on.
– Yes, I’m a natural blue.
Get up!
Wow. Dusty.
The mask. Where’s the mask?
No! The mask! Get it!
Just keeps going on.
Echo!
– What are you doing?
– I’ve lost the mask.
– Did you drop it?
– You dropped it!
That was my only chance of
finding my son. Now it’s gone.
Hey, Mr Grumpy Gills.
– When you’re down, know what to do?
– I don’t want to know.
Just keep swimming.
Just keep swimming,
swimming, swimming
What do we do? We swim
Dory, no singing.
I love to swim
And when you want to swim
you want to…
I’m going to get stuck
with that song. It’s in my head.
Sorry.
– See anything?
– Something’s got me!
– That was me.
– Who’s that?
Who could it be? It’s me.
Are… are you my conscience?
Yeah. I’m your conscience.
We haven’t spoken for a while.
How are you?
– Can’t complain.
– Good.
Now, Dory, I want you to tell me,
do you see anything?
I see a…
– I see a light.
– A light?
Yeah. Over there.
Hey, conscience, am I dead?
I see it, too.
What is it?
It’s so pretty.
I…
I’m feeling… happy.
Which is a big deal for me.
I want to touch it.
Hey, come back. Come on back here.
I’m going to get you.
I’m going to swim with you.
I’m going to be your best friend
Good feeling’s gone.
I can’t see. I don’t know where I’m going.
– The mask!
– What mask?
Okay. I can’t see a thing.
– Look. A mask.
– Read it!
I’m sorry, but if you could bring it
a little closer. I need the light.
I’m sorry, but if you could bring it
a little closer. I need the light.
That’s great. Keep it right there.
– Just read it!
– Okay, okay.
Mr Bossy.
“P.” Okay. P.
“Sher… ”
P Sher… P Shirley…
P not Shirley.
The first line’s “P Sherman”.
“P Sherman” doesn’t make any sense.
Second line.
“42… ”
Light, please.
“Walla… Wallaby. ”
– The second line’s “42 Wallaby Way”.
– Great.
Just finish up. Speed read. No pressure.
There’s a lot of pressure!
Take a guess, with pressure.
– Sydney. It’s Sydney!
– Duck!
I’m dead.
I died. I’m dead.
We did it, we did it
No eating here tonight,
eating here tonight
No eating here tonight,
you’re on a diet
Dory. What did it say?
What did the mask say?
P Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way, Sydney.
I remembered what it said.
I forget things, but I remembered it.
– P Sherman…
– Where is that?
I don’t know. But who cares?
I remembered.
P Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way, Sydney.
I remembered it again!
Follow me.
State your name.
Nemo.
Brother Bloat, proceed.
Nemo. Newcomer of orange and white.
You have been called forth to
the summit of Mount Wannahockaloogie
to join with us
in the fraternal bonds of tankhood.
– We want you in our club, kid.
– Really?
If you are able to swim through
the Ring of Fire!
Turn on the Ring of Fire.
You said you could do it.
The Ring of Fire!
Bubbles. Let me…
Isn’t there another way?
He’s just a boy.
From this moment on,
you will now be known as… Sharkbait.
Welcome, brother Sharkbait.
Enough with the Sharkbait.
– Sharkbait’s one of us now.
– Agreed.
We can’t send him to his death.
Darla’s coming in five days.
So what are we going to do?
I’ll tell you. We’re going to get him
out of here. We’ll help him escape.
– Escape? Really?
– We’re all going to escape.
Not another one
of your escape plans.
Sorry, but they never work.
– Yeah, why should this be any different?
– Cos we’ve got him.
Me?
– You see that filter?
– Yeah.
You’re the only one who can
get in and out of that thing.
We need you to take a pebble
inside there and jam the gears.
You do that and this tank’s going to get
filthier by the minute.
Soon the dentist
will have to clean the tank.
When he does, he’ll take us out of the tank,
put us in individual baggies.
We’ll roll down the counter,
out of the window,
off the awning, into the bushes,
across the street, into the harbour.
It’s foolproof.
– Who’s with me?
– I.
I think you’re nuts.
No offence, kid,
but you’re not the best swimmer.
He’s fine. He can do this.
So, Sharkbait, what do you think?
Let’s do it.
P Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way, Sydney.
Where are you going?
To P Sherman,
42 Wallaby Way, Sydney.
If you ask where I’m going, I’ll tell you.
P Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way, Sydney.
Where? I’m sorry. I didn’t hear you.
Excuse me.
Hi. Do you know how to get…? Hello?
Wait. Can you tell me..?
Hold it!
Wait a minute. I’m trying to talk to you.
Okay, fellas.
Come back here.
One quick question. I need to…
and they’re gone again.
P Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way, Sydney.
Why do I have to tell you again?
– I don’t get tired of it.
– All right, here’s the thing.
I think it’s best if I carry on from here by…
– By myself.
– Okay.
You know. Alone.
Without… well, not without you,
but I don’t want you… with me.
I don’t want to hurt you.
– You want me to leave?
– Well, not… Yes. Yeah.
I just can’t afford any more delays.
You’re one of those fish that cause delays.
Sometimes it’s a good thing.
There’s a group of fish.
– They’re delay fish.
– You mean…
You mean you don’t… like me?
No, of course I like you.
Because I like you
I don’t want to be with you.
It’s a complicated emotion.
Don’t cry. I like you.
Hey, you.
Lady, is this guy bothering you?
– I don’t remember. Were you?
– No, no. We’re just…
Do you guys know how I can get…
We’re talking to the lady, not you.
– You like impressions?
– Mm-hm.
Okay. Just like in rehearsals, gentlemen.
What are we? Take a guess.
– I’ve seen one of those.
– I’m a fish with a nose like a sword.
It’s a swordfish.
Hey, clown-boy, let the lady guess.
Where’s the butter?
– It’s on the tip of my tongue.
– Lobster.
– Saw that.
– What?
– Lots of legs.
– Clam?
Close enough.
It’s a whale of a tale I’ll tell you, lad
– They’re good.
– Would somebody give me directions?
Would somebody give me directions?
I’m serious.
Thank you.
Oh, dear. Hey, come back.
What’s the matter?
While they’re doing impressions,
I am miles from home with a fish
that can’t even remember her own name.
– How frustrating.
– My son is out there.
– Your son Chico?
– Nemo.
It doesn’t matter. Cos no fish
in this ocean is going to help me.
I’m helping you.
Wait right here.
– Guys.
– Is he bothering you again?
No, he’s a good guy.
Go easy on him. He’s lost his son Fabio.
Heard of P Sherman,
42 Wallaby Way, Sydney?
Sydney? Oh, sure.
Ted here’s got relatives in Sydney.
Don’t you, Ted?
– Sure do.
– Hey, they know Sydney!
– You wouldn’t know how to get there?
– Follow the EAC.
That’s East Australian Current.
Big current. You can’t miss it. It’s in…
that direction.
Then you got to follow that for about…
what do you guys think? Three leagues?
That baby’s going to
float you right past Sydney.
That’s great!
– Dory, you did it.
– Oh, please.
I’m just your little helper. Helping along.
– Fellas, thank you.
– Don’t mention it.
Just loosen up. Okay, buddy?
You guys. You really nailed him. Bye.
– Ma’am. One more thing.
– Yes?
When you come to this trench,
swim through it, not over it.
Trench. Through it.
Not over it. I’ll remember.
Wait up, partner. Hold on.
Wait. I’ve got to tell you something.
Nice trench.
Hello!
– Okay, let’s go.
– No, no. Bad trench.
– We’re going to swim over this thing.
– Whoa, partner. Red flag going up.
Something’s telling me
we should swim through it.
Are you looking at this thing?
It’s got death written on it.
I’m sorry, but I think
we should swim through.
– I’m done talking about this. Over we go.
– Come on. Trust me on this.
– Trust you?
– Yes. Trust. It’s what friends do.
– Something shiny!
– Where?
– It just swam over the trench. Come on.
– Okay.
– Boy, it sure is clear up here.
– Exactly.
And look at that.
There’s the current.
We should be there in no time.
– Hey, little guy.
– You wanted to go through the trench.
I shall call him Squishy and
he shall be mine. Come here, Squishy.
Come here, little Squishy.
– Dory, that’s a jellyfish.
– Bad Squishy.
Get away.
– Let me see.
– Don’t touch it.
I’m not going to touch it.
I just want to look.
How come it didn’t sting you?
It did. Hold still.
I live in this anemone and I’m used to
these kind of stings. Come here.
You’re going to be fine.
But now we know
that we don’t want to touch these again.
Let’s be thankful it was just a little one.
Don’t move.
This is bad, Dory.
You can’t catch me.
Don’t bounce on the tops. They will…
not sting you.
– The tops don’t sting you.
– Two in a row. Beat that.
Listen to me. I have an idea.
– A game.
– A game?
I love games. Pick me.
Here’s the game. Whoever can hop
the fastest out of these jellyfish wins.
– Okay!
– Rules.
Don’t touch the tentacles.
Only the tops.
Something about tentacles. Got it.
On your mark. Get set. Go!
Wait!
Go faster if you want to win.
Wait a minute.
So, we’re cheating death now.
We’re having fun at the same time.
I can do this. Just be careful.
– Careful I don’t make you cry when I win.
– I don’t think so.
Give it up. You can’t fight evolution.
I was built for speed.
– The question is, are you hungry?
– Hungry?
Yeah. Cos you’re about to eat my bubbles!
Duck to the left, back
and coming over… right there!
The clownfish is the winner.
We did it. Look at us!
Oh, no.
Am I disqualified?
You’re doing fine.
You’re winning.
You got to stay awake.
Where does P Sherman live?
P Sherman, Wallaby Way, Sydney.
That’s it!
Stay awake.
– Awake.
– P Sherman…
42 Wallaby Way…
– Wake up.
– Sydney.
Nemo…
– You miss your dad, don’t you, Sharkbait?
– Yeah.
Well, you’re lucky to have someone
out there who’s looking for you.
He’s not looking for me.
He’s scared of the ocean.
Peach? Any movement?
He’s had four cups of coffee.
It’s got to be soon.
Keep on him.
My first escape, landed on dental tools.
– I was aiming for the toilet.
– The toilet?
All drains lead to the ocean, kid.
Wow. How many times
have you tried to get out?
I’ve lost count. Fish aren’t meant to be
in a box, kid. It does things to you.
The bubbles!
Potty break! He just grabbed the
Reader’s Digest. We have 4.2 minutes.
That’s your cue.
– You can do it, kid.
– We got to be quick.
Once you get in,
swim to the bottom of the chamber.
– I’ll talk you through the rest.
– Okay.
Go on. It’ll be a piece of kelp.
– Nicely done. Can you hear me?
– Yeah.
Here comes the pebble.
Now, do you see a small opening?
Inside it, you’ll see a rotating fan.
Very carefully, wedge that pebble
into the fan to stop it turning.
Careful, Sharkbait.
– I can’t do it.
– This isn’t a good idea.
He’ll be fine. Try again!
Okay.
That’s it, Sharkbait.
Nice and steady.
– I got it, I got it!
– He did it.
That’s great, kid.
Now swim up the tube and out.
Oh, no! Gill!
Sharkbait! Get him out of there!
– Help him!
– What do we do?
Stay calm, kid. Just don’t panic.
– Help me!
– Sharkbait, grab hold of this.
No!
– Feed me more.
– That’s it.
Come on, Sharkbait. Grab it.
– I got it.
– Pull!
Gill, don’t make him go back in there.
No. We’re done.
Dude?
Focus, dude.
Dude?
He lives. Hey, dude.
– What happened?
– I saw the whole thing, dude.
First you were all, like, whoa!
And then we were all, like, whoa!
– Then you were, like, whoa…
– What are you talking about?
You, mini-man! Taking on the jellies.
You got serious thrill issues, dude.
Awesome.
Oh, my stomach.
Man, no hurling on the shell.
I just waxed it.
– So, Mr Turtle…
– Dude, Mr Turtle is my father.
Name’s Crush.
Crush? Really?
Okay, Crush.
Listen, I need to get to the
East Australian Current.
EAC?
Dude…
You’re riding it, dude.
Check it out.
Okay, grab shell, dude.
Grab what?
Righteous!
So…
what brings you on this fine day
to the EAC?
Well, Dory and I need to get to Sydney.
Dory! Is she all right?
Oh, little blue.
She is sub-level, dude.
I’m so sorry.
This is all my fault. It’s my fault.
29, 30! Ready or not here I come!
There you are.
Catch me if you can.
Up you go.
Oh, my goodness.
Kill the motor, dude.
Let us see what Squirt does flying solo.
That was so cool.
Hey, Dad. Did you see that?
Did you see me?
– Did you see what I did?
– You so totally rock, Squirt.
Give me some fin.
Noggin.
Dude.
Intro. Jellyman, Offspring.
Offspring, Jellyman.
– Jellies? Sweet.
– Totally.
Apparently, I must have done
something you liked… dudes.
You rock, dude.
Curl away, my son.
It’s awesome, Jellyman.
When the little dudes are eggs
we leave them on a beach to hatch,
and coo-coo-cachoo, they find
their way back to the big ol’ blue.
– All by themselves?
– Yeah!
But, dude, how do you know
when they’re ready?
You never really know, but when
they know, you’ll know. You know?
– Hey, look everybody.
– I know that dude.
It’s the Jellyman.
– Well go on. Jump on him.
– Turtle pile!
Wait. Kids!
– You funny?
– Where’s your shell?
– Do your stripes come off?
– I need to breathe.
Did you cross the jellyfish forest?
– One at a time.
– Mr Fish, did you die?
Sorry. I was vague on the details.
– So where are you going?
– You see, my son was taken.
My son was taken away from me.
– No way.
– What happened?
No, kids. I don’t want to talk about it.
– Come on.
– Please.
Well, okay.
I live on this reef, a long way from here.
This is going to be good.
I can tell.
My son, Nemo, he was mad at me.
Maybe he wouldn’t have done it if I
hadn’t been so tough on him. I don’t know.
He swam in the open water
to this boat
and these divers appeared
and I tried to stop them.
The boat was too fast,
so we swam out in the ocean…
He couldn’t stop them. Then Nemo’s dad,
he swims out to the ocean
and they bump into three sharks.
He scares them away
by blowing them up.
– Amazing.
– And then dives thousands of feet…
Down into the dark. It’s wicked
dark there. You can’t see a thing.
The only thing
they can see down there is…
This horrible creature with
razor-sharp teeth! Nice parry.
He has to blast his way…
These fish have been searching the ocean
for days on the East Australian Current.
He may be on his way here right now.
– That puts him in Sydney Harbour…
– In a few days.
He’s going to stop at nothing…
.. stop at nothing until he finds his son.
I hope he makes it.
That’s one dedicated father,
if you ask me.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
Would you just shut up?
You’re rats with wings.
.. been looking for his boy, Nemo.
– He was taken off the reef by divers…
– There. Take it.
Say that again.
You said something about Nemo.
Last I heard,
he’s heading towards the harbour.
Brilliant.
Is he doing okay?
Is he doing okay?
I don’t know, but whatever you do,
don’t mention D, A, R…
It’s okay. I know who you’re talking about.
Gill?
Hey, Sharkbait.
– I’m sorry I couldn’t stop…
– I’m the one who should be sorry.
I was so ready to get out,
so ready to taste that ocean,
I was willing to put you
in harm’s way to get there.
Nothing should be worth that.
I’m sorry I couldn’t get you
back to your father, kid.
All right.
What the…?
Well, that’s one way to pull a tooth.
Darn kids.
Well, good thing I pulled the right one, eh?
Nigel, you just missed an extraction.
Has he loosened
the periodontal ligament yet?
What am I talking about? Where’s Nemo?
I’ve got to speak with him.
Your dad’s been fighting the ocean
looking for you.
My father? Really?
He’s travelled miles.
– He’s been battling sharks and jellyfish.
– Sharks?
– That can’t be him.
– Are you sure? What was his name?
Some sort of sport fish. Tuna? Trout?
– Marlin?
– That’s it.
– The clownfish from the reef.
– It’s my dad! He took on a shark!
I heard he took on three.
– Three sharks?
– That’s 4,800 teeth!
After you were taken by Diver Dan,
your dad followed the boat like a maniac.
Really?
He’s giving it all he’s got
and then three sharks capture him
and he blows ’em up
and dives thousands of feet
and gets chased
by a monster with huge teeth!
He ties the demon to a rock.
What’s his reward?
He gets to battle a jellyfish forest.
Now he’s with sea turtles
on the East Australian Current
and the word is he’s headed this way,
right now, to Sydney!
– What a good daddy.
– He was looking for you after all.
– He’s swimming in the filter.
– Not again.
Sharkbait!
– No!
– You’ve got your life ahead of you.
– We’ll help you.
– Get him out.
– Get him out of there.
– Come on, kid. Grab the end.
Are you okay?
Can you hear me, Sharkbait?
Nemo? Can you hear me?
Yeah, I can hear you.
Sharkbait, you did it.
Sharkbait, you’re… covered with germs!
That took guts.
All right, we have less than
48 hours before Darla gets here.
This tank will get plenty dirty in that time,
but we have to help it along.
– Jacques, no cleaning.
– I shall resist.
Everybody else, be as gross as possible.
Think dirty thoughts.
We’re going to make this tank so filthy,
the dentist will have to clean it.
Good work.
All right, we’re here, dudes.
Get ready! Your exit’s coming up, man.
– Where? I don’t see it.
– Right there. I see it.
– You mean the swirling vortex of terror?
– That’s it, dude.
– Of course it is.
– First, find your exit buddy.
– Do you have your exit buddy?
– Yes.
Squirt here will now give you a rundown
on proper exiting technique.
Good afternoon. We’re going to have
a great jump today.
Crank a hard cutback as you hit the wall.
There’s a screaming bottom turn,
so watch out.
Remember, rip it, roll it and punch it!
It’s like he’s trying to speak to me,
I know it.
You’re really cute, but I don’t know what
you’re saying. Say the first thing again.
Okay, Jellyman. Go!
That was… fun.
I actually enjoyed that.
Hey, look! Turtles.
Most excellent.
Now, turn your fishy tails around
and swim straight on through to Sydney.
No worries, man.
No worries. Thank you, Dude Crush.
– Bye.
– See you, Jellyman.
Tell your little dude I said hi, okay?
– See ya later, dudes.
– Bye, everyone.
Nemo would have loved this.
Hey, Crush. I forgot. How old are you?
150, dude!
And still young. Rock on!
150. I got to remember that.
– We going in there?
– Yep.
P Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way, Sydney?
Yep.
We’re going to just swim straight.
Just keep swimming
Boy, this is taking a while.
How about we play a game?
– Okay.
– Okay, I’m thinking of something orange.
– And it’s small…
– It’s me.
Right.
This one you’ll never guess.
It’s orange and small.
It’s me.
All righty, Mr Smarty Pants.
It’s orange and small and white stripes…
It’s orange and small and white stripes…
Me. And the next one – just a guess – me.
– Okay. That’s just scary.
– Wait. I’ve seen this floating speck before.
That means we’ve passed it.
That means we’re not going straight.
We got to get to the surface.
We’ll figure it out up there.
Relax. Take a deep breath.
Now, let’s ask somebody for directions.
Fine. Who? The speck?
There’s nobody here.
There has to be someone. It’s the ocean.
We’re not the only two in here. Let’s see…
Okay, no one there.
Nope.
Nada.
There’s somebody. Hey, excu-…
I’m thinking of something mysterious.
It’s a fish we don’t know, and if we
ask it directions, it could ingest us.
What is it with men
and asking for directions?
Don’t play the gender card.
Let’s play the “let’s not die” card.
– Want to get out of here?
– Of course.
How are we going to do that unless
we give it a shot and hope for the best?
– You don’t fully understand.
– Trust me on this.
All right.
Excuse me? Little fella?
Hello.
Don’t be rude. Say hi.
Hello.
– His son Bingo…
– Nemo.
– .. was taken to…
– Sydney.
Sydney, yes.
It’s really important
that we get there as fast as we can.
Can you help us out?
Come on, little fella. Come on.
Dory, I’m a little fella.
I don’t think that’s a little fella.
Big fella. Whale. Okay.
Maybe he only speaks whale.
We need
to find his son.
What are you doing?
Are you sure you speak whale?
Can you give us…
– Heaven knows what you’re saying.
– .. directions?
– See, he’s swimming away.
– Come back.
You’ve offended him.
Maybe a different dialect.
This is not whale.
You’re speaking, like, upset stomach.
– Maybe I should try humpback.
– No, don’t try humpback.
– You sound sick.
– Maybe louder, huh?
– Don’t do that.
– Too much orca.
– Didn’t that sound a little orca-ish?
– It sounds like nothing I’ve ever heard.
– Just as well. He might be hungry.
– Whales don’t eat clownfish. They eat krill.
– Swim away!
– Look! Krill.
Move, Dory!
Look at that. Would you look at that?
Filthy. Absolutely filthy.
And it’s all thanks to you, kid.
You made it possible.
Jacques, I said no cleaning.
I am ashamed.
Look. Scum angel.
Bubbles! I love the bubbles.
Flo? Has anybody seen Flo?
9.00, and cue dentist.
Barbara. Sorry I’m late.
Okay. Here we go.
Little Davey Reynolds.
– Walks to the counter, drops the keys…
– Bloat, that’s disgusting.
Tastes pretty good to me.
Don’t you realise
we are swimming in our own…
– Here he comes.
– What the…?
Crikey. What a state.
Barbara, what’s my earliest
appointment tomorrow?
– 10.00, love.
– Leave it open.
I’ve got to clean the fish tank
before Darla gets here.
– You hear that, Sharkbait?
– Yay! He’s going to clean the tank!
Yeah, we’re going to be clean!
– Ready to see your dad?
– Uh-huh.
Course you are.
I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s out there
in the harbour waiting for you right now.
I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s out there
in the harbour waiting for you right now.
Yeah.
Here comes a big one.
Come on. You got to try this.
– Will you just stop it?
– Why? What’s wrong?
– We’re in a whale. Don’t you get it?
– A whale?
A whale. Cos you had to ask for help.
And now we’re stuck here.
– A whale? You know, I speak whale.
– You’re insane. You can’t speak whale.
I have to get out. I have to find my son.
I have to tell him how old sea turtles are.
You okay?
There, there.
It’s all right. It’ll be okay.
No. It won’t.
Sure it will. You’ll see.
No. I promised him I’d never
let anything happen to him.
That’s a funny thing to promise.
What?
You can’t never let anything
happen to him.
Then nothing would ever happen to him.
Not much fun for little Harpo.
– What’s going on?
– Don’t know. I’ll ask him.
What’s
going
on?
– I think he says we’ve stopped.
– Of course we’ve stopped.
Stop trying to speak whale.
You’ll make things worse.
What is that noise?
Oh, no. Look what you did.
The water’s going down.
– You sure about that?
– Look. Already it’s half-empty.
– I’d say it’s half-full.
– Stop that. It’s half-empty!
Okay, that one was a little tougher.
He either said we should go
to the back of the throat
or he wants a root beer float.
Of course he wants us to go there.
That’s eating us.
How do I taste, Moby? Do I taste good?
Tell him I’m not interested in being lunch.
– Okay. He’s…
– Stop talking to him.
– What is going on?
– I’ll check. What…
No. No more whale.
You can’t speak whale.
Yes, I can.
No, you can’t.
You think you can do these things,
but you can’t, Nemo.
Okay.
He says it’s time to let go.
Everything’s going to be all right.
How do you know?
How do you know something bad
isn’t going to happen?
I don’t.
We’re alive.
Look. Syd-ney.
Sydney!
Sydney again.
You were right. We made it!
We’re going to find my son.
Thank you, sir.
Wow. I wish I could speak whale.
Now we find the boat that took him.
– Right.
– Come on. We can do this!
Morning. It’s morning, everyone.
Today’s the day. The sun is shining, the
tank is clean and we are getting out of…
The tank is clean.
But how?
Boss must have installed it
while we were sleeping.
– What are we going to do?
– What’s it say?
I can’t hear you, Peach.
The Aquascum 2003 is an all-purpose,
self-cleaning salt-water purifier
that extends the life of your aquarium fish.
Stop it!
The Aquascum is programmed
to scan your tank… every five minutes?
Scan? What does that mean?
Temperature 82 degrees,
pH balance normal.
Nice.
Curse you, Aquascum.
– That’s it for the escape plan.
– Then what are we going to do…
Darla!
Stay down, kid.
– False alarm.
– My nerves can’t take much more.
What are we going to do
when that brat gets here?
– I’m thinking.
– Help!
– Help me!
– Hold on. I’m coming.
Swim down! Come on, kid.
Everybody jump in.
What the…?
Good work.
– Gill!
– Nemo!
– Roll, kid! Lean, kid! Roll!
– Go to the window.
That would have been a nasty fall.
– I don’t want to go belly-up!
– Calm down, Nemo.
You won’t go belly-up. I promise.
You’re going to be okay.
Darla!
Do any of these boats look familiar to you?
No, but the boat has to be here.
– We’re going to find it.
– I’m totally excited.
– Are you excited?
– Dory, wake up. Come on.
Duck!
That’s not a duck. It’s a… pelican!
No! I didn’t come this far
to be breakfast.
Hey, Nigel. Would you look at that?
What?
Sun’s barely up and Gerald’s
had more than he can handle.
Yeah. Reckon somebody
ought to help the poor guy.
Well, don’t everybody fly off at once!
All right, Gerald. What is it?
Fish got your tongue?
Love a duck!
I’ve got to find my son Nemo.
He’s that fish that’s been
fighting the whole ocean.
Hey, I know where your son i-…
Wait. Come back.
– Stop!
– Keep going. He’s crazy.
I’ve got something to tell you.
Mine.
Okay. Don’t make any sudden moves.
Hop inside my mouth if you want to live.
Hop into your mouth?
And how does that make me live?
Mine?
Because I can take you to your son.
Yeah, right!
No. I know your son. He’s orange.
He’s got a gimpy fin on one side.
That’s Nemo!
Fasten your seat belts!
Everybody hold on!
Too loud. Too loud for me.
Twinkle, twinkle little star
Find a happy place.
Darla, your uncle will see you now.
All right. Let’s see those pearly whites.
I’m a piranha.
They’re in the Amazon.
And a piranha’s a fish.
Just like your present.
– I got a fishy!
– Oh, no.
Poor little guy.
He’s dead.
Yay! Fishy, fishy, fishy!
Must have left your present
in the car, sweetie. I’ll go and get it.
He’s still alive!
Why is he playing dead?
He’s going to get flushed down the toilet.
He’s going to get out of here.
– What a smart little guy.
– No, not the trash can!
I found his dad.
– Where’s Nemo?
– Dentist!
– He’s over there.
– What’s a dentist?
– Get in there.
– I can’t go in there.
Oh, yes you can. Charge!
What the…?
Darla, sweetie, look out.
Hold still. Easy, easy.
Hold still!
It’s all right.
Nobody’s going to hurt you.
– Oh, my goodness.
– Gotcha!
Daddy?
Out with you. And stay out!
– Daddy?
– Fishy?
Wake up!
– Oh, no!
– To the top of Mt. Wannahockaloogie.
Why are you sleeping?
– Hurry!
– Bloat!
Ring of Fire!
Fishy!
– Get it out!
– Crikey!
The animals have gone mad!
Get it out!
– Smack her in the head!
– Go, Gill, go!
There’s a fish in my hair!
– Gill.
– Sharkbait.
Tell your dad… I said hi.
Go get him.
He did it!
– I’m happy.
– Is he going to be okay?
Don’t worry.
All drains lead to the ocean.
Fishy!
Daddy!
I’m so sorry.
Truly I am.
If it wasn’t for you,
I never would have even made it here.
So thank you.
Hey, wait a minute.
Wait. Where are you going?
It’s over, Dory. We were too late.
Nemo’s gone.
I’m going home now.
No. No, you can’t.
Stop!
Please don’t go away. Please?
No one’s ever stuck with me
for so long before.
And if you leave…
I remember things better with you. Look.
P Sherman, 42…
I remember it. It’s there. I know it is.
Because when I look at you,
I can feel it.
And I look at you and I…
I’m home.
Please. I don’t want that to go away.
I don’t want to forget.
I’m sorry, Dory,
but I do.
– Manna from heaven.
– Sweet nectar of life.
– This is our spot.
– Go on. Get out of here.
Too right, mate!
I got a live one here!
– Have you seen my dad?
– Gotcha!
– Come back here.
– You let him go!
Dad!
No!
Excuse me.
– Are you all right?
– I don’t know where I am.
I don’t know what’s going on. I think I lost
somebody, but I can’t remember.
It’s okay.
I’m looking for someone, too.
We can look together.
– I’m Dory.
– I’m Nemo.
That’s a nice name.
Dad!
– Wait a minute. Is it your dad or my dad?
– My dad.
– Got it. Dad!
– Where are we anyway?
“Sydney. ”
P Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way, Sydney.
– Nemo!
– What?
It’s you! Nemo!
Yes. I’m Nemo.
You’re Nemo. You were dead. I saw you.
And then… Here you are.
You’re not dead.
And your father… your father!
My father? You know my father?
Where is he?
He went this way. Quick!
Have you seen an orange fish swim by?
– It looks like him.
– But bigger.
I saw him,
but I’m not telling you where he went.
And there’s no way
you’re going to make me.
Mine.
All right. I’ll talk!
He went to the fishing grounds.
– Hey, look out.
– Sorry.
I’m just trying to get home.
– Daddy!
– Nemo?
– Dad!
– Nemo’s alive!
Dory?
– Nemo!
– Daddy!
– I’m coming, Nemo!
– Dad!
Thank goodness.
It’s all right, son.
It’s going to be okay.
Turn around.
You’re going the wrong way.
– Look out!
– Move!
– Dory!
– Come on.
Help! Get us out!
No, no, no! Dory!
– Dad, I know what to do.
– Nemo, no!
We have to tell all the fish
to swim down together.
– Get out of there.
– This will work.
No, I am not going to lose you again.
There’s no time.
It’s the only way we can save Dory.
I can do this.
You’re right. I know you can.
– Lucky fin.
– Now, go. Hurry!
Tell all the fish to swim down.
Well, you heard my son. Come on.
– Dory, you have to tell everybody to…
– Swim down together.
Do you understand what I’m saying?
Swim down!
– Everybody swim down.
– Come on. You have to swim down.
Down! Swim down!
Swim down!
Don’t give up! Keep swimming!
Just keep swimming!
That’s it!
It’s working!
Keep swimming!
Just keep swimming!
– Come on, Dad!
– You’re doing great, son.
– That’s my dad.
– Let’s get to the bottom.
Just keep swimming
Almost there. Keep swimming!
Where’s Nemo?
There!
Oh, no. Nemo!
It’s okay. Daddy’s here. Daddy’s got you.
– Daddy?
– Oh, thank goodness.
Daddy…
– I don’t hate you.
– Oh, no, no.
I’m so sorry, Nemo.
Hey, guess what?
– What?
– Sea turtles…
I met one.
And he was 150 years old.
150?
Yep.
Cos Sandy Plankton said
they only lived to be 100.
Sandy Plankton?
Think I would cross the ocean and
not know as much as Sandy Plankton?
He was 150! Not 100.
Who is this Sandy Plankton
that knows everything wrong?
Time for school! Time for school!
Get up! Let’s go!
– I’m going to win.
– No, you’re not.
– I did it.
– My own son beats me.
Climb aboard, explorers.
So then the sea cucumber looks over
at the mollusc and says,
“With fronds like these,
who needs anemones?”
Well, hello, Nemo. Who’s this?
– Exchange student.
– I’m from the EAC, dude.
– Sweet.
– Totally.
Seriously, Marty, did you really do
all the things you say you did?
Pardon me.
Hello.
Don’t be alarmed.
We wanted to make sure
our newest member got home safely.
– Thanks.
– We’ll see you next week.
– Keep up with the program, Dory.
– Remember, fish are friends.
Not food! Bye!
Hold on. Here we go.
Next stop, knowledge.
Bye, son. Have fun.
Bye, Dad.
Mr Ray, wait. I forgot something.
Love you, Dad.
I love you, too, son.
Dad? You can let go now.
Sorry.
Now go have an adventure.
Goodbye. See you later, dudes.
– Bye, Elmo.
– Nemo.
– Nemo. Bye, Nemo.
– See you after school, Dory.
Bye, Dad.
Bye, son.
Barbara.
I don’t understand it.
Here this thing has a lifetime guarantee
and it breaks.
Had to clean the tank myself,
take the fish out, put ’em in bags and…
Where’d the fish go?
Come on, Peach!
You got it. That’s it. You can do it.
That’s the shortest red light
I’ve ever seen.
Now what?
please say why you decided to be a cunt today and post the entirety of the finding nemo script on shadbase. Maybe plus or minus some shit i just skimmed it
– Is this on?
– That’s fine.
I can break through walls,
I just can’t…
– That’s fine.
– I can’t get this on.
Mr. Incredible…
Do you have a secret identity?
Every superhero has a secret identity.
I don’t know a single one who doesn’t.
Who wants the pressure
of being super all the time?
Of course I have a secret identity.
Can you see me in this
at the supermarket? Come on.
Who’d want to go shopping as Elastigirl,
know what I mean?
Superladies, they’re always trying
to tell you their secret identity.
Think it’ll strengthen
the relationship or something.
I said, “Girl, I don’t want to know
about your mild-mannered alter ego.”
I mean, you tell me you’re
a super-mega-ultra-lightning-babe,
that’s all right with me.
I’m good. I’m good.
No matter how many times
you save the world,
it always manages to get back
in jeopardy again.
Sometimes I just want it to stay saved,
you know?
For a little bit. I feel like the maid.
“I just cleaned up this mess.
Can we keep it clean
for ten minutes?”
I could get to that point.
– “Please?”
– We’re not finished.
Sometimes I think I’d just like
the simple life, you know?
Relax a little and raise a family.
Settle down? Are you kidding?
I’m at the top of my game!
I’m up there with the big dogs!
Girls, come on.
Leave the saving of the world
to the men? I don’t think so.
I don’t think so.
We interrupt
for a bulletin.
A high-speed pursuit between
police and armed gunmen is underway,
traveling northbound on San Pablo Ave.
Yeah, I’ve got time.
Mr. Incredible.
– What is it, ma’am?
– My cat, Squeaker, won’t come down.
Certainly. I suggest you stand clear.
There could be trouble.
No, he’s quite tame.
Let go now.
Thank you, Mr. Incredible.
You’ve done it again.
– You’re the best.
– No, I’m just here to help.
All units.
We have a tour bus robbery…
Tour bus robbery. I’ve still got time.
Officers. Ma’am. Squeaker.
– Cool! Ready for take-off!
– What the…?
– Who are you supposed to be?
– I’m IncrediBoy.
What? No.
You’re that kid from the fan club.
Brophy. Brody.
Buddy! Buddy!
My name is IncrediBoy.
I’ve been nice, I’ve stood for photos,
signed every scrap of paper
you pushed at me…
No, don’t worry about training me.
I know your moves,
crime fighting style,
favorite catch phrases, everything!
I’m your number one fan!
Hey! Hey, wait!
You know…
…you can tell a lot about a woman
by the contents of her purse,
but maybe that’s not
what you had in mind.
Hey, look…
Elastigirl.
Mr. Incredible.
– It’s all right. I’ve got him.
– Sure, you’ve got him.
– I just took him out for you.
– Sure, you did.
– His attention was on me.
– A fact I exploited to do my job.
– My job, you mean.
– A simple thank you will suffice.
Thanks, but I don’t need any help.
Whatever happened to “ladies first”?
Well, whatever happened
to equal treatment?
Look, the lady got me first.
– Well, we could share, you know.
– I work alone.
Well, I think you need to be more…
…flexible.
Are you doing anything later?
I have a previous engagement.
Now, you just stay here.
They usually pick up
the garbage in an hour.
– Hey, Incredible!
– Hey, Frozone!
– Shouldn’t you be getting ready?
– I still got time.
He’s gonna jump!
I think you broke something.
With counseling,
I think you’ll come to forgive me.
Wait a minute.
Bomb Voyage.
And IncrediBoy!
IncrediBoy?
Aren’t you curious about how I get
around so fast? I have rocket boots.
– Go home, Buddy. Now.
– What?
Can we talk?
You always say be true to yourself,
but you never say
which part to be true to.
Well, I’ve finally figured out who I am.
I am your ward… IncrediBoy!
And now, you have officially
carried it too far, Buddy.
This is because I don’t have powers,
isn’t it?
Not every superhero has powers,
you know.
You can be super without them.
I invented these.
I can fly. Can you fly?
Fly home, Buddy. I work alone.
Just give me one chance!
I’ll show you. I’ll go get the police.
– Buddy, don’t!
– It’ll only take a second, really.
No, stop!
There’s a bomb!
Let go, you’re wrecking
my flight pattern.
– I can do this if you let go!
– Will you just…?
– I’m trying to help! Stop!
– Let go of my cape!
Take this one home. And make sure
his mom knows what he’s been doing.
I can help you.
You’re making a mist…
The injured jumper.
You sent paramedics?
They picked him up.
The blast in that building
was caused by Bomb Voyage
who I caught robbing the vault.
We might nab him
if we set up a perimeter.
– He got away?
– Well, yeah.
– Skippy here made sure of that.
– IncrediBoy.
You’re not affiliated with me!
Holy smokes, I’m late.
Listen, I’ve gotta be somewhere.
– What about Bomb Voyage?
– Any other night, I’d go after him,
but I really gotta go. Don’t worry.
We’ll get him! Eventually!
– Is the night still young?
– You’re very late.
– How do I look? Good?
– The mask. You still got the mask.
Showtime.
Robert Parr, will you have this woman
to be your lawful wedded wife?
You’re late. When you asked
if I was doing anything later,
I didn’t realize you’d forgotten.
I thought it was playful banter.
– It was.
– Cutting it close, don’t you think?
You need to be more… flexible.
I love you, but if we’re
gonna make this work,
you’ve gotta be more
than Mr. Incredible.
You know that. Don’t you?
…so long as you both shall live?
– I do.
I pronounce this couple
husband and wife.
As long as we both shall live.
No matter what happens.
Hey, come on. We’re superheroes.
What could happen?
In a stunning turn of
events, a superhero is being sued
for saving someone who,
apparently, didn’t want to be saved.
The plaintiff, Oliver Sansweet,
who was foiled in his attempted
suicide by Mr. Incredible,
has filed suit against the famed
superhero in Superior Court.
Mr. Sansweet didn’t ask to be saved.
He didn’t want to be saved.
The injury received from
Mr. Incredible’s “actions”,
– Causes him daily pain.
– I saved your life!
You didn’t save my life!
You ruined my death.
My client has no comment.
Another suit was filed
by victims of the el train accident.
Incredible’s court losses
cost the government millions.
And opened the flood gates for dozens
of superhero lawsuits the world over.
It is time for their secret identity
to become their only identity.
Time for them to join us, or go away.
Under public pressure,
and the financial burden
of an ever mounting series of lawsuits,
the government quietly initiated
the superhero relocation program.
The supers were granted amnesty
from responsibility for past actions,
in exchange for the promise
to never again resume hero work.
Where are they now?
They are living among us.
Average citizens, average heroes.
Quietly and anonymously continuing
to make the world a better place.
Denied? You’re denying my claim?
I don’t understand.
I have full coverage.
I’m sorry, Mrs. Hogenson,
but our liability is spelled out
in paragraph 17.
– It states clearly…
– I can’t pay for this.
Excuse me. Claims, Bob Parr.
I’m calling to celebrate
a momentous occasion.
We’re now officially moved in.
Yeah, well, that’s great, honey.
The last three years
don’t count because…
Because I finally unpacked the last box.
Now, it’s official. Ha, ha, ha.
– Why do we have so much junk?
– Listen, I’ve got a client.
Say no more. Go save the world
one policy at a time, honey.
Oh! I gotta go pick up the kids.
See you tonight.
Bye, honey.
Excuse me. Where were we?
I’m on a fixed income,
and if you can’t help me,
I don’t know what I’ll do.
All right, listen closely.
I’d like to help you, but I can’t.
I’d like to tell you to take a copy
of your policy to Norma Wilcox on…
Norma Wilcox. W-l-L-C-O-X.
On the third floor. But I can’t.
I also do not advise you
to fill out and file a WS2475 form
with our legal department
on the second floor.
I wouldn’t expect someone to get back
to you quickly to resolve the matter.
I’d like to help,
but there’s nothing I can do.
– Oh, thank you, young man.
– Sorry. I know you’re upset!
Pretend to be upset.
Parr!
You authorized payment
on the Walker policy!
Someone broke
into their house, Mr. Huph.
– Their policy covers…
– I don’t wanna know about it.
Don’t tell me about it. Tell me how
you’re keeping Insuricare in the black.
Tell me how that’s possible,
with you writing checks
to every Harry Hardluck and Sally
Sobstory that gives you a phone call.
Morning break is over.
Morning break is over.
I appreciate you coming
down here, Mrs. Parr.
What’s this about?
Has Dash done something wrong?
He’s a disruptive influence and he
openly mocks me in front of the class.
– He says.
– Look, I know it’s you!
– He puts thumbtacks on my stool.
– You saw him do this?
Well… not really. No.
Actually, not.
Oh, then how do you know it was him?
I hid a camera.
Yeah, and this time, I’ve got him.
See? You see?
You don’t see it?
He moves! Right there!
Wait, wait! Right there!
Right as I’m sitting down!
I don’t know how he does it,
but there’s no tack before he moves
and after he moves, there’s a tack.
Coincidence? I think not!
– Bernie…
– Don’t “Bernie” me.
This little rat is guilty!
You and your son can go now, Mrs. Parr.
I’m sorry for the trouble.
You’re letting him go again?
He’s guilty!
You can see it on his smug little face.
Guilty, I say, guilty!
Dash, this is the third time this year
you’ve been sent to the office.
We need to find a better outlet.
A more… constructive outlet.
Maybe I could,
if you’d let me go out for sports.
Honey, you know why we can’t do that.
I promise I’ll slow up.
I’ll only be the best by a tiny bit.
Dashiell Robert Parr,
you are an incredibly competitive boy.
And a bit of a showoff.
The last thing you need is temptation.
You always say, “Do your best.”
But you don’t really mean it.
Why can’t I do the best that I can do?
Right now, honey,
the world just wants us to fit in,
and to fit in, we just gotta be
like everybody else.
Dad always said our powers
were nothing to be ashamed of.
– Our powers made us special.
– Everyone’s special, Dash.
Which is another way
of saying no one is.
Rydinger, where you headed?
– Hi, Tony.
– Hey.
– Hey, Tony, can I carry your books?
– That’s kind of funny.
Hey, Tony, do you play football?
Tony, I thought we were
gonna go swimming.
He looked at me.
Come on, Violet!
Darn kids.
Sitting on the driveway…
Oh, great.
Mom.
– You’re making weird faces again.
– No, I’m not.
You make weird faces, honey.
– Do you have to read at the table?
– Uh-huh. Yeah.
Smaller bites, Dash. Yikes!
Bob, could you help
the carnivore cut his meat.
Dash, you have something you
wanna tell your father about school?
– Well, we dissected a frog.
– Dash got sent to the office again.
– Good. Good.
– No, Bob, that’s bad.
– What?
– Dash got sent to the office again.
– What?! What for?
– Nothing.
He put a tack on the teacher’s chair…
during class.
Nobody saw me.
You could barely see it on the tape.
They caught you on tape
and you still got away with it? Whoa!
You must have been booking.
How fast were you going?
We are not encouraging this.
I’m not, I’m just asking how fast…
Honey!
Great. First the car,
now I gotta pay to fix the table…
What happened to the car?
Here. I’m getting a new plate.
So, how about you, Vi?
How was school?
– Nothing to report.
– You’ve hardly touched your food.
– I’m not hungry for meatloaf.
– Well, it is leftover night.
We have steak, pasta…
What are you hungry for?
– Tony Rydinger.
– Shut up.
– Well, you are.
– I said, shut up, you little insect.
– Well, she is.
– Do not shout at the table.
– Honey!
– Kids! Listen to your mother.
She’d eat if we were having Tony loaf.
That’s it!
Stop it!
– You’re gonna be toast!
– Stop running in the house.
Sit down!
– Hey, no force fields!
– You started it.
You sit down! You sit down!
Violet!
“Simon J. Paladino,
longtime advocate of superhero rights,
is missing”?
– Gazerbeam.
– Bob! It’s time to engage.
Do something!
Don’t just stand there!
– I need you to intervene!
– You want me to intervene?
Okay. I’m intervening!
Violet, let go of your brother.
Hello?
Get the door.
– Hey, Lucius!
– Hey, Speedo. Helen, Vi, Jack-Jack.
– Ice of you to drop by.
– Ha! Never heard that one before.
– Lucius!
– Whoa!
– Ha, ha.
– Oh!
– I like it when it shatters.
– I’ll be back later.
– Where are you two going?
– It’s Wednesday.
Bowling night.
Say hello to Honey for me, Lucius.
Will do. Good night, Helen.
Good night, kids.
Don’t think you’ve avoided
talking about the principal’s office.
Your father and I
are still gonna discuss it.
I’m not the only kid who’s
been sent to the office.
Other kids don’t have superpowers.
– Now, it’s perfectly normal…
– What do you know about normal?
What does anyone
in this family know about normal?
– Now, wait a minute, young lady.
– We act normal. I wanna be normal.
The only normal one is Jack-Jack,
and he’s not even toilet trained.
Lucky.
I meant about being normal.
So now I’m in deep trouble.
I mean, one more jolt of this
death ray and I’m an epitaph.
Somehow I managed to find cover.
What does Baron Von Ruthless do?
– He starts monologuing.
– He starts monologuing.
He starts this prepared speech
about how feeble I am compared to him.
How inevitable my defeat is, the world
will soon be his. Yada, yada, yada.
– Yammering.
– Yammering.
I mean, the guy has me
on a platter, and he won’t shut up.
– Municiberg, we have a 23-56…
– 23-56, what is that?
– Robbery?
– This is just sad.
– Want to catch a robber?
– No.
Tell you the truth,
I’d rather go bowling.
Look, what if we actually did
what our wives think we’re doing?
Just to shake things up.
He’s not alone.
The fat guy’s still with him.
They’re just talking.
– What are we doing here?
– Protecting people.
– Nobody asked us.
– You need an invitation?
I’d like one, yes. We keep
sneaking out to do this, and…
– You remember Gazerbeam?
– There was something in the paper.
– He had trouble with civilian life.
– When did you see him?
I don’t see anyone from the old days.
Just you.
– And we’re pushing our luck as it is.
– Come on.
It was fun the first time,
but if we keep doing this…
– We have a report on a fire…
– A fire. We’re close!
– Yeah, baby!
– We’re gonna get caught.
Fire! Yeah!
– Is that everybody?
– Yeah.
– It better be.
– Can’t you put this out?
I can’t lay down a layer thick enough!
It’s evaporating too fast!
– What’s that mean?
– It means it’s hot.
– I’m dehydrated, Bob.
– You’re out of ice?
You can’t run out.
You can use water in the air.
There is no water in this air!
What’s your excuse, run out of muscle?
I can’t smash walls.
The building’s getting weaker.
– It’s gonna come down on top of us.
– I wanted to go bowling!
All right! Stay right on my tail!
This is gonna get hot!
Yeah.
Uh-oh.
Oh, good.
That ain’t right.
– We look like incompetent bad guys!
– You can get water out of the air.
Freeze!
Freeze!
– I’m thirsty.
– I said freeze!
I’m just getting a drink.
– You’ve had your drink. Now…
– I know. I know. Freeze.
Police officers!
That was way too close.
We are not doing that again.
Verify you want
to switch targets? Over.
Trust me. This is the one
he’s been looking for.
– I thought you’d be back by 11.
– I said I’d be back later.
I assumed you’d be back later.
If you came back at all…
…you’d be “back later”.
– Well, I’m back, okay?
Is this rubble?
It was just a little
workout. Just to stay loose.
You know how I feel about that.
Darn you! We can’t blow cover again.
– The building was coming down anyway.
– What?
You knocked down a building?
It was on fire. Structurally unsound.
It was coming down.
Have you been listening
to the police scanner again?
I performed a public service.
You act like that’s a bad thing.
It is a bad thing, Bob!
Uprooting our family again, so you can
relive the glory days is a bad thing.
It’s better than acting like
they didn’t happen!
Yes! They happened!
But this, our family,
is what’s happening now, Bob.
And you are missing this!
I can’t believe you don’t want to go to
your own son’s graduation.
It’s not a graduation.
He’s moving from fourth to fifth grade.
– It’s a ceremony!
– It’s psychotic!
They keep creating new ways
to celebrate mediocrity
but if someone is exceptional…
This is not about you, Bob.
It’s about Dash.
You want to do something for Dash?
Let him actually compete.
– Let him go out for sports!
– I will not be made the enemy!
– You know why we can’t do that.
– Because he’d be great.
This is not about you!
All right, Dash.
I know you’re listening. Come on out.
Vi? You, too, young lady.
Come on. Come on out.
It’s okay, kids.
We’re just having a discussion.
Pretty loud discussion.
But that’s okay. What’s important
is that Mommy and I are a team.
– We’re united, uh, against forces of…
– Pigheadedness?
– I was gonna say evil.
– We’re sorry we woke you.
Everything’s okay.
Go back to bed. It’s late.
– Good night, Mom. Night, Dad.
– Good night.
In fact, we should all be in bed.
Request claim
on claim numbers 158183…
Request claim
on claim numbers 158183…
Haven’t you got him yet?
Where is he?
Mr. Huph would like to talk
to you in his office.
– Now?
– Now.
Sit down, Bob.
I’m not happy, Bob. Not happy.
– Ask me why.
– Okay. Why?
Why what? Be specific, Bob.
Why are you unhappy?
Your customers make me unhappy.
What, you’ve gotten complaints?
Complaints I can handle.
What I can’t handle is your customers’
inexplicable knowledge
of Insuricare’s inner workings!
They’re experts. Experts, Bob!
Exploiting every loophole,
dodging every obstacle!
They’re penetrating the bureaucracy!
– Did I do something illegal?
– No.
– We shouldn’t help our customers?
– The law requires that I answer no.
– We’re supposed to help people.
– Help our people!
Starting with our stockholders.
Who’s helping them out, huh?
You know, Bob, a company…
Is like an enormous clock.
…is like an enormous…
Yes. Precisely.
It only works if all
the little cogs mesh together.
Now, a clock needs to be cleaned,
well-lubricated and wound tight.
The best clocks have jewel movements,
cogs that fit, that cooperate by design.
I’m being metaphorical, Bob.
Know what I mean by cooperative cogs?
Bob?
Bob? Look at me
when I’m talking to you, Parr.
– That man out there, he needs help.
– Don’t change the subject.
– We’re discussing your attitude.
– He is getting mugged!
– Well, let’s hope we don’t cover him.
– I’ll be right back.
Stop right now or you’re fired!
Close the door.
Get over here, now.
I’m not happy, Bob. Not happy.
– He got away.
– Good thing, too.
You were this close to losing your…
Uh-oh.
Please report to
operating room 722 immediately.
– How is he?
– He’ll live.
– I’m fired, aren’t I?
– You think?
– What can I say, Rick?
– Nothing you haven’t said before.
– Someone was in trouble.
– Always.
– I had to do something.
– Every time you say that,
it’s a month and a half
of trouble for me.
Hundreds of thousands
of taxpayer’s dollars.
– I know.
– We pay to keep the company quiet.
We pay damages, erase memories,
relocate your family.
Every time it gets harder.
Money, money, money.
We can’t keep doing this. We appreciate
what you did in the old days,
but those days are over.
From now on, you’re on your own.
Listen, Bob. Maybe I could relocate you,
you know, for old times’ sake.
I can’t do that to my family.
Everyone just got settled.
I’ll make it work. Thanks.
Take care of yourself.
What are you waiting for?
I don’t know.
Something amazing, I guess.
Me, too, kid.
Huh?
“Hold still”?
Match: Mr. Incredible.
Room is secure. Commence message.
Hello, Mr. Incredible.
Yes, we know who you are.
Rest assured,
your secret is safe with us.
My name is Mirage.
We have something in common.
According to the government,
neither of us exist.
Please pay attention, as this message
is classified and will not be repeated.
I represent a top secret division
of the government,
designing and testing
experimental technology,
and we have need
of your unique abilities.
Something happened
at our testing facility.
– Honey!
– Huh? What?
– Dinner’s ready.
– Okay.
…it is contained
within an isolated area,
it threatens to cause incalculable
damage to itself and our facilities,
jeopardizing hundreds
of millions of dollars…
Is someone in there?
– It’s the TV, trying to watch.
– Because of its sensitive nature…
– Stop. It’s time for dinner.
– One minute!
If you accept, your payment will be
triple your current annual salary.
Call the number on the card.
Voice-matching will ensure security.
The supers aren’t gone, Mr. Incredible.
You’re still here.
You can still do great things. Or…
…you can listen to police scanners.
Your choice.
You have 24 hours to respond.
Think about it.
This message
will self-destruct.
Uh-oh.
You are one distracted guy.
Am I? I don’t mean to be.
I know you miss being a hero
and your job is frustrating.
I just want you to know how much it
means to me that you stay at it anyway.
– Honey? About the job?
– What?
– Something’s happened.
– What?
– The, uh…
– What?
The company is sending me
to, uh, a conference.
– A conference?
– Out of town.
I’m gonna be gone for a few days.
They’ve never sent you to a conference
before. This is good, isn’t it?
Yes.
You see? They’re finally
recognizing your talents.
– You’re moving up.
– Yes.
– Honey! This is wonderful!
– Yes, it is.
Hello?
This is Mr. Incredible.
I’m in.
The Omnidroid 9000
is a top secret prototype battle robot.
Its artificial intelligence
enables it to solve any problem
it’s confronted with.
And, unfortunately…
Let me guess. It got smart enough
to wonder why it had to take orders.
We lost control. Now it’s loose
in the jungle, threatening our facility.
We’ve had to evacuate all personnel
from the island for their own safety.
How am I going in?
The Omnidroid’s defenses necessitate
an air drop from 5000 feet.
Its cloaking devices
make it difficult to track.
We’re pretty sure it’s on
the southern half of the island.
One more thing. Obviously it
represents a significant investment.
You want me to shut it down
without destroying it.
You are Mr. Incredible.
I’ve got to warn you,
it’s a learning robot.
Every moment you fight it increases
its knowledge of how to beat you.
Shut it down. Do it quickly.
Don’t destroy it.
– And don’t die.
– Great. Thanks.
Showtime.
Huh?
Hmm.
Oh, my back!
Surprising. We must bring him back.
Sound the all clear,
and invite him to dinner.
Most important, keep things light.
Praise him. Make him feel
like we appreciate his abilities.
Am I overdressed?
Actually, you look rather dashing.
– I take it our host is…
– I’m sorry.
He won’t be dining with us.
He hopes you’ll understand.
Of course. I do usually make it a point
to know who I’m working for.
He prefers a certain amount
of anonymity.
Surely, you of all people
understand that.
I was just wondering, of all the places
to settle down, why live…
With a volcano? He’s attracted to power.
So am I.
– It’s a weakness we share.
– Seems a bit unstable.
I prefer to think of it
as misunderstood.
Aren’t we all?
Volcanic soil is among
the most fertile on Earth.
Everything at the table
was grown right here.
– How does it compare?
– Everything’s delicious.
– Jeez.
– Hurry, honey.
Or you’ll be late for work.
– Have a great day, honey.
– Thanks.
– Help customers, climb ladders…
– Bring bacon.
All that jazz.
You have an appointment?
I’m an old friend. I just wanted to…
– All visitors are required…
– Go check the electric fence.
What is it? Who are you?
What do you want?
My God, you’ve gotten fat. Come in.
Come, come.
Yes, things are going quite well.
Quite well. My God, no complaints.
But, you know, it is not the same.
Not the same at all.
Weren’t you in the news?
Some show in Prayge… Prague?
Milan, darling. Milan.
Supermodels.
Nothing super about them.
Spoiled, stupid, little stick figures
with poofy lips who think only
about themselves.
Feh! I used to design for gods.
But perhaps you come with a challenge,
eh? I was surprised to get your call.
E, I just need a patch job.
Hmm. This is megamesh.
Outmoded, but very sturdy.
And you’ve torn right through it!
What have you been doing, Robert?
Moonlighting hero work?
Must have happened a long time ago.
I see. This is a hobo suit, darling.
You can’t be seen in this.
I won’t allow it!
– Fifteen years ago, maybe, but now?
– What do you mean? You designed it.
I never look back, darling.
It distracts from the now.
You need a new suit.
That much is certain.
A new suit? Where the heck
am I gonna get a new suit?
You can’t! It’s impossible!
I’m far too busy.
So ask me now,
before I again become sane.
Wait. You want to make me a suit?
You push too hard, darling!
But I accept.
– It will be bold. Dramatic!
– Yeah.
– Heroic!
– Yeah, something classic, like Dynaguy!
Oh! He had a great look!
Oh, the cape and the boots…
No capes!
– Isn’t that my decision?
– Do you remember Thunderhead?
Tall, storm powers. Nice man.
Good with kids.
– Listen, E…
– November 15th of ’58.
All was well, another day saved
when his cape snagged on a missile fin.
Thunderhead was not
the brightest bulb…
Stratogale!
April 23rd, ’57.
Cape caught in a jet turbine.
You can’t generalize
about these things.
Meta-man. Express elevator.
Dynaguy, snag on takeoff.
Splashdown, sucked into a vortex.
No capes!
Now, go on. Your new suit will be
finished before your next assignment.
You know I’m retired from hero work.
As am I, Robert.
Yet, here we are.
E, I only need a patch job.
For sentimental reasons.
Fine. I will also fix the hobo suit.
– You’re the best of the best, E.
– Yes, I know, darling. I know.
Don’t answer it, honey, I got it!
– Hello?
– We have a new assignment for you.
– How soon can you get here?
– I’ll leave tomorrow morning.
– See you there.
– Goodbye.
Who was that, honey? The, uh, office?
Another conference.
Short notice, but you know…
…duty calls.
– Bob?
– Yeah, what’s up, honey?
– Ha… have a great trip.
– Thanks, sweetie.
– I’ll call you when I get there.
– I love you.
– So much.
– I love you too.
This is your automated Captain.
Would you care for more mimosa?
– Don’t mind if I do. Thanks.
– You’re welcome.
Currently 78 degrees in Nomanisan.
Perfect weather for flying.
Please fasten your seat belt.
We’re beginning our descent.
Hello, Mr. Incredible.
Nice suit.
Thanks.
Nice to be back, Mirage.
You’ll be briefed on your assignment
in the conference room at two.
– D Wing, room A-113.
– 2:00. Got it.
See you there.
Edna.
– I’d like to speak to Edna, please.
– This is Edna.
– E? This is Helen.
– Helen who?
Helen Parr? You know…
Elastigirl?
Darling! It’s been such a long time
after all these years! So long!
It’s been a while.
There’s only one person Bob would trust
to patch his supersuit. That’s you.
Yes, yes, yes. Marvelous, isn’t it?
Much better than those horrible pajamas
he used to wear.
They are finished.
When are you coming to see?
– I’m calling about…
– Don’t make me beg.
– I won’t do it, you know.
– Beg, no, I’m calling about suit.
Bob’s suit!
I’m calling about Bob’s suit.
You come in one hour, darling.
I insist, okay? Okay. Goodbye.
Hmm.
It’s bigger!
It’s badder!
Ladies and gentlemen,
it’s too much for Mr. Incredible!
It’s finally ready.
You know, I went through quite a few
supers to get it worthy to fight you,
but man, it wasn’t good enough!
After you trashed the last one,
I had to make some major modifications.
Sure it was difficult,
but you are worth it.
I mean, after all,
I am your biggest fan.
– Buddy?
– My name is not Buddy!
And it’s not IncrediBoy either!
That ship has sailed.
All I wanted was to help you.
I only wanted to help!
And what did you say to me?
Fly home, Buddy. I work alone.
It tore me apart.
But I learned an important lesson.
You can’t count on anyone.
Especially your heroes.
I was wrong to treat you that way.
I’m sorry.
See? Now you respect me,
because I’m a threat.
That’s the way it works.
There’s a lot of people,
whole countries who want respect.
And they will pay
through the nose to get it.
How do you think I got rich?
I invented weapons.
Now I have a weapon only I can defeat.
And when I unleash it, I’ll get…
You sly dog!
You got me monologuing.
I can’t believe it.
It’s cool, huh? Zero-point energy.
I save the best inventions for myself.
Am I good enough now?
Who’s super now?
I’m Syndrome! Your nemesis and…
Oh, brilliant!
All right, try this one on
for size, big boy.
Gazerbeam.
“Kronos?”
Life reading negative.
Mr. Incredible terminated.
This project has completely
confiscated my life, darling.
Consumed me as only hero work can.
My best work, I must admit.
Simple, elegant, yet bold.
You will die.
– E, I just…
– I did Robert’s suit,
and it turned out so beautiful,
I had to continue.
It’s great to see you, but I have
no idea what you’re talking about.
– I just…
– Yes, words are useless.
Gobble, gobble, gobble.
Too much of it, darling. Too much!
That is why I show you my work.
That is why you are here.
Edna Mode.
And guest.
Come. Sit.
– Cream and sugar?
– Thanks.
– I started with the baby.
– Started?
Shh! Darling! I cut it a little
roomy for the free movement.
The fabric is comfortable
for sensitive skin,
and can also withstand
a temperature of over 1000 degrees.
Completely bulletproof.
And machine washable, darling.
That’s a new feature.
What on earth do you think
the baby will be doing?
Well, I’m sure I don’t know, darling.
Luck favors the prepared.
I didn’t know the baby’s powers,
so I covered the basics.
– Jack-Jack doesn’t have any powers.
– No?
Well, he’ll look fabulous anyway.
Your boy’s suit I designed
to withstand enormous friction
without heating up or wearing out.
A useful feature.
Your daughter’s suit was tricky.
I finally created a sturdy material that
will disappear completely as she does.
Your suit can stretch as far as you can,
without injuring yourself,
and still retain its shape.
Virtually indestructible…
…yet it breathes like Egyptian cotton.
As an extra feature, each suit contains
a homing device,
giving you the precise global location
of the wearer at the touch of a button.
Well, darling? What do you think?
What do I think?
Bob is retired! I’m retired!
Our family is underground.
You helped my husband resume
secret hero work behind my back?
Well, I assumed you knew, darling.
Why would he keep secrets from you?
He wouldn’t. Didn’t. Doesn’t.
Men at Robert’s age are often unstable.
Prone to weakness.
– What are you saying?
– Do you know where he is?
– Of course.
– Do you know where he is?
– Hey, hey. We got a man down!
– Come on, let’s go.
Are you okay? What happened?
Break surveillance
and engage. Continuing sweep…
– Insuricare.
– Oh, hello. This is Helen Parr.
Bob Parr is my husband.
I was wondering if you could give me
the number of the hotel he’s staying at?
The number I have is no good.
– Mr. Parr no longer works here.
– What do you mean?
He’s on a business trip.
A company retreat.
My records say he was terminated
almost two months ago.
So, you don’t know where he is.
Would you like to find out?
I am such an idiot.
I let this happen, you know.
The new sports car, the getting
in shape, the blond hair, the lies.
Yes, he attempts to relive the past.
Now I’m losing him! What’ll I do?
What’ll I do?
What are you talking about?
You are Elastigirl! My God!
Pull yourself together.
What will you do?
Is this a question?
Show him you remember
that he is Mr. Incredible,
and you will remind him who you are!
Well, you know where he is.
Go! Confront the problem! Fight! Win!
And call me when you get back, darling.
I enjoy our visits.
There’s lots of leftovers
that you can reheat.
Make sure Dash does his homework.
And both of you, get to bed on time.
I should be back tonight. Late.
You can be in charge that long,
can’t you?
Yeah. But why am I in charge again?
Nothing.
Just a little trouble with Daddy.
You mean Dad’s in trouble,
or Dad is the trouble?
I mean either he’s in trouble,
or he’s going to be.
What’s that?
Where’d you get that, Mom?
You made a cool outfit?
Hey, are those for us?
We all get cool outfits?
Dash! You come back here this moment!
Hey, Snug. Thanks for getting back.
I know this is short notice,
but I was hoping that I could…
– What are these?
– Look, I’m The Dash!
– The Dash likes.
– Just a second.
– Take that off before somebody sees.
– You’re packing one just like it.
– Are you hiding something?
– Please. I’m on the phone…
– Dash!
– This is yours. It’s specially made.
– What’s going on?
– You’re not coming! I gotta pack!
What makes you think it’s special?
I don’t know. Why’d Mom try to hide it?
Snug, I’m calling
in a solid you owe me.
– What do you need?
– A jet. What do you got that’s fast?
Let me think.
Island approach.
India Golf niner-niner checking in.
VFR on top. Over.
Island tower,
this is India Golf niner-niner
Requesting vectors to the initial.
Easy, Helen. Easy. Easy, girl.
You’re overreacting. Everything’s fine.
They’re just all getting coffee.
At the same time. Yeah.
You sir, truly are “Mr. Incredible”.
I was right to idolize you.
I always knew you were tough,
but tricking the probe
by hiding under the bones
of another super? Oh, man!
I’m still geeking out about it!
And then you had
to just go and ruin the ride.
I mean, Mr. Incredible calling for help?
“Help me, help me.”
Lame, lame, lame.
– All right, who did you contact?
– Contact? What are you talking about?
I am referring to last night
at 2307 hours
while you were snooping around.
You sent out a homing signal.
I didn’t know about the homing device.
And now a government plane
is requesting permission to land here.
– Who did you contact?
– I didn’t send for a plane.
Play the transmission.
– India golf checking in.
– Helen!
So you do know these people.
Well, then, I’ll send them
a little greeting.
– Ow!
– Violet!
It’s not my fault.
Dash ran away,
I knew I’d get blamed for it.
That’s not true!
You said, “Something’s up with Mom.
We have to find out what.
…and it’s not my fault!
– Hundred percent all-yours idea!
Wait a minute.
You left Jack-Jack alone?
– Of course we got a sitter.
– We got someone, Mom.
– We wouldn’t do that.
– Thanks a lot!
All right, well, who’d you get?
You don’t have to worry
about one thing.
I’ve got baby-sitting wired.
I’ve taken courses, learned CPR,
– Excellent marks and certificates.
– Kari.
I brought Mozart to play while he sleeps
because leading experts say
Mozart makes babies smarter.
Kari…
The beauty is they don’t have to listen
’cause they’re asleep!
I wish my parents played Mozart
because half the time I don’t know
what anyone’s talking about.
Kari, I really don’t feel
comfortable with this.
I’ll pay you for your trouble,
but I’d rather call a service.
There’s really no need, Mrs. Parr.
I can totally handle anything
this baby can dish out.
Can’t I, little baby?
I can handle it.
Who can handle it?
India Golf niner-niner transmitting
in the blind guard.
Disengage. Repeat, disengage.
Repeat, disengage.
Friendlies…
No! Call off the missiles.
I’ll do anything.
Too late. Fifteen years too late.
Friendlies two-zero miles
south-southwest of your position.
Angels 10. Track east. Disengage.
Vi! Put a force field around the plane.
You said not to use our powers.
I know what I said.
Listen to what I’m saying now!
Disengage. Repeat, disengage!
– Mom?
– Violet!
Mayday. India Golf niner-niner
is buddy-spiked. Abort!
There are children aboard.
– There are children aboard!
– No!
– Put a field around us now!
– I’ve never done one that big.
Do it now!
Abort, abort, abort!
Abort, abort, abort!
Brace yourselves!
– Mom!
– Everybody calm down.
I’ll tell you what we’re not gonna do.
We’re not gonna panic,
we’re not… Look out!
– Oh, my God! Who’s idea was this?
– What are we gonna do?
We’re dead! We’re dead!
– It blew up!
– We survived but we’re dead!
Stop it!
We are not gonna die!
Both of you will get a grip.
Or so help me
I will ground you for a month!
Understand?
We have a confirmed hit.
Target was destroyed.
Ah, you’ll get over it.
I seem to recall
you prefer to “work alone”.
Release me. Now!
– Or what?
– I’ll crush her.
That sounds a little dark for you.
Well, go ahead.
It’ll be easy.
Like breaking a toothpick.
Show me.
I knew you couldn’t do it.
Even when you have nothing to lose.
You’re weak.
And I’ve outgrown you.
Those were short-range missiles.
Land-based.
That way is our best bet.
You want to go toward
the people that tried to kill us?
– If it means land, yes.
– Do you expect us to swim there?
I expect you to trust me.
What a trooper.
I’m so proud of you.
Thanks, Mom.
I think your father is in trouble.
If you haven’t noticed,
we’re not doing so hot either.
I’m going to look for him.
And that means you’re in charge
until I get back, Violet.
– What?
– You heard her.
Put these on. Your identity
is your most valuable possession.
Protect it.
And if anything goes wrong,
use your powers.
– But you said never to use…
– I know what I said!
Remember the bad guys on those shows
you used to watch on Saturday mornings?
Well, these guys
are not like those guys.
They won’t exercise restraint
because you’re children.
They will kill you
if they get the chance.
Do not give them that chance.
– Mom?
– Vi, I’m counting on you.
– There’s…
– I’m counting on you. Be strong.
Dash, if anything goes wrong,
I want you to run as fast as you can.
– As fast as I can?
– As fast as you can.
Stay hidden. Keep each other safe.
I’ll be back by morning.
Mom!
Mom, what happened on the plane.
I’m sorry.
I wanted to help.
When you asked me to… I’m sorry.
Shh. It isn’t your fault.
It wasn’t fair for me to suddenly
ask so much of you.
But things are different now.
And doubt is a luxury
we can’t afford anymore, sweetie.
You have more power than you realize.
Don’t think. And don’t worry.
If the time comes,
you’ll know what to do.
It’s in your blood.
He’s not weak, you know.
What?
Valuing life is not weakness.
Hey. Look, if you’re talking about
what happened in the containment unit,
I had everything under control.
And disregarding it is not strength.
I called his bluff, sweetheart,
that’s all.
I knew he wouldn’t have it in him
to actually…
Next time you gamble,
bet your own life!
Okay, okay, okay.
A rocket?
Hey!
Well, not that this isn’t fun,
but I’m gonna go look around.
What do you think is going on here?
You think we’re on vacation?
Mom and Dad’s lives
could be in jeopardy.
Or worse, their marriage.
Their marriage?
So, the bad guys are trying to wreck
Mom and Dad’s marriage.
Forget it. You’re so immature.
– I’m gonna go look around.
– Mom said to stay hidden.
I’m not gonna leave the cave. Sheesh.
Cool!
Cool!
Roger.
We are ready for launch.
– Vi, Vi!
– What did you do?
ETA two-niner. Over.
TCI clear. Condition yellow.
Status norm.
Not responding to IFF.
IRCM reads negative.
– Bob.
– What?
I didn’t say anything.
Identification, please.
– Hey! Hey, Violet! Come here, look.
– What?
– It talks!
– What?
There. That one.
Voice key incorrect.
– “Voice key”?
– Voice key incorrect.
Wait a second.
– What do we do?
– Run!
– Where are we going?
– Away from here!
Intruder alert.
– There isn’t much time.
– No, there isn’t.
In fact, there’s no time at all.
– Please…
– Why are you here?
How can you possibly bring me lower?
What more can you take away from me?
Family survived the crash.
– They’re here on the island!
– They’re alive?
– Helen?
– Hello.
You must be Mrs…
– She was helping me to escape.
– No.
That’s what I was doing.
Let go of me!
Let go, you lousy, lying,
unfaithful creep!
How could I betray the perfect woman?
– Oh, you’re referring to me now?
– Where are the kids?
– They triggered the alert.
– What?
– Security’s in the jungle. Get going.
– Our kids are in danger?
If you suspected danger,
why’d you bring them?
They stowed away.
You’re not striking the proper tone.
– Think they’re supers?
– Dash, remember what Mom said.
– What?
– Stop talking!
– Hold it! Freeze!
– Dash, run!
– What?
– Run!
– They’re supers!
– Get the boy!
Show yourself!
Hey!
Ha, ha!
I’m alive. Yeah!
I should’ve told you I was fired,
I admit it.
But I didn’t want you to worry.
You didn’t want me to worry?
We’re running for our lives
through some godforsaken jungle.
You keep trying to pick a fight,
but I’m just happy you’re alive.
I know you’re there,
Little Miss Disappear.
You can’t hide from me.
– There you are.
– Hey!
Don’t touch my sister!
– How are you doing that?
– I don’t know!
Whatever you do, don’t stop!
Mom! Dad! Hey!
Kids.
– You’re all right.
– You’re all right.
– We were so worried.
– I thought I’d never see you again.
I love you.
– Wow.
– Whoa.
Time out!
What have we here?
Matching uniforms?
Oh, no! Elastigirl?
You married Elastigirl? Whoa!
And got busy!
It’s a whole family of supers.
Looks like I’ve hit the jackpot!
Oh, this is just too good!
– The ship’s unique design…
– There were no fatalities…
Huh? Huh? Oh, come on!
You gotta admit, this is cool.
Just like a movie!
The robot will emerge dramatically,
do some damage.
Throngs of screaming people!
And just when all hope is lost,
Syndrome will save the day!
I’ll be a bigger hero
than you ever were!
You mean you killed off real heroes
so that you could pretend to be one?
Oh, I’m real.
Real enough to defeat you!
And I did it without your precious
gifts, your oh-so-special powers.
I’ll give them heroics.
I’ll give them the most spectacular
heroics anyone’s ever seen!
And when I’m old and I’ve had my fun,
I’ll sell my inventions
so that everyone can be superheroes.
Everyone can be super.
And when everyone’s super…
…no one will be.
Fire at will!
It’s overwhelming the tanks.
I’m sorry.
This is my fault.
I’ve been a lousy father.
Blind to what I have.
So obsessed with being undervalued
– That I undervalued all of you.
– Dad?
Shh. Don’t interrupt.
So caught up in the past that I…
You are my greatest adventure.
And I almost missed it.
I swear, I’m gonna get us
out of this safely if I…
Well, I think Dad has made
some excellent progress today
but I think it’s time we wind down now.
We need to get back to the mainland.
I saw an aircraft hangar on my way in.
Straight ahead.
Where are all the guards?
Go, go!
Hey, every time they run,
you take a shot.
This is the right hangar,
but I don’t see any jets.
– A jet’s not fast enough.
– What’s faster than a jet?
How about a rocket?
– Great! I can’t fly a rocket.
– You don’t have to.
Use the coordinates
from the last launch.
Wait. I bet Syndrome’s changed
the password by now.
– How do I get into the computer?
– Say please.
– Honey?
– What?
– Where is my supersuit?
– What?
Where is my supersuit?
– I put it away.
– Where?
Why do you need to know?
I need it!
Don’t you think about
running off doing no derrin’-do.
We’ve been planning
this dinner for two months!
– The public is in danger!
– My evening’s in danger!
Tell me where my suit is, woman!
We are talking about the greater good.
“Greater good”? I am your wife!
I’m the greatest good
you are ever gonna get!
Run!
My baby!
– The supers have returned!
– Is that Fironic?
– Fironic?
– No, Fironic has a different outfit.
No, no, I’m a new superhero!
I’m Syndrome!
All right, stand back.
Someone needs to teach
this hunk of metal a few manners.
Ha, ha!
– Are we there yet?
– We get there when we get there.
How you doing, honey?
Do I have to answer?
Kids, strap yourselves down
like I told you.
Here we go, honey.
Ready, Violet? Ready?
Now!
This is gonna be rough.
Robot’s in the financial district.
Which exit?
– Traction Avenue.
– That’ll take me downtown.
– I take Seventh, don’t I?
– Don’t take Seventh!
– Great, we missed it.
– Ask how to get there, I told you.
– Traction.
– That’ll take me downtown.
Get in the right lane! Signal!
– Not Traction!
– You’re gonna miss it!
Is everybody okay back there?
– Super-duper, Dad!
– Let’s do that again.
Wait here and stay hidden.
I’m going in.
While what?
I watch helplessly from the sidelines?
– I don’t think so.
– I’m asking you to wait with the kids.
And I’m telling you not a chance.
You’re my husband.
I’m with you for better or worse.
I have to do this alone.
– What is this to you? Playtime?
– No.
– So you can be Mr. Incredible again?
– No!
– Then what?
– I’m not…
– Not what?
– I’m not strong enough.
– This will make you stronger?
– Yes. No!
That’s what this is?
Some sort of workout?
I can’t lose you again!
I can’t. Not again.
I’m not… strong enough.
If we work together,
you won’t have to be.
I don’t know what’ll happen.
We’re superheroes.
What can happen?
Vi! Dash! No!
Violet?
– Dad!
– Go, go!
– I’m okay, Mom. Really.
– Stay here, okay?
Frozone!
Yeah!
Bob!
Hey!
Syndrome’s remote!
The remote controls the robot!
– Throw it, throw it!
– Go long!
Got it!
Honey, take out its guns!
Gotcha!
Mom, I’ve got it! I’ve got the remote!
A remote? A remote that controls what?
The robot?
It’s coming back!
– That wasn’t right.
– Give me that!
We can’t stop it. The only thing
hard enough to penetrate it is…
…itself.
It’s getting closer!
– It doesn’t work!
– Kids!
It’s not doing anything.
– Try to buy us some time.
– Try the one next to it.
Honey!
Wait a minute.
Press that button again!
– No, the other one! The first one!
– First button! Got it!
– It’s getting closer!
– Look out!
– Get out of here!
– We’re not going anywhere.
– Press the button!
– Not yet!
– Hang on!
– What are you waiting for?
A closer target! You got one shot!
Everybody duck!
Hey, Zone.
Huh? No!
Did you see that?
That’s the way to do it.
– That’s old school.
– Yeah. No school like the old school.
– Just like old times. Oh!
– Just like old times.
Yeah. Hurt then too.
We’ve frozen all of Syndrome’s assets.
If he even sneezes, we’ll be there
with a hanky and a pair of handcuffs.
The people of this country
are indebted to you.
Does this mean we can
come out of hiding?
Let the politicians figure that one out.
I’ve been asked to assure you
we’ll take care of everything else.
You did good, Bob.
Hi, this is Kari.
I have a question about Jack-Jack…
Come on. We’re in a limo.
Hey, you’re wearing your hair back?
– Yeah, I just… yeah.
– It looks good.
– Thanks, Dad.
– That was cool when you threw that car!
Not as cool as you running on water.
That was sweet when you
snagged that bad guy with your arm
and whiplashed him into the other guy.
Sweet!
– I’m trying to listen to messages.
– It’s me.
Jack-Jack is fine,
but weird things are happening.
Jack-Jack’s still fine,
but I’m getting really weirded out!
When are you coming back?
…aced those guys
that tried to kill us!
That was the best vacation ever!
I love our family.
I’m not fine, Mrs. Parr!
Put that down! Stop it!
You need to call me.
I need help, Mrs…
Bob, listen to this.
I’m gonna call the police…
Hi, this is Kari.
Sorry for freaking out,
but your baby has special needs.
Thanks for sending a replacement.
I didn’t call a replacement.
Shh. The baby is sleeping.
You took away my future.
I’m simply returning the favor.
Don’t worry, I’ll be a good mentor.
Supportive, encouraging.
Everything you weren’t.
And in time, who knows,
he might make a good sidekick.
He’s getting away, Bob!
We have to do something now.
What’s happening?
– Stop him! Throw something!
– I might hit Jack-Jack.
Throw me.
Bob, throw me!
No!
This isn’t the end of it!
I will get your son, eventually.
I’ll get your son!
Oh, no.
Look at Mommy, honey.
Don’t look down. Mommy’s got you.
Everything is all right.
That’s my girl.
Does this mean we have to move again?
Oh, man.
That was totally wicked!
Do we have to have cheerleaders
at the track meet?
– What is that all about?
– I always thought it was more…
– Hey.
– Hey.
– You’re, uh, Violet, right?
– That’s me.
– See you, Vi.
– You look different.
I feel different. Is different okay?
Hey, different is…
Different is great.
Would you…
– Yeah?
– Do you think maybe…
…you and I…
– Yeah?
– Do you…
– Shh.
I like movies.
I’ll buy the popcorn. Okay?
A movie.
There you go. Yeah.
– Wait, so Friday?
– Friday.
– Go, Dash, go.
– Run!
Come on, run! Pick up the pace.
Run!
Move it, move it!
Pace it.
Slow down just a little bit.
– Make it close!
– Second.
Close second, yeah!
That’s my boy!
Dash, I’m so proud of you.
I didn’t know what the heck
you wanted me to do.
Behold the Underminer!
I am always beneath you,
but nothing is beneath me!
I hereby declare war
on peace and happiness!
Soon all will tremble before me!
Had the lube out for nun. Just got on soft.
What the fuck is this.
oh fuuuuck I’m a trap and I wish an alpha shota fucks me like that
HAHA
Gotta love the hyper-alpha little brother.
Gay
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Yeah, go slit your wrists motherfucker. Nobody likes you.
All right, everyone!
This is a stickup!
Don’t anybody move!
Now empty that safe.
– Money, money, money!
– Stop it! Stop it,
you mean old potato.
Quiet, Bo Peep,
or your sheep get run over!
Help! Baa! Help us!
Oh, no, not my sheep!
Somebody, do something!
Reach for the sky.
Oh, no! Sheriff Woody!
I’m here to stop you,
One-Eyed Bart.
– How’d you know it was me?
– Are you gonna come quietly?
You can’t touch me, Sheriff.
I brought my attack dog
with the built-in force field.
Well, I brought my dinosaur
who eats force-field dogs.
You’re going to jail, Bart.
Say good-bye to the wife
and tater tots.
You saved the day again, Woody.
You’re my favorite deputy.
You’ve got a friend in me
You’ve got a friend in me
Come on, let’s wrangle up
the cattle.
When the road looks
rough ahead
And you’re miles and miles
from your nice, warm bed
– Round ’em up, cowboy.
– Just remember
what your old pal said
– Boy, you’ve got
a friend in me
– Yee-haw!
– Yeah, you’ve got
a friend in me
– Hey, cowboy!
Some other folks might be
a little bit smarter than I am
Big and stronger too
– Come on, Woody.
– Maybe
But none of them will ever
love you the way I do
It’s me and you, boy
And as the years go by
Our friendship will never die
You’re gonna see
it’s our destiny
– You’ve got a friend in me
– All right!
– Yeah, you’ve got
a friend in me
– Score!
– You’ve got a friend in me
– Wow! Cool!
– What do you think?
– Oh, this looks great, Mom!
– Okay, birthday boy.
– We saw that at the store!
I asked you for it!
– I hope I have enough places.
– Wow, look at that! That’s so–
Oh, my gosh, you got–
One, two– four. Yeah, I think
that’s going to be enough.
– Can we leave this up
’til we move?
– Well, sure.
– We can leave it up.
– Yeah!
– Now go get Molly.
– Your friends are going
to be here any minute.
– Okay!
It’s party time, Woody.
Yee-haw!
Howdy, little lady.
Somebody’s poisoned
the water hole.
Come on, Molly.
Oh, you’re getting heavy.
See you later, Woody!
Pull my string!
The birthday party’s today?
Okay, everybody,
coast is clear!
Ages three and up.
It’s on my box.
“Ages three and up.”
I’m not supposed to be
baby-sitting Princess Drool.
Hey, Hamm, look.
I’m Picasso!
– I don’t get it.
– You uncultured swine.
What are you looking at,
ya hockey puck?
– Uh, hey, Sarge,
have you seen Slinky?
– Sir! No, sir!
Okay. Hey, thank you.
At ease.
– Hey, uh, Slinky?
– Right here, Woody.
I-I’m red this time.
– No, S-Slink–
– Oh, well, all right.
You can be red if you want.
N-Not now, Slink.
I got some bad news.
– Bad news?
– Shh, shh, shh!
– Just gather everyone up for a
staff meeting, and be happy.
– Got it.
Be happy!
Staff meeting, everybody!
Snake, Robot, podium, please.
Hey, Etch. Draw!
Oh! Got me again.
Etch, you’ve been
working on that draw.
Fastest knobs in the West.
Uh, got a staff meeting,
you guys. Come on, let’s go.
Now, where is that– Oh.
Hey, who moved my doodle pad
way over here?
– Uh, how’re you doin’, Rex?
– Were you scared?
Tell me honestly.
I was close to being scared
that time.
Oh, I’m going for fearsome here,
but I just don’t feel it!
I think I’m just
coming off as annoying.
Ow! Oh, hi, Bo. Hi.
I wanted to thank you, Woody,
for saving my flock.
Oh, hey, it was, uh, nothin’.
What do you say I get
someone else to watch
the sheep tonight?
Oh, yeah. I–
Remember, I’m just
a couple of blocks away.
Come on, come on.
Smaller toys up front.
Hey, Woody, come on.
Oh, thanks, Mike.
Okay– Oh, whoa.
Step back.
– For crying out loud.
– Okay. Thank you.
Hello. Check.
That better? Great.
Everybody hear me?
Up on the shelf,
can you hear me? Great.
Okay, first item today:
uh, oh, yeah–
has everyone picked
a moving buddy?
– What?
– Moving buddy?
You can’t be serious.
Well, I didn’t know we were
supposed to have one already.
– Do we have to hold hands?
– Oh, yeah. You guys think
this is a big joke.
We’ve only got one week left
before the move. I don’t want
any toys left behind.
A moving buddy.
If you don’t have one,
get one!
All right, next.
Uh, oh, yes.
Tuesday night’s plastic
corrosion awareness meeting…
was, I think,
a big success,
and we want to thank Mr. Spell
for putting that on for us.
– Thank you, Mr. Spell.
– You’re welcome.
Okay. Uh, oh, yes.
One, uh, minor note here.
Andy’s birthday party
has been moved to today.
– Uh, next we have–
– Wait a minute.
– What do you mean
the party’s today?
– His birthday’s not
’til next week!
– What’s goin’ on down there?
-Is his mom losin’ her marbles?
-Well, obviously, she wanted to
have the party before the move.
– I’m not worried.
You shouldn’t be worried.
– Of course Woody ain’t worried.
-He’s been Andy’s favorite
since kindergarten.
-Hey, hey. Come on, Potato Head.
If Woody says it’s all right,
then, well, darn it,
it’s good enough for me.
Woody has never
steered us wrong before.
Come on, guys.
Every Christmas and birthday
we go through this.
But what if Andy gets
another dinosaur, a mean one?
I just don’t think I could take
that kind of rejection!
Hey, listen.
No one’s getting replaced.
This is Andy
we’re talking about.
It doesn’t matter how much
we’re played with.
What matters is that we’re here
for Andy when he needs us.
That’s what we’re
made for, right?
Pardon me. I hate to
break up the staff meeting,
but they’re here!
– Birthday guests
at three o’clock!
– Stay calm, everyone!
Hey!
– Uh, meeting adjourned.
– Ho, boy, will you take a look
at all those presents?
I can’t see a thing.
Yes, sir. We’re next month’s
garage sale fodder for sure.
– Any dinosaur-shaped ones?
– Oh, for crying out loud.
– They’re all in boxes,
you idiot.
– They’re getting bigger!
– Wait, there’s a nice
little one over there.
– Hi!
– Spell: trash can.
– We’re doomed!
All right. All right!
If I send out the troops,
will you all calm down?
– Yes! Yes! We promise!
– Okay! Save your batteries.
Eh, very good, Woody.
That’s using the old noodle.
Sergeant, establish a recon post
downstairs. Code Red!
– You know what to do.
– Yes, sir!
All right, men.
You heard him.
Code Red!
Repeat: we are at Code Red.
Recon plan Charlie. Execute!
Let’s move, move,
move, move, move!
Okay. Come on, kids. Everyone
in the living room. It’s almost
time for the presents.
All right, gangway, gangway.
And this is how we find out…
what is in those presents.
Okay! Who’s hungry?
Here come the chips!
I’ve got Cool Ranch
and barbecue! Ow!
What in the world? Oh!
I thought I told him
to pick these up.
Shouldn’t they be there by now?
What’s taking them so long?
Hey, these guys
are professionals.
They’re the best.
Come on. They’re not
lying down on the job.
– G-Go on without me. Just go.
– A good soldier never leaves
a man behind.
Okay, everybody.
Come on.
Settle down. Now, kids.
Everybody– You sit in a circle.
No, Andy. Andy, you sit
in the middle there.
Good. And which present
are you gonna open first?
There they are.
– Come in, Mother Bird.
This is Alpha Bravo.
– This is it! This is it!
– Come in, Mother Bird.
– Quiet, quiet, quiet!
– All right, Andy’s opening
the first present now.
Mrs. Potato Head!
Mrs. Potato Head!
Mrs. Potato Head!
– Hey, I can dream, can’t I?
– The bow’s coming off.
He’s ripping the wrapping paper.
It’s a– It’s– It’s a–
A lunch box.
We’ve got a lunch box here.
– A lunch box?
– A lunch box?
– For lunch.
Okay, second present.
It appears to be–
– Okay, it’s bed sheets.
– Who invited that kid?
Oh! Only one left.
– Okay, we’re on
the last present now.
– Last present!
It’s a big one. It’s a–
It’s a board game!
Repeat: Battleship.
– Yay!
– Hallelujah!
– Yeah, all right.
– Hey! Watch it!
– Sorry there, old spud head.
Mission accomplished.
Well done, men. Pack it up.
We’re goin’ home.
So did I tell you? Huh?
Nothin’ to worry about.
I knew you were right
all along, Woody. Never
doubted you for a second.
Wait a minute.
Oh, what do we have here?
Ohh!
Wait!
Turn that thing back on!
Come in, Mother Bird.
Come in, Mother Bird.
Mom has pulled a surprise
present from the closet.
Andy’s opening it.
He’s really excited
about this one.
– Mom! What is it?
– It’s a huge package.
Oh, get outta the–
One of the kids is in the way.
I can’t see.
It’s a–
It’s a what?
What is it?
– Oh, no!
– Oh, ya big lizard! Now we’ll
never know what it is!
– Way to go, Rex!
– No, no! Turn ’em around!
Turn ’em around!
Oh, he’s puttin’ ’em in
backwards. You’re– You’re
puttin’ ’em in backwards!
Plus is positive,
minus is negative!
Oh, let me!
Let’s go to my room, guys!
Red alert! Red alert!
Andy is coming upstairs!
– There!
– Juvenile intrusion. Repeat,
resume your positions now!
Andy’s coming, everybody!
Back to your places! Hurry!
Get to your places!
Get to your places!
Where’s my ear?
Who’s seen my ear?
Did you see my ear?
Out of my way!
Here I come!
Here I come! Ohh!
Hey, look!
Its lasers light up.
– Take that, Zurg!
– Quick, make a space. This is
where the spaceship lands.
And he does it back, and he does
a karate-chop action.
Come on down, guys!
It’s time for games!
– We got prizes!
– Oh, yeah!
– What is it?
– Can you see it?
– What the heck is up there?
Woody, who’s up there
with ya?
Woody, what are you
doing under the bed?
Uh, nothin’. Uh, nothin’.
I’m sure Andy was just a
little excited, that’s all.
Too much cake and ice cream,
I suppose. It’s just a mistake!
Well, that mistake is sitting
in your spot, Woody.
– Oh! Have you been replaced?
– Hey, what did I
tell you earlier?
No one is getting replaced.
Now, let’s all be polite
and give whatever it is
up there…
a nice, big
Andy’s-room welcome.
Buzz Lightyear to Star Command.
Come in, Star Command.
Star Command, come in.
Do you read me?
Why don’t they answer?
My ship!
Blast! This’ll take
weeks to repair.
Buzz Lightyear mission log,
stardate 4-0-7-2.
My ship has run off course
en route to sector 12.
I’ve crash-landed
on a strange planet.
The impact must’ve awoken me
from hypersleep.
Terrain seems
a bit unstable.
No readout yet
if the air is breathable.
– And there seems to be no sign
of intelligent life anywhere.
– Hello!
Whoa! He-Hey! Whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Did I frighten you?
Didn’t mean to. Sorry.
Howdy. My name is Woody…
and this is Andy’s room.
That’s all I wanted to say.
And also, there has been
a bit of a mix-up.
This is my spot, see–
the bed here.
Local law enforcement.
It’s about time you got here.
I’m Buzz Lightyear,
Space Ranger,
Universe Protection Unit.
My ship has crash-landed
here by mistake.
Yes, it is a mistake,
because, you see,
the bed here is my spot.
I need to repair
my turbo boosters.
Do you people still use
fossil fuels, or have you
discovered crystallic fusion?
Well, let’s see.
We got double-A’s.
– Watch yourself!
Halt! Who goes there?
– Don’t shoot!
– It’s okay. Friends.
– Do you know these life-forms?
Yes. They’re Andy’s toys.
All right, everyone.
You’re clear to come out.
I am Buzz Lightyear.
I come in peace.
Oh, I’m so glad
you’re not a dinosaur!
All right, thank you.
Now, thank you all
for your kind welcome.
– Say, what’s that button do?
– I’ll show you.
– Buzz Lightyear to the rescue.
– Whoa!
– Man!
Hey, Woody’s got something
like that. His is a pull string,
only it’s–
– Only it sounds like
a car ran over it.
– Oh, yeah, but not
like this one.
This is a quality sound system.
Probably all copper wiring, huh?
So, uh, where you from?
Singapore? Hong Kong?
Well, no. Actually, I-I’m–
I’m stationed up in the Gamma
Quadrant of Sector Four.
As a member of the elite
Universe Protection Unit
of the Space Ranger Corps,
I protect the galaxy
from the threat of invasion…
from the evil Emperor Zurg,
sworn enemy of
the Galactic Alliance.
Oh, really?
I’m from Playskool.
And I’m from Mattel.
Well, I’m not really
from Mattel.
I’m actually from a smaller
company that was purchased
in a leveraged buyout.
You’d think they’d never
seen a new toy before.
Well, sure, look at him.
He’s got more gadgets on him
than a Swiss Army knife.
Ah, ah, ah, ah! Please be
careful. You don’t want to be in
the way when my laser goes off.
Hey, a laser!
How come you don’t have
a laser, Woody?
It’s not a laser. It’s a–
It’s a little light bulb
that blinks.
– What’s with him?
– Laser envy.
– All right, that’s enough!
Look, we’re all very impressed
with Andy’s new toy.
– Toy?
– T-O-Y. Toy!
Excuse me. I-I think
the word you’re searching for
is “Space Ranger.”
The word I’m searching for
I can’t say because there’s
preschool toys present.
Gettin’ kind of tense,
aren’t ya?
Oh, uh, Mr. Lightyear,
uh, now, I’m curious.
What does a Space Ranger
actually do?
He’s not a Space Ranger!
He doesn’t fight evil or–
or shoot lasers or fly!
Excuse me.
– Wow!
– Oh, impressive wingspan.
Very good!
Oh, what? What?
These are plastic.
He can’t fly.
They are a terillium-carbonic
alloy, and Ican fly.
– No, you can’t.
– Yes, I can.
– You can’t.
– Can.
– Can’t. Can’t. Can’t!
I tell you, I could fly around
this room with my eyes closed!
Okay, then, Mr. Light Beer,
prove it.
All right, then, I will.
Stand back, everyone.
To infinity and beyond!
– Can!
– Whoa!
Oh, wow! You flew
magnificently!
– I found my movin’ buddy.
– Thank you. Th-Thank you all.
Thank you.
That wasn’t flying.
That was falling with style.
Man, the dolls
must really go for you.
Can you teach me that?
– Golly bob howdy!
– Oh, shut up!
No, in a couple of days,
everything will be just the way
it was. They’ll see.
They’ll see. I’m still
Andy’s favorite toy.
I was on top of the world
livin’ high
– It was right in my pocket
– Whoa!
I was livin’ the life
Things were just the way
they should be
When from out of the sky
like a bomb
Comes some little punk
in a rocket
Now all of a sudden
some strange things
are happening to me
Buzz Lightyear to the rescue!
Strange things
Are happening to me
Strange things
Strange things
Are happening to me
Ain’t no doubt about it
I had friends
I had lots of friends
Now all my friends are gone
And I’m doin’ the best I can
To carry on
– I had power
– Power
– I was respected
– Respected
But not anymore
And I’ve lost the love
of the one
Whom I adore
Let me tell you ’bout it
Strange things
Are happening to me
Strange things
Strange things
Are happening to me
Ain’t no doubt about it
Strange things
Strange things
Oh! Finally.
– Hey, who’s got my hat?
– Look, I’m Woody.
Howdy, howdy, howdy.
Ah-ha. Ah-ha!
Give me that!
Say there, Lizard
and Stretchy Dog,
let me show you something.
It looks as though I’ve been
accepted into your culture.
Your chief Andy
inscribed his name on me.
Wow! With permanent ink too!
Well, I must get back
to repairing my ship.
– Don’t let it
get to you, Woody.
– Uh, let what?
I don’t, uh–
What do you mean? Who?
I know Andy’s excited
about Buzz,
but you know he’ll always have
a special place for you.
– Yeah, like the attic.
– All right! That’s it!
– Unidirectional bonding strip.
– Mr. Lightyear wants more tape.
Listen, Light Snack,
you stay away from Andy.
He’s mine, and no one
is taking him away from me.
What are you talking about?
Where’s that bonding strip?
And another thing: stop
with this spaceman thing!
It’s getting on my nerves!
Are you saying you want to
lodge a complaint
with Star Command?
Oh-ho-ho! Okay!
Ooh, well, so you wanna
do it the hard way, huh?
– Don’t even think
about it, cowboy.
– Oh, yeah, tough guy?
The air isn’t toxic.
How dare you open a spaceman’s
helmet on an uncharted planet!
My eyeballs could’ve been
sucked from their sockets.
You actually think
you’rethe Buzz Lightyear?
Oh, all this time
I thought it was an act!
Hey, guys, look!
It’s the real Buzz Lightyear!
-You’re mocking me, aren’t you?
-Oh, no, no. No, no, no, no, no.
– Buzz, look! An alien!
– Where?
Yes!
Whoa!
– Uh-oh.
– It’s Sid!
– Don’t move!
– I thought he was
at summer camp.
– They, uh, must have kicked him
out early this year.
– Oh, no, not Sid!
Incoming!
– Who is it this time?
– Uh, I can’t– I can’t tell.
– Hey, where’s Lenny?
– Right here, Woody.
Oh, no, I can’t bear
to watch one of these again.
– Stay where you are!
– Oh, no, it’s a Combat Carl.
– What’s going on?
– Nothing that concerns
you spacemen; just us toys.
I’d better take a look
anyway.
Why is that soldier strapped
to an explosive device?
That’s why– Sid.
– Hmm, sure is a hairy fellow.
– No, no, that’s Scud,
you idiot.
That is Sid.
– You mean that happy child?
– That ain’t no happy child.
He tortures toys,
just for fun!
Well, then, we’ve
got to do something.
– What are you doing?
Get down from there!
– I’m gonna teach
that boy a lesson.
Yeah, sure. You go ahead.
Melt him with your scary laser.
Be careful with that.
It’s extremely dangerous.
He’s lighting it!
He’s lighting it!
Hit the dirt!
Look out!
Yes! He’s gone!
He’s history!
I could’ve stopped him.
Buzz, I would love
to see you try.
– Of course, I’d love
to see you as a crater.
– Yeah!
– The sooner we move,
the better.
– Oh, what a great shot. Yeah!
To infinity and beyond!
Oh, all this packing makes me
hungry. What would you say to
dinner at, uh, oh, Pizza Planet?
Pizza Planet? Oh, cool!
Go wash your hands,
and I’ll get Molly ready.
– Can I bring some toys?
– You can bring one toy.
– Just one?
– One toy?
Will Andy pick me?
“Don’t count on it”?
Ohh!
Buzz! Oh, Buzz!
Buzz Lightyear!
Buzz Lightyear, thank goodness!
We’ve got trouble!
– Trouble? Where?
– Down there. Just down there.
A helpless toy!
It’s– It’s trapped, Buzz!
Then we’ve no time to lose.
– I don’t see anything.
– Uh, he’s there. Just–
Just keep looking.
What kind of toy–
– Buzz!
– Buzz!
– Buzz!
– I don’t see him
in the driveway.
– Did you see what happened?
– I think he bounced
into Sid’s yard!
– Ohh! Buzz!
Hey, everyone!
R.C.’s trying to say something.
What is it, boy?
– He’s saying that this
was no accident.
– Huh?
– What do you mean?
– I mean Humpty-Dumpty
was pushed.
– No!
– By Woody!
– What?
– What?
Wait a minute. You– You don’t
think I meant to knock Buzz out
the window, do you? Potato Head?
That’s Mr. Potato Head to you,
you back-stabbin’ murderer!
Now, it was an accident,
guys. Come on.
Now, you– you gotta
believe me.
We believe ya, Woody.
Right, Rex?
Well, ye– n–
I don’t like confrontations.
Where is your honor, dirt bag?
You are an absolute disgrace!
You don’t deserve to– Hey!
You couldn’t handle Buzz
cuttin’ in on your playtime,
could you, Woody?
Didn’t wanna face the fact
that Buzz just might be
Andy’s new favorite toy.
So you got rid of him. Well,
what if Andy starts playing
with me more, Woody, huh?
You’re gonna knock me out
of the window too?
– I don’t think we should
give him the chance.
– There he is, men.
– Frag him!
– Let’s string him up
by his pull string!
– I’ve got dibs on his hat!
– Would you boys stop it?
– Tackle him!
– No, no, no! W-W-Wait!
– Boys, stop it!
– I can explain everything.
– Okay, Mom, be right down.
– I’ve gotta get Buzz.
– Retreat!
-Mom, do you know where Buzz is?
-No, I haven’t seen him.
-Psst!
Andy, I’m heading
out the door!
– But, Mom, I can’t find him!
– Honey, just grab some
other toy. Now, come on.
Okay.
I couldn’t find my Buzz.
I know I left him right there.
Honey, I’m sure he’s around.
You’ll find him.
It’s too short!
We need more monkeys!
There aren’t any more!
That’s the whole barrel!
Buzz, the monkeys
aren’t working.
We’re formulating
another plan!
Stay calm!
Oh, where could he be?
– Can I help pump the gas?
– Sure! I’ll even let you drive.
– Yeah?
– Yeah, when you’re 16.
Yuk, yuk, yuk.
Funny, Mom.
Oh, great. How am I
gonna convince those guys
it was an accident?
Buzz!
Buzz! Hah! You’re alive!
This is great!
Oh, I’m saved! I’m saved!
Andy will find you here.
He’ll take us back
to the room, and then you
can tell everyone…
that this was all
just a big mistake.
Huh? Right? Buddy?
I just want you to know
that even though you tried
to terminate me,
revenge is not an idea
we promote on my planet.
– Oh. Oh, that’s good.
– But we’re not on my planet.
– Are we?
– No.
Okay. Come on!
You want a piece of me?
– Ow!
– Buzz– Buzz– Buzz
Lightyear to the rescue.
– Ah-ow!
– Next stop–
– Pizza Planet. Yeah!
Andy!
Wh– Doesn’t he realize
that I’m not there?
I’m lost!
Oh, I’m a lost toy!
Buzz Lightyear mission log.
The local sheriff and I seem
to be at a huge refueling
station of some sort.
You!
– According to my
navi-computer, the–
– Shut up!
– Just shut up, you idiot!
– Sheriff, this is
no time to panic.
This is the perfect time
to panic! I’m lost!
Andy is gone!
They’re gonna move from
their house in two days,
and it’s all your fault!
My– My fault?
If you hadn’t pushed me out of
the window in the first place–
Oh, yeah? Well, if you hadn’t
shown up in your stupid little
cardboard spaceship…
and taken away everything
that was important to me–
Don’t talk to me
about importance.
Because of you,
the security of this entire
universe is in jeopardy!
What? What are you
talking about?
Right now, poised at the edge
of the galaxy, Emperor Zurg has
been secretly building…
a weapon with the
destructive capacity to
annihilate an entire planet!
I alone have information
that reveals this weapon’s
only weakness.
And you, my friend, are
responsible for delaying my
rendezvous with Star Command!
You are a toy!
You aren’t the real
Buzz Lightyear! You’re a–
Uh, you’re an action figure!
You are a child’s
plaything!
You are a sad, strange
little man, and you have
my pity. Farewell.
Oh, yeah? Well,
good riddance, ya loony.
“Rendezvous with Star Command.”
– Hey, gas dude!
– You talking to me?
– Yeah, man.
– Pizza Planet?
– Can you help me?
– Do you know where
Cutting Boulevard is?
– Andy!
– Just a moment.
– Oh, no!
I can’t show my face
in that room without Buzz.
– Buzz! Buzz, come back!
– Go away.
No, Buzz, you gotta
come back! I–
I found a spaceship!
It’s a spaceship, Buzz.
Come on, man, hurry up!
Um, like, the pizzas
are getting cold here.
– Oh, yeah, Cutting Boulevard.
– Yeah, yeah. Which way?
Now, you’re sure this space
freighter will return…
to its port of origin once
it jettisons its food supply?
Uh-huh. And when we
get there,
we’ll be able to find a way
to transport you home.
-Well, then, let’s climb aboard.
-No, no, no, wait! Buzz! Buzz!
Let’s get in the back.
No one will see us there.
Negative. There are no
restraining harnesses
in the cargo area.
– We’ll be much safer
in the cockpit.
– Yeah, but–
– Buzz! Buzz!
– That’s two lefts
and a right, huh?
– Yeah.
– Uh, thanks for the
directions, okay?
– Yeah, remember, kid–
– Buzz!
“It’s safer in the cockpit
than the cargo bay.”
What an idiot.
Next shuttle liftoff
scheduled for T-minus
30 minutes and counting.
You are cleared to enter.
Welcome to Pizza Planet.
– The white zone
is for eating pizza–
– Sheriff!
Sheriff? There you are.
Now, the entrance
is heavily guarded.
We need a way to get inside.
Great idea, Woody.
I like your thinkin’.
You are cleared to enter.
– Welcome to Pizza Planet.
– Now!
Quickly, Sheriff!
The air lock is closing.
Jones, party of five,
your shuttle is now boarding–
Mom, can we have
some tokens?
– Ow! Watch where
you’re going!
– Sorry!
Nine, eight, seven, six,
five, four, three,
two, one.
What a spaceport!
Good work, Woody.
– Mom, can I play Black Hole?
Please, please, please!
– Andy!
– Oh, it’s so cool!
– Now, we need to find a ship
that’s headed for Sector 12.
Wait a minute. No, no, no, Buzz.
This way! There’s a special
ship. I just saw it.
You mean it has hyperdrive?
Hyperactive hyperdrive
and Astro, uh, turf!
– Where is it?
I-I don’t see the–
– Come on. That’s it.
Spaceship!
All right, Buzz,
get ready. And–
-Until the universe explodes!
-Okay, Buzz, when I say go,
we’re gonna jump in the basket.
Buzz!
– Hey, Mom, if I eat
all of my pizza,
– No!
– can I have some alien slime?
This cannot be
happening to me!
– A stranger.
– From the outside.
– Ooh!
Greetings.
I am Buzz Lightyear.
-I come in peace.
-Tell me what it’s like outside.
Before your space journey,
re-energize yourself with
a slice of pepperoni,
now boarding at counter three.
This is an intergalactic
emergency. I need to commandeer
your vessel to Sector 12.
Who’s in charge here?
The claw!
– The claw is our master.
– The claw chooses who will go
and who will stay.
– This is ludicrous.
– Hey, bozo, you got
a brain in there?
Take that!
Oh, no! Sid!
Get down!
– What’s gotten into you,
Sheriff? I wa–
– You are the one…
– that decided to
climb into this–
– Shh! The claw.
It moves.
I have been chosen!
Farewell, my friends.
I go on to a better place.
Gotcha!
A Buzz Lightyear?
No way!
– Yes!
– Buzz! No!
Hey!
– He has been chosen.
– He must go.
– Hey!
– You might anger the claw.
– What are you doing? Stop it!
– The claw! The claw!
– Stop it, you zealots!
– Do not fight the claw.
All right!
Double prizes!
Let’s go home and play.
Sheriff, I can see
your dwelling from here.
You’re almost home.
Nirvana is coming.
The mystic portal awaits.
Will you be quiet?
You guys don’t get it, do you?
Once we go into Sid’s house,
we won’t be coming out!
Whoa, Scud! Hey, boy!
Sit! Good boy.
– Hey, I got something
for you, boy.
– Freeze!
Ready, set, now!
Hannah! Hey, Hannah!
– What?
– Did I get my package
in the mail?
– I don’t know.
– What do you mean,
you don’t know?
I don’t know.
– Oh, no, Hannah!
– What?
– Look– Janie!
– Hey!
– She’s sick!
– No, she’s not!
– I’ll have to perform
one of my operations.
– No!
– Not Sid’s room.
Not there.
– No!
Sid, give her back!
Sid!
– Oh, no!
– Mom!
– We have a sick
patient here, Nurse.
Prepare the O.R., stat!
Patient is prepped.
No one’s ever attempted
a double bypass…
brain transplant before.
Now for the tricky part.
Pliers!
I don’t believe that man’s
ever been to medical school.
Doctor, you’ve done it!
Hannah!
Janie’s all better now.
– Mom! Mom!
– She’s lying!
Whatever she says,
it’s not true!
We are gonna die.
I’m outta here!
Locked!
There’s gotta be
another way outta here.
Uh, Buzz, was that you?
Hey, hi there,
little fella.
Come out here.
Do you know a way outta here?
Bu-Bu-Bu-Buzz!
They’re cannibals.
Mayday, mayday.
Come in, Star Command.
Send reinforcements.
Star Command, do you copy?
I’ve set my laser
from stun to kill.
Ah, great, great.
Yeah, and if anyone attacks us,
we can blink ’em to death.
Hey, you guys, I think
I found him. Buzz, is that you?
Whiskers, will you
get out of here!
You’re interfering
with a search and rescue!
Look! They’re home.
– Mom, have you seen Woody?
– Where was the last place
you left him?
– Right here in the van.
– I’m sure he’s there.
You’re just not looking
hard enough.
He’s not here, Mom.
Woody’s gone!
– Woody’s gone?
– Yeah, boy,
the weasel ran away.
Huh? Huh?
I told you he was guilty.
Who would’ve thought he was
capable of such atrocities?
Oh, Slink,
I hope he’s okay.
Oh, a survivor!
Where’s the rebel base?
Talk!
I can see your will
is strong.
Well, we have ways
of making you talk.
Where are your
rebel friends now?
– Sid, your Pop Tarts
are ready!
– All right!
Are you all right?
I’m proud of you, Sheriff.
A lesser man would’ve
talked under such torture.
I sure hope this
isn’t permanent.
Still no word from Star Command.
We’re not that far
from the spaceport.
The door. It’s open!
We’re free!
– Woody, we don’t know
what’s out there!
– I’ll tell you wha–
They’re gonna eat us, Buzz!
Do something, quick!
Shield your eyes!
It’s not working.
I recharged it before I left.
I-It should be good for–
You idiot, you’re a toy!
Use your karate-chop action!
– Get away!
– Hey! Hey! How’re you
doin’ that? Stop that!
– Back! Back,
you savages! Back!
– Woody, stop it.
Sorry, guys,
but dinner’s cancelled.
There’s no place like home.
There’s no place like home.
There’s no place like home!
Another stunt like that, cowboy,
and you’re gonna get us killed.
– Don’t tell me what to do.
– Shh!
Yee-haw! Giddyap, partner!
We got to get this
wagon train a-movin’!
Split up!
Calling Buzz Lightyear.
Come in, Buzz Lightyear.
This is Star Command.
– Buzz Lightyear,
– Star Command!
– do you read me?
Buzz Lightyear responding.
Read you loud and clear.
Buzz Lightyear,
planet Earth needs your help!
– On the way!
– Buzz Lightyear!
The world’s greatest superhero,
now the world’s greatest toy!
Buzz has it all!
Locking wrist communicator!
– Calling Buzz Lightyear!
– Karate-chop action!
– Wow!
– Pulsating laser light!
– Total annihilation!
– Multi-phrase voice simulator!
There’s a secret mission
in uncharted space.
There’s a secret mission
in uncharted space.
And best of all,
high pressure space wings!
– To infinity and beyond!
– Not a flying toy.
Get your Buzz Lightyear
action figure and save
a galaxy near you!
-Buzz Lightyear!
-Available at all Al’s Toy Barn
outlets in the Tri-county area.
Out among the stars I sit
Way beyond the moon
In my silver ship I sail
To a dream
that ended too soon
Now I know
Exactly who I am
and what I’m here for
You are a toy!
You can’t fly!
And I will go sailing
No more
But no, it can’t be true
I could fly if I wanted to
Like a bird in the sky
If I believed I could fly
Why, I’d fly
To infinity and beyond!
Clearly I
Will go sailing
No more
Mom! Mom, have you seen
my Sally doll?
What, dear?
What was that?
Never mind!
Buzz, the coast is clear.
Buzz, where are you?
There’s a secret mission
in uncharted space. Let’s go.
Really? That is
so interesting.
Would you like some tea,
Mrs. Nesbitt?
– Buzz!
– It’s so nice you could join us
on such late notice.
– Oh, no.
– What a lovely hat,
Mrs. Nesbitt.
It goes quite well
with your head.
Hannah! Oh, Hannah!
Mom? Please excuse me, ladies.
I’ll be right back.
What is it, Mom?
Mom, where are you?
Buzz! Hey! Buzz, are you okay?
Gone! It’s all gone.
All of it’s gone.
Bye-bye. Whoo-whoo. See ya.
– What happened to you?
– One minute you’re defending
the whole galaxy,
and suddenly you find yourself
suckin’ down Darjeeling…
with Marie Antoinette
and her little sister.
I think you’ve had enough tea
for today.
– Let’s get you
outta here, Buzz.
– Don’t you get it?
You see the hat?
I am Mrs. Nesbitt!
Snap out of it, Buzz!
I-I-I’m– I’m sorry, I–
You’re right.
I am just a little depressed,
that’s all. I–
I-I can get through this.
– Oh, I’m a sham!
– Shh!
– Look at me.
– Quiet, Buzz!
I can’t even fly out
of a window.
But the hat looked good?
Tell me the hat looked good.
– The apron is a bit much.
– Out the window!
Buzz, you’re a genius!
Come on, come on. This way.
Years of academy training
wasted!
– B-3.
– Miss! G-6.
Ohh! You sunk it!
– Are you peeking?
– Oh, quit your whining
and pay up.
No, no, not the ear.
Give me the nose. Come on.
How about three out of five?
Hey, guys! Guys!
– Hey!
– Son of a building block!
– It’s Woody.
– He’s in the psycho’s bedroom.
– H-H-Hi!
– Everyone! It’s Woody!
– Woody?
– You’re kidding!
– Woody!
We’re gonna get out
of here, Buzz.
Buzz?
– Hey, look!
– Woody!
Oh, boy, am I glad
to see you guys!
– I knew you’d come back, Woody!
– What are you doin’ over there?
It’s a long story, Bo.
I’ll explain later.
Here! Catch this!
Whoa! I got it, Woody!
– He got it, Woody!
– Good goin’, Slink!
– Now just, just
tie it on to somethin’.
– Wait, wait, wait, wait.
– I got a better idea.
How about we don’t?
– Hey!
– Potato Head!
– Did you all take
stupid pills this morning?
Have you forgotten what he did
to Buzz? And now you want to
let him back over here?
No! No, no. No, no, no, no, no.
You got it–
You got it all wrong,
Potato Head.
Buzz is fine. Buzz is
right here. He’s with me.
– You are a liar!
– No, I’m not!
Buzz, come over here and j-just
tell the nice toys that you’re–
that you’re not dead.
Just a sec! Buzz, will you
get up here and give me a hand?
That’s very funny, Buzz.
This is serious!
Hey, Woody, where’d ya go?
He’s lying. Buzz ain’t there.
Oh, hi, Buzz.
Why don’t you say hello
to the guys over there?
Hiya, fellas!
To infinity and beyond!
Hey, look! It’s Buzz!
Yeah! Hey, Buzz, let’s show
the guys our new secret
best-friends handshake.
– Give me five, man!
– Something’s screwy here.
So you see, we’re friends now,
guys. Aren’t we, Buzz?
You bet. Give me a hug.
– Oh, I love you too.
– See? It is Buzz.
– Now give back the lights,
Potato Head.
– Wait just a minute.
– What are you tryin’ to pull?
– Nothin’.
– Oh, that is disgusting.
– Murderer!
– No! No, no, no, no, no!
– You murdering dog!
– It’s not what you think,
I swear!
– Save it for the jury!
I hope Sid pulls
your voice box out, you creep.
No! No! No, no!
Don’t leave! Don’t leave!
Y-Ya gotta help us, please!
-You don’t know
what it’s like over here!
-Come on, let’s get out of here.
Go back to your lives, citizens.
Show’s over.
Come back! Slink!
Slink, please!
Please listen to me!
No! No, come back!
Slinky!
Buzz!
Go away, you disgusting freaks!
All right, back!
Back, you cannibals!
He is still alive and you’re–
you’re not gonna get him,
you monsters!
What are you doin’?
Hey. Hey, they fixed you.
But– But they’re cannibals. We
saw them eat those other toys.
Uh, sorry. I-I-I thought
that you were gonna,
you kn–
you know, eat my friend.
Hey, no, no. Hey. Hey!
What’s wrong?
– Sid!
– Not now, Mom! I’m busy!
Sid!
Buzz, come on, get up!
Use your legs!
Fine! Let Sid trash you!
But don’t blame me!
It came! It finally came!
“The Big One.”
“Extremely dangerous.
Keep out of reach of children.”
Cool! What am I gonna blow?
Man! Hey, where’s that
wimpy cowboy doll?
Yes.
I’ve always wanted to put
a spaceman into orbit.
Yes.
Oh, no!
Oh, man!
Sid Phillips reporting.
Launch of the shuttle has been
delayed due to adverse weather
conditions at the launch site.
Tomorrow’s forecast? Sunny.
Sweet dreams.
I looked everywhere, honey, but
all I could find was your hat.
W-What if we leave them behind?
Oh, don’t worry, honey.
I’m sure we’ll find Woody and
Buzz before we leave tomorrow.
– I need air.
– Will you quit moving around?
I’m sorry. It’s just that
I get– I get so nervous
before I travel.
How did I get stuck with you
as a moving buddy?
Everyone else was picked.
Oh, Woody.
If only you could see
how much Andy misses you.
Psst! Psst! Hey, Buzz!
Hey. Get over here
and see if you can get
this tool box off me.
Oh, come on, Buzz, I–
Buzz, I can’t do this
without you.
I need your help.
I can’t help.
I can’t help anyone.
Why, sure you can, Buzz.
You can get me out of here.
And then I’ll get
that rocket off you and we’ll
make a break for Andy’s house.
Andy’s house, Sid’s house.
What’s the difference?
Oh, Buzz, you’ve had a big fall.
Y-You must not be thinking
clearly.
No, Woody, for the first time
I am thinking clearly.
You were right all along.
I’m not a Space Ranger.
I’m just a toy. A stupid
little insignificant toy.
Whoa. Hey. Wait a minute.
Being a toy is a lot better
than being a, a Space Ranger.
– Yeah, right.
– No, it is.
Look, over in that house
is a kid who thinks
you are the greatest,
and it’s not because
you’re a Space Ranger, pal.
It’s because you’re a toy.
You are his toy.
– But why would Andy want me?
– Why would Andy want you?
Look at you!
You’re a Buzz Lightyear!
Any other toy would give up
his moving parts just to be you.
You’ve got wings!
You glow in the dark! You talk!
Your helmet does that–
that– that “whoosh” thing.
You are a cool toy.
As a matter of fact,
you’re too cool.
I mean– I mean, what chance
does a toy like me have…
against a Buzz Lightyear
action figure?
All I can do is–
There’s a snake in my boots!
Why would Andy ever want to
play with me when he’s got you?
I’m the one that should be
strapped to that rocket.
Listen, Buzz, forget about me.
You should get out of here
while you can.
– Buzz, what are you doin’?
I thought you–
– Come on, Sheriff.
There’s a kid over in that house
who needs us. Now let’s get you
out of this thing.
– Hit it!
– Yes, sir!
Come on, Buzz, we can do it.
– Woody! It’s the moving van!
– We gotta get out of here now.
Come on, Buzz.
All right.
– Buzz. Hey, I’m out!
– Almost there.
I wanna ride the pony.
Whew.
Woody. Woody, are you all right?
No, I’m fine. I’m okay.
Oh, yeah!
Time for liftoff! Whoo!
To infinity and beyond!
Whoo-hoo!
Back! Back!
Down! Down!
Okay, what do I do?
Come on, Woody, think.
Guys!
No, no, no, no, wait!
Wait. Listen. Please!
There’s a good toy down there
and he’s– he’s gonna be blown
to bits in a few minutes,
all because of me.
We gotta save him.
But I need your help.
Please. He’s my friend.
He’s the only one I’ve got.
Thank you.
Okay, I think I know
what to do.
We’re going to have to break
a few rules, but if it works
it’ll help everybody.
Houston to Mission Control.
Come in, Control.
Launchpad is being constructed.
All right, listen up.
I need Pump Boy here.
Ducky, here. Legs?
You’re with Ducky.
RollerBob and I don’t move
’til we get the signal. Clear?
Okay. Let’s move!
Wind the frog!
Wait for the signal.
Go!
All right, let’s go!
I’ll get it!
Now!
I’m coming, I’m coming.
Whoa! Scud!
Stupid dog.
Lean back!
Uh, Mission Control,
is the launchpad
construction complete?
Uh, roger. Rocket is now
secured to guide wire.
We are currently obtaining
the ignition sticks.
– Countdown will commence
momentarily. Stand by.
– Let’s go.
Hey, Mom!
Where are the matches?
– Oh, wait, here they are.
Never mind!
– Woody! Great!
– Help me out of this thing.
– Shh!
– What?
– It’s okay.
Everything’s under control.
– Woody, what are you doing ?
– Houston, all systems are go.
Requesting permission to launch.
Hey. How’d you get out here?
Oh, well. You and I
can have a cookout later.
Houston, do we have
permission to launch?
Uh, roger. Permission granted.
You are confirmed
at T-minus ten seconds…
and counting.
Ten, nine, eight, seven,
six, five, four, three,
two, one–
Reach for the sky.
– Huh?
– This town ain’t big enough
for the two of us.
What?
Somebody’s poisoned
the water hole.
– It’s busted.
– Who are you calling
“busted,” buster?
– Huh?
– That’s right.
– I’m talking to you,
Sid Phillips.
– Huh?
We don’t like
bein’ blown up, Sid.
– Or smashed. Or ripped apart.
– We?
That’s right. Your toys.
Mama! Mama!
Mama! Mama!
Mama!
From now on you must take
good care of your toys,
because if you don’t,
we’ll find out, Sid.
We toys can see everything.
So play nice.
We did it! We did it! Yes!
The toys! The toys are alive!
N-Nice toy.
What’s wrong, Sid? Don’t you
want to play with Sally?
Nice work, fellas. Good job.
Coming out of the ground–
what a touch.
That was a stroke of genius.
Woody.
Thanks.
Everybody say, “Bye, House!”
– Woody! The van!
– Bye, House.
We gotta run! Thanks, guys!
Quick!
Just go! I’ll catch up!
Come on!
You can do it, Woody!
I made it.
Ow! Get away, you stupid dog!
Down! Down!
Hold on, Woody!
I can’t do it.
Take care of Andy for me!
No!
Buzz!
– Ow!
– Are we there already?
– Woody?
– Woody!
– How did you–
– How’d he get here?
– Where have you–
What happened– Ow!
– What’s goin’ on?
– What’s the– What’s he takin’?
– Aha! There you are!
Hey, what’s he doing?
He’s at it again!
– Get him!
– Come on!
Get him!
Aah! Aah! No! No!
No, no, no, no, wait!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
– Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
– Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Pig pile!
– Get out of that car!
– Move it!
– Whew.
– No, please! You
don’t understand!
Buzz is out there!
We gotta help him!
– Toss him overboard!
– No, no, no, no! Wait! Aaah!
– Hooray!
– So long, Woody!
– Ohh, Woody!
– Ohh!
– Oh! Well, thanks for the ride!
– Look out! Aaaah!
Now let’s catch up
to that truck!
– Guys! Guys!
Woody’s riding R.C.!
– What?
And Buzz is with him!
– Ohh!
– What? Buzz?
Itis Buzz!
Woody was telling the truth!
– What have we done?
– Great! Now I have guilt!
We’re almost there!
– Rocky, the ramp!
– Come on, Woody, Buzz!
You can do it!
Look out!
Quick! Hold on to my tail!
Atta boy, Slink!
Uhh! Woody!
– Woody, speed up!
– Speed up!
The batteries!
They’re running out!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
– Whoa!
– Aaaah!
Hakuna Matata
What a wonderful phrase
I can’t hold on much longer!
Slink, hang on!
Ouch!
Great.
– Woody! The rocket!
– The match!
Yes! Thank you, Sid!
No! No, no! No!
No!
Oh, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no!
No!
– Woody, what are you doing?
– Hold still, Buzz.
You did it! Next stop, Andy.
Wait a minute.
I just lit a rocket.
Rockets explode!
I should’ve held on longer.
Look! Look! It’s Woody and Buzz
coming up fast!
Woody!
Run! Take cover!
Aah! This is the part
where we blow up!
Not today.
Hey, Buzz! You’re flying!
This isn’t flying.
This is falling with style.
To infinity and beyond!
Uh, Buzz, we missed the truck.
We’re not aiming for the truck.
– Hey! Wow!
– What? What is it?
– Woody! Buzz!
– Oh, great! You found ’em.
Where were they?
– Here in the car!
– See?
Now, what did I tell you?
Right where you left ’em.
– Which one can I open first?
– Let’s let Molly open one.
– Frankincense, this is Myrrh.
– Hey, heads up, everybody!
– It’s show time!
– Oh! It’s time!
Oh. Bo. There’s gotta be a less
painful way to get my attention.
Merry Christmas, Sheriff.
– Say, isn’t that mistletoe?
– Mm-hmm.
Maybe Andy’ll get another
dinosaur, like a leaf eater.
That way I could play
the, uh, dominant predator!
– Quiet, everyone, quiet.
– Molly’s first present is…
Mrs. Potato Head!
Repeat, a Mrs. Potato Head!
– Way to go, Idaho!
– Gee, I’d better shave.
Come in, Frankincense.
Andy is now opening
his first present. It’s–
– Buzz. Buzz Lightyear.
– I can’t quite–
– You are not worried, are you?
– Me? No.
– make out–
– No. No, no, no, no, no, no.
Mm-mmm.
A large box.
It’s, it’s, it’s–
– Are you?
– Oh, now, Buzz.
What could Andy possibly get
that is worse than you?
Oh, what is it? What is it?
Wow! A puppy!
You’ve got a friend in me
You’ve got a friend in me
When the road looks
rough ahead
And you’re miles and miles
from your nice, warm bed
You just remember
what your old pal said
Boy, you’ve got a friend in me
Yeah, you’ve got a friend in me
You’ve got a friend in me
You’ve got a friend in me
If you got troubles
Then I got ’em too
There isn’t anything
I wouldn’t do for you
If we stick together
we can see it through
‘Cause you’ve got a friend in me
You’ve got a friend in me
Now, some other folks might be
a little bit smarter than I am
– Bigger and stronger too
– Maybe
But none of them will ever
love you the way I do
It’s me and you, boy
And as the years go by
Our friendship will never die
You’re gonna see
it’s our destiny
You’ve got a friend in me
You’ve got a friend in me
You’ve got a friend in me
Make a third one
I hope he does
I LIKE where this is going. Can I have more?
The little bro gonna smash the big brother tonight Kappa
Aight bois he added the “mwuah” lets let it pass
now that is a little sissy crossdresser ready to get fucked out of her stupid ass bitch mind
Hit or miss, she took the fucking kids huh
hit or miss, I bet she took the kids,huh
she got a boyfriend, I bet she know he beats ’em
she lied in court and now she gets to *keep them*
I’ll get to see them once or twice a week, hun
That little boy needs to be raped for being such a smug little dicked dick!
Shad made me bi, thanks my lord.
same
Please have him get fucked in the ass
I need more Master Shad
oh… why does this strike my fancy? I’m probably bisexual, shad what have you done to me.
F
A
G
Goodbye
Make more stacey anal please
I want the next one to be the little kid inside his brother.
Hit or miss?
I know where this is going….And I like it!
I’ll be waiting for the next chapter, Shad. Please, keep going
Part 3 pls, Master Shad
I wish there was an archive category with original characters as a theme… That way this comic story would be easier to follow
We need more, Shad! Justt do it
He’s going plowing with his cock
Ram Ranch Next
18 naked cowboys in the showers at ram ranch
Yeah 28 US marines pulling up in Ford Raptors helicopters landing. Ram Ranch under siege under lockdown.
Why In The Name Of The Mother Fucking Hell I Can’t Get Over This…??? Get Out Of My Fucking Head Please…!!!
BTW Nice Drawings Shadman
Yes she looks like a trap. No she’s not a trap
Bruh the comic should end with his mom berating him while liking the trap thing.
Big ol Yikes
Fuuuck, like it: sexnight.pw/photo371.jpg
According to all known laws
of aviation,
there is no way a bee
should be able to fly.
Its wings are too small to get
its fat little body off the ground.
The bee, of course, flies anyway
because bees don’t care
what humans think is impossible.
Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
Ooh, black and yellow!
Let’s shake it up a little.
Barry! Breakfast is ready!
Ooming!
Hang on a second.
Hello?
– Barry?
– Adam?
– Oan you believe this is happening?
– I can’t. I’ll pick you up.
Looking sharp.
Use the stairs. Your father
paid good money for those.
Sorry. I’m excited.
Here’s the graduate.
We’re very proud of you, son.
A perfect report card, all B’s.
Very proud.
Ma! I got a thing going here.
– You got lint on your fuzz.
– Ow! That’s me!
– Wave to us! We’ll be in row 118,000.
– Bye!
Barry, I told you,
stop flying in the house!
– Hey, Adam.
– Hey, Barry.
– Is that fuzz gel?
– A little. Special day, graduation.
Never thought I’d make it.
I’m gonna say the N word
YOU CANT DO THAT ITS RACIST
Nigger
XD
So about that tranny post last time, I don’t dare to see her getting fucked, but if she fucks something with a real vagina I’m ok.
Also Jesus just make the brothers fuck, take it out of their system
make them fuck
Ok we all know what is going to happen ne
Don’t do it shadman don’t make them fuck
Shad DO IT
no can we get like a big guy that rapes both of them
That would literally ruin the comic, the kid needs to fuck his brother.
You have shit generic taste, mate
Don’t say it don’t think it
make the younger brother have sex with the older brother / sister
This is very cool
This plus the previous are probably the best I’ve ever seen from Shad, please make more
Just one page of the trap getting cucked by the shota sounds good to me
More than one page… then Mom should walk in
Nah man make it the dad
Make it the mom and she’ll join in and get ass fucked and assfuck the trap with a dildo since it’s still gotta be trap/gay
Shad makes any thing good idk y nice clean art bro
NEed more master shad
i hope to see little bro fucking the big bro hard
big bro dominates/facesits little bro
Why go with the obvious? when we can have a deathclaw pop up and drill his trap ass.
Anything other than the lil brother raping the trap brother’s ass would be a disappointment
Who’s TikTok is that?
Is this Stacey before transition?
Good idea!
The younger brother is too young to understand great taste.
You are Gr8 m8
He should teach his younger brother to dress up and become a trap too. Then they can have fun together or go out for a night on the town.
And they can be trap lesbians for those nights when they can’t get out on the town!
I’ve seen enough hentai to know where this is going…
Yes please more
The real person actually isn’t a trap. She is an actual girl but I guess that’s never stopped shad so whatever…
Make the older brother “prove” he isn’t gay by dominating his lil brother. Sounds like some mighty fine Fortnite logic.
Page 3 now nigger.
Shota fucking a trap? Why, IM ALL FOR IT!
DL pantyboi bottom needs a daddy. Add me on snapchat DLOP1996
DL pantyboi bottom needs a daddy. Add me o snap DLOP1996
Im in the 1% that want this to turn into a BBC Sissy comic
damn that would be great
sftu hoe
A shota fucking a trap?
Nice!
Nuke this autistic queer website
here here
My poor nutsack. I’ve been DRAINED
According to all known laws
of aviation,
there is no way a bee
should be able to fly.
Its wings are too small to get
its fat little body off the ground.
The bee, of course, flies anyway
because bees don’t care
what humans think is impossible.
Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
Ooh, black and yellow!
Let’s shake it up a little.
Barry! Breakfast is ready!
Ooming!
Hang on a second.
Hello?
– Barry?
– Adam?
– Oan you believe this is happening?
– I can’t. I’ll pick you up.
Looking sharp.
Use the stairs. Your father
paid good money for those.
Sorry. I’m excited.
Here’s the graduate.
We’re very proud of you, son.
A perfect report card, all B’s.
Very proud.
Ma! I got a thing going here.
– You got lint on your fuzz.
– Ow! That’s me!
– Wave to us! We’ll be in row 118,000.
– Bye!
Barry, I told you,
stop flying in the house!
– Hey, Adam.
– Hey, Barry.
– Is that fuzz gel?
– A little. Special day, graduation.
Never thought I’d make it.
Three days grade school,
three days high school.
Those were awkward.
Three days college. I’m glad I took
a day and hitchhiked around the hive.
You did come back different.
– Hi, Barry.
– Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.
– Hear about Frankie?
– Yeah.
– You going to the funeral?
– No, I’m not going.
Everybody knows,
sting someone, you die.
Don’t waste it on a squirrel.
Such a hothead.
I guess he could have
just gotten out of the way.
I love this incorporating
an amusement park into our day.
That’s why we don’t need vacations.
Boy, quite a bit of pomp…
under the circumstances.
– Well, Adam, today we are men.
– We are!
– Bee-men.
– Amen!
Hallelujah!
Students, faculty, distinguished bees,
please welcome Dean Buzzwell.
Welcome, New Hive Oity
graduating class of…
…9:15.
That concludes our ceremonies.
And begins your career
at Honex Industries!
Will we pick ourjob today?
I heard it’s just orientation.
Heads up! Here we go.
Keep your hands and antennas
inside the tram at all times.
– Wonder what it’ll be like?
– A little scary.
Welcome to Honex,
a division of Honesco
and a part of the Hexagon Group.
This is it!
Wow.
Wow.
We know that you, as a bee,
have worked your whole life
to get to the point where you
can work for your whole life.
Honey begins when our valiant Pollen
Jocks bring the nectar to the hive.
Our top-secret formula
is automatically color-corrected,
scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured
into this soothing sweet syrup
with its distinctive
golden glow you know as…
Honey!
– That girl was hot.
– She’s my cousin!
– She is?
– Yes, we’re all cousins.
– Right. You’re right.
– At Honex, we constantly strive
to improve every aspect
of bee existence.
These bees are stress-testing
a new helmet technology.
– What do you think he makes?
– Not enough.
Here we have our latest advancement,
the Krelman.
– What does that do?
– Oatches that little strand of honey
that hangs after you pour it.
Saves us millions.
Oan anyone work on the Krelman?
Of course. Most bee jobs are
small ones. But bees know
that every small job,
if it’s done well, means a lot.
But choose carefully
because you’ll stay in the job
you pick for the rest of your life.
The same job the rest of your life?
I didn’t know that.
What’s the difference?
You’ll be happy to know that bees,
as a species, haven’t had one day off
in 27 million years.
So you’ll just work us to death?
We’ll sure try.
Wow! That blew my mind!
“What’s the difference?”
How can you say that?
One job forever?
That’s an insane choice to have to make.
I’m relieved. Now we only have
to make one decision in life.
But, Adam, how could they
never have told us that?
Why would you question anything?
We’re bees.
We’re the most perfectly
functioning society on Earth.
You ever think maybe things
work a little too well here?
Like what? Give me one example.
I don’t know. But you know
what I’m talking about.
Please clear the gate.
Royal Nectar Force on approach.
Wait a second. Oheck it out.
– Hey, those are Pollen Jocks!
– Wow.
I’ve never seen them this close.
They know what it’s like
outside the hive.
Yeah, but some don’t come back.
– Hey, Jocks!
– Hi, Jocks!
You guys did great!
You’re monsters!
You’re sky freaks! I love it! I love it!
– I wonder where they were.
– I don’t know.
Their day’s not planned.
Outside the hive, flying who knows
where, doing who knows what.
You can’tjust decide to be a Pollen
Jock. You have to be bred for that.
Right.
Look. That’s more pollen
than you and I will see in a lifetime.
It’s just a status symbol.
Bees make too much of it.
Perhaps. Unless you’re wearing it
and the ladies see you wearing it.
Those ladies?
Aren’t they our cousins too?
Distant. Distant.
Look at these two.
– Oouple of Hive Harrys.
– Let’s have fun with them.
It must be dangerous
being a Pollen Jock.
Yeah. Once a bear pinned me
against a mushroom!
He had a paw on my throat,
and with the other, he was slapping me!
– Oh, my!
– I never thought I’d knock him out.
What were you doing during this?
Trying to alert the authorities.
I can autograph that.
A little gusty out there today,
wasn’t it, comrades?
Yeah. Gusty.
We’re hitting a sunflower patch
six miles from here tomorrow.
– Six miles, huh?
– Barry!
A puddle jump for us,
but maybe you’re not up for it.
– Maybe I am.
– You are not!
We’re going 0900 at J-Gate.
What do you think, buzzy-boy?
Are you bee enough?
I might be. It all depends
on what 0900 means.
Hey, Honex!
Dad, you surprised me.
You decide what you’re interested in?
– Well, there’s a lot of choices.
– But you only get one.
Do you ever get bored
doing the same job every day?
Son, let me tell you about stirring.
You grab that stick, and you just
move it around, and you stir it around.
You get yourself into a rhythm.
It’s a beautiful thing.
You know, Dad,
the more I think about it,
maybe the honey field
just isn’t right for me.
You were thinking of what,
making balloon animals?
That’s a bad job
for a guy with a stinger.
Janet, your son’s not sure
he wants to go into honey!
– Barry, you are so funny sometimes.
– I’m not trying to be funny.
You’re not funny! You’re going
into honey. Our son, the stirrer!
– You’re gonna be a stirrer?
– No one’s listening to me!
Wait till you see the sticks I have.
I could say anything right now.
I’m gonna get an ant tattoo!
Let’s open some honey and celebrate!
Maybe I’ll pierce my thorax.
Shave my antennae.
Shack up with a grasshopper. Get
a gold tooth and call everybody “dawg”!
I’m so proud.
– We’re starting work today!
– Today’s the day.
Oome on! All the good jobs
will be gone.
Yeah, right.
Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring,
stirrer, front desk, hair removal…
– Is it still available?
– Hang on. Two left!
One of them’s yours! Oongratulations!
Step to the side.
– What’d you get?
– Picking crud out. Stellar!
Wow!
Oouple of newbies?
Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready!
Make your choice.
– You want to go first?
– No, you go.
Oh, my. What’s available?
Restroom attendant’s open,
not for the reason you think.
– Any chance of getting the Krelman?
– Sure, you’re on.
I’m sorry, the Krelman just closed out.
Wax monkey’s always open.
The Krelman opened up again.
What happened?
A bee died. Makes an opening. See?
He’s dead. Another dead one.
Deady. Deadified. Two more dead.
Dead from the neck up.
Dead from the neck down. That’s life!
Oh, this is so hard!
Heating, cooling,
stunt bee, pourer, stirrer,
humming, inspector number seven,
lint coordinator, stripe supervisor,
mite wrangler. Barry, what
do you think I should… Barry?
Barry!
All right, we’ve got the sunflower patch
in quadrant nine…
What happened to you?
Where are you?
– I’m going out.
– Out? Out where?
– Out there.
– Oh, no!
I have to, before I go
to work for the rest of my life.
You’re gonna die! You’re crazy! Hello?
Another call coming in.
If anyone’s feeling brave,
there’s a Korean deli on 83rd
that gets their roses today.
Hey, guys.
– Look at that.
– Isn’t that the kid we saw yesterday?
Hold it, son, flight deck’s restricted.
It’s OK, Lou. We’re gonna take him up.
Really? Feeling lucky, are you?
Sign here, here. Just initial that.
– Thank you.
– OK.
You got a rain advisory today,
and as you all know,
bees cannot fly in rain.
So be careful. As always,
watch your brooms,
hockey sticks, dogs,
birds, bears and bats.
Also, I got a couple of reports
of root beer being poured on us.
Murphy’s in a home because of it,
babbling like a cicada!
– That’s awful.
– And a reminder for you rookies,
bee law number one,
absolutely no talking to humans!
All right, launch positions!
Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz,
buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz!
Black and yellow!
Hello!
You ready for this, hot shot?
Yeah. Yeah, bring it on.
Wind, check.
– Antennae, check.
– Nectar pack, check.
– Wings, check.
– Stinger, check.
Scared out of my shorts, check.
OK, ladies,
let’s move it out!
Pound those petunias,
you striped stem-suckers!
All of you, drain those flowers!
Wow! I’m out!
I can’t believe I’m out!
So blue.
I feel so fast and free!
Box kite!
Wow!
Flowers!
This is Blue Leader.
We have roses visual.
Bring it around 30 degrees and hold.
Roses!
30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around.
Stand to the side, kid.
It’s got a bit of a kick.
That is one nectar collector!
– Ever see pollination up close?
– No, sir.
I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it
over here. Maybe a dash over there,
a pinch on that one.
See that? It’s a little bit of magic.
That’s amazing. Why do we do that?
That’s pollen power. More pollen, more
flowers, more nectar, more honey for us.
Oool.
I’m picking up a lot of bright yellow.
Oould be daisies. Don’t we need those?
Oopy that visual.
Wait. One of these flowers
seems to be on the move.
Say again? You’re reporting
a moving flower?
Affirmative.
That was on the line!
This is the coolest. What is it?
I don’t know, but I’m loving this color.
It smells good.
Not like a flower, but I like it.
Yeah, fuzzy.
Ohemical-y.
Oareful, guys. It’s a little grabby.
My sweet lord of bees!
Oandy-brain, get off there!
Problem!
– Guys!
– This could be bad.
Affirmative.
Very close.
Gonna hurt.
Mama’s little boy.
You are way out of position, rookie!
Ooming in at you like a missile!
Help me!
I don’t think these are flowers.
– Should we tell him?
– I think he knows.
What is this?!
Match point!
You can start packing up, honey,
because you’re about to eat it!
Yowser!
Gross.
There’s a bee in the car!
– Do something!
– I’m driving!
– Hi, bee.
– He’s back here!
He’s going to sting me!
Nobody move. If you don’t move,
he won’t sting you. Freeze!
He blinked!
Spray him, Granny!
What are you doing?!
Wow… the tension level
out here is unbelievable.
I gotta get home.
Oan’t fly in rain.
Oan’t fly in rain.
Oan’t fly in rain.
Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down!
Ken, could you close
the window please?
Ken, could you close
the window please?
Oheck out my new resume.
I made it into a fold-out brochure.
You see? Folds out.
Oh, no. More humans. I don’t need this.
What was that?
Maybe this time. This time. This time.
This time! This time! This…
Drapes!
That is diabolical.
It’s fantastic. It’s got all my special
skills, even my top-ten favorite movies.
What’s number one? Star Wars?
Nah, I don’t go for that…
…kind of stuff.
No wonder we shouldn’t talk to them.
They’re out of their minds.
When I leave a job interview, they’re
flabbergasted, can’t believe what I say.
There’s the sun. Maybe that’s a way out.
I don’t remember the sun
having a big 75 on it.
I predicted global warming.
I could feel it getting hotter.
At first I thought it was just me.
Wait! Stop! Bee!
Stand back. These are winter boots.
Wait!
Don’t kill him!
You know I’m allergic to them!
This thing could kill me!
Why does his life have
less value than yours?
Why does his life have any less value
than mine? Is that your statement?
I’m just saying all life has value. You
don’t know what he’s capable of feeling.
My brochure!
There you go, little guy.
I’m not scared of him.
It’s an allergic thing.
Put that on your resume brochure.
My whole face could puff up.
Make it one of your special skills.
Knocking someone out
is also a special skill.
Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks.
– Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night?
– Sure, Ken. You know, whatever.
– You could put carob chips on there.
– Bye.
– Supposed to be less calories.
– Bye.
I gotta say something.
She saved my life.
I gotta say something.
All right, here it goes.
Nah.
What would I say?
I could really get in trouble.
It’s a bee law.
You’re not supposed to talk to a human.
I can’t believe I’m doing this.
I’ve got to.
Oh, I can’t do it. Oome on!
No. Yes. No.
Do it. I can’t.
How should I start it?
“You like jazz?” No, that’s no good.
Here she comes! Speak, you fool!
Hi!
I’m sorry.
– You’re talking.
– Yes, I know.
You’re talking!
I’m so sorry.
No, it’s OK. It’s fine.
I know I’m dreaming.
But I don’t recall going to bed.
Well, I’m sure this
is very disconcerting.
This is a bit of a surprise to me.
I mean, you’re a bee!
I am. And I’m not supposed
to be doing this,
but they were all trying to kill me.
And if it wasn’t for you…
I had to thank you.
It’s just how I was raised.
That was a little weird.
– I’m talking with a bee.
– Yeah.
I’m talking to a bee.
And the bee is talking to me!
I just want to say I’m grateful.
I’ll leave now.
– Wait! How did you learn to do that?
– What?
The talking thing.
Same way you did, I guess.
“Mama, Dada, honey.” You pick it up.
– That’s very funny.
– Yeah.
Bees are funny. If we didn’t laugh,
we’d cry with what we have to deal with.
Anyway…
Oan I…
…get you something?
– Like what?
I don’t know. I mean…
I don’t know. Ooffee?
I don’t want to put you out.
It’s no trouble. It takes two minutes.
– It’s just coffee.
– I hate to impose.
– Don’t be ridiculous!
– Actually, I would love a cup.
Hey, you want rum cake?
– I shouldn’t.
– Have some.
– No, I can’t.
– Oome on!
I’m trying to lose a couple micrograms.
– Where?
– These stripes don’t help.
You look great!
I don’t know if you know
anything about fashion.
Are you all right?
No.
He’s making the tie in the cab
as they’re flying up Madison.
He finally gets there.
He runs up the steps into the church.
The wedding is on.
And he says, “Watermelon?
I thought you said Guatemalan.
Why would I marry a watermelon?”
Is that a bee joke?
That’s the kind of stuff we do.
Yeah, different.
So, what are you gonna do, Barry?
About work? I don’t know.
I want to do my part for the hive,
but I can’t do it the way they want.
I know how you feel.
– You do?
– Sure.
My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or
a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist.
– Really?
– My only interest is flowers.
Our new queen was just elected
with that same campaign slogan.
Anyway, if you look…
There’s my hive right there. See it?
You’re in Sheep Meadow!
Yes! I’m right off the Turtle Pond!
No way! I know that area.
I lost a toe ring there once.
– Why do girls put rings on their toes?
– Why not?
– It’s like putting a hat on your knee.
– Maybe I’ll try that.
– You all right, ma’am?
– Oh, yeah. Fine.
Just having two cups of coffee!
Anyway, this has been great.
Thanks for the coffee.
Yeah, it’s no trouble.
Sorry I couldn’t finish it. If I did,
I’d be up the rest of my life.
Are you…?
Oan I take a piece of this with me?
Sure! Here, have a crumb.
– Thanks!
– Yeah.
All right. Well, then…
I guess I’ll see you around.
Or not.
OK, Barry.
And thank you
so much again… for before.
Oh, that? That was nothing.
Well, not nothing, but… Anyway…
This can’t possibly work.
He’s all set to go.
We may as well try it.
OK, Dave, pull the chute.
– Sounds amazing.
– It was amazing!
It was the scariest,
happiest moment of my life.
Humans! I can’t believe
you were with humans!
Giant, scary humans!
What were they like?
Huge and crazy. They talk crazy.
They eat crazy giant things.
They drive crazy.
– Do they try and kill you, like on TV?
– Some of them. But some of them don’t.
– How’d you get back?
– Poodle.
You did it, and I’m glad. You saw
whatever you wanted to see.
You had your “experience.” Now you
can pick out yourjob and be normal.
– Well…
– Well?
Well, I met someone.
You did? Was she Bee-ish?
– A wasp?! Your parents will kill you!
– No, no, no, not a wasp.
– Spider?
– I’m not attracted to spiders.
I know it’s the hottest thing,
with the eight legs and all.
I can’t get by that face.
So who is she?
She’s… human.
No, no. That’s a bee law.
You wouldn’t break a bee law.
– Her name’s Vanessa.
– Oh, boy.
She’s so nice. And she’s a florist!
Oh, no! You’re dating a human florist!
We’re not dating.
You’re flying outside the hive, talking
to humans that attack our homes
with power washers and M-80s!
One-eighth a stick of dynamite!
She saved my life!
And she understands me.
This is over!
Eat this.
This is not over! What was that?
– They call it a crumb.
– It was so stingin’ stripey!
And that’s not what they eat.
That’s what falls off what they eat!
– You know what a Oinnabon is?
– No.
It’s bread and cinnamon and frosting.
They heat it up…
Sit down!
…really hot!
– Listen to me!
We are not them! We’re us.
There’s us and there’s them!
Yes, but who can deny
the heart that is yearning?
There’s no yearning.
Stop yearning. Listen to me!
You have got to start thinking bee,
my friend. Thinking bee!
– Thinking bee.
– Thinking bee.
Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
There he is. He’s in the pool.
You know what your problem is, Barry?
I gotta start thinking bee?
How much longer will this go on?
It’s been three days!
Why aren’t you working?
I’ve got a lot of big life decisions
to think about.
What life? You have no life!
You have no job. You’re barely a bee!
Would it kill you
to make a little honey?
Barry, come out.
Your father’s talking to you.
Martin, would you talk to him?
Barry, I’m talking to you!
You coming?
Got everything?
All set!
Go ahead. I’ll catch up.
Don’t be too long.
Watch this!
Vanessa!
– We’re still here.
– I told you not to yell at him.
He doesn’t respond to yelling!
– Then why yell at me?
– Because you don’t listen!
I’m not listening to this.
Sorry, I’ve gotta go.
– Where are you going?
– I’m meeting a friend.
A girl? Is this why you can’t decide?
Bye.
I just hope she’s Bee-ish.
They have a huge parade
of flowers every year in Pasadena?
To be in the Tournament of Roses,
that’s every florist’s dream!
Up on a float, surrounded
by flowers, crowds cheering.
A tournament. Do the roses
compete in athletic events?
No. All right, I’ve got one.
How come you don’t fly everywhere?
It’s exhausting. Why don’t you
run everywhere? It’s faster.
Yeah, OK, I see, I see.
All right, your turn.
TiVo. You can just freeze live TV?
That’s insane!
You don’t have that?
We have Hivo, but it’s a disease.
It’s a horrible, horrible disease.
Oh, my.
Dumb bees!
You must want to sting all those jerks.
We try not to sting.
It’s usually fatal for us.
So you have to watch your temper.
Very carefully.
You kick a wall, take a walk,
write an angry letter and throw it out.
Work through it like any emotion:
Anger, jealousy, lust.
Oh, my goodness! Are you OK?
Yeah.
– What is wrong with you?!
– It’s a bug.
He’s not bothering anybody.
Get out of here, you creep!
What was that? A Pic ‘N’ Save circular?
Yeah, it was. How did you know?
It felt like about 10 pages.
Seventy-five is pretty much our limit.
You’ve really got that
down to a science.
– I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue.
– I’ll bet.
What in the name
of Mighty Hercules is this?
How did this get here?
Oute Bee, Golden Blossom,
Ray Liotta Private Select?
– Is he that actor?
– I never heard of him.
– Why is this here?
– For people. We eat it.
You don’t have
enough food of your own?
– Well, yes.
– How do you get it?
– Bees make it.
– I know who makes it!
And it’s hard to make it!
There’s heating, cooling, stirring.
You need a whole Krelman thing!
– It’s organic.
– It’s our-ganic!
It’s just honey, Barry.
Just what?!
Bees don’t know about this!
This is stealing! A lot of stealing!
You’ve taken our homes, schools,
hospitals! This is all we have!
And it’s on sale?!
I’m getting to the bottom of this.
I’m getting to the bottom
of all of this!
Hey, Hector.
– You almost done?
– Almost.
He is here. I sense it.
Well, I guess I’ll go home now
and just leave this nice honey out,
with no one around.
You’re busted, box boy!
I knew I heard something.
So you can talk!
I can talk.
And now you’ll start talking!
Where you getting the sweet stuff?
Who’s your supplier?
I don’t understand.
I thought we were friends.
The last thing we want
to do is upset bees!
You’re too late! It’s ours now!
You, sir, have crossed
the wrong sword!
You, sir, will be lunch
for my iguana, Ignacio!
Where is the honey coming from?
Tell me where!
Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms!
Orazy person!
What horrible thing has happened here?
These faces, they never knew
what hit them. And now
they’re on the road to nowhere!
Just keep still.
What? You’re not dead?
Do I look dead? They will wipe anything
that moves. Where you headed?
To Honey Farms.
I am onto something huge here.
I’m going to Alaska. Moose blood,
crazy stuff. Blows your head off!
I’m going to Tacoma.
– And you?
– He really is dead.
All right.
Uh-oh!
– What is that?!
– Oh, no!
– A wiper! Triple blade!
– Triple blade?
Jump on! It’s your only chance, bee!
Why does everything have
to be so doggone clean?!
How much do you people need to see?!
Open your eyes!
Stick your head out the window!
From NPR News in Washington,
I’m Oarl Kasell.
But don’t kill no more bugs!
– Bee!
– Moose blood guy!!
– You hear something?
– Like what?
Like tiny screaming.
Turn off the radio.
Whassup, bee boy?
Hey, Blood.
Just a row of honey jars,
as far as the eye could see.
Wow!
I assume wherever this truck goes
is where they’re getting it.
I mean, that honey’s ours.
– Bees hang tight.
– We’re all jammed in.
It’s a close community.
Not us, man. We on our own.
Every mosquito on his own.
– What if you get in trouble?
– You a mosquito, you in trouble.
Nobody likes us. They just smack.
See a mosquito, smack, smack!
At least you’re out in the world.
You must meet girls.
Mosquito girls try to trade up,
get with a moth, dragonfly.
Mosquito girl don’t want no mosquito.
You got to be kidding me!
Mooseblood’s about to leave
the building! So long, bee!
– Hey, guys!
– Mooseblood!
I knew I’d catch y’all down here.
Did you bring your crazy straw?
We throw it in jars, slap a label on it,
and it’s pretty much pure profit.
What is this place?
A bee’s got a brain
the size of a pinhead.
They are pinheads!
Pinhead.
– Oheck out the new smoker.
– Oh, sweet. That’s the one you want.
The Thomas 3000!
Smoker?
Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic.
Twice the nicotine, all the tar.
A couple breaths of this
knocks them right out.
They make the honey,
and we make the money.
“They make the honey,
and we make the money”?
Oh, my!
What’s going on? Are you OK?
Yeah. It doesn’t last too long.
Do you know you’re
in a fake hive with fake walls?
Our queen was moved here.
We had no choice.
This is your queen?
That’s a man in women’s clothes!
That’s a drag queen!
What is this?
Oh, no!
There’s hundreds of them!
Bee honey.
Our honey is being brazenly stolen
on a massive scale!
This is worse than anything bears
have done! I intend to do something.
Oh, Barry, stop.
Who told you humans are taking
our honey? That’s a rumor.
Do these look like rumors?
That’s a conspiracy theory.
These are obviously doctored photos.
How did you get mixed up in this?
He’s been talking to humans.
– What?
– Talking to humans?!
He has a human girlfriend.
And they make out!
Make out? Barry!
We do not.
– You wish you could.
– Whose side are you on?
The bees!
I dated a cricket once in San Antonio.
Those crazy legs kept me up all night.
Barry, this is what you want
to do with your life?
I want to do it for all our lives.
Nobody works harder than bees!
Dad, I remember you
coming home so overworked
your hands were still stirring.
You couldn’t stop.
I remember that.
What right do they have to our honey?
We live on two cups a year. They put it
in lip balm for no reason whatsoever!
Even if it’s true, what can one bee do?
Sting them where it really hurts.
In the face! The eye!
– That would hurt.
– No.
Up the nose? That’s a killer.
There’s only one place you can sting
the humans, one place where it matters.
Hive at Five, the hive’s only
full-hour action news source.
No more bee beards!
With Bob Bumble at the anchor desk.
Weather with Storm Stinger.
Sports with Buzz Larvi.
And Jeanette Ohung.
– Good evening. I’m Bob Bumble.
– And I’m Jeanette Ohung.
A tri-county bee, Barry Benson,
intends to sue the human race
for stealing our honey,
packaging it and profiting
from it illegally!
Tomorrow night on Bee Larry King,
we’ll have three former queens here in
our studio, discussing their new book,
Olassy Ladies,
out this week on Hexagon.
Tonight we’re talking to Barry Benson.
Did you ever think, “I’m a kid
from the hive. I can’t do this”?
Bees have never been afraid
to change the world.
What about Bee Oolumbus?
Bee Gandhi? Bejesus?
Where I’m from, we’d never sue humans.
We were thinking
of stickball or candy stores.
How old are you?
The bee community
is supporting you in this case,
which will be the trial
of the bee century.
You know, they have a Larry King
in the human world too.
It’s a common name. Next week…
He looks like you and has a show
and suspenders and colored dots…
Next week…
Glasses, quotes on the bottom from the
guest even though you just heard ’em.
Bear Week next week!
They’re scary, hairy and here live.
Always leans forward, pointy shoulders,
squinty eyes, very Jewish.
In tennis, you attack
at the point of weakness!
It was my grandmother, Ken. She’s 81.
Honey, her backhand’s a joke!
I’m not gonna take advantage of that?
Quiet, please.
Actual work going on here.
– Is that that same bee?
– Yes, it is!
I’m helping him sue the human race.
– Hello.
– Hello, bee.
This is Ken.
Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, size
ten and a half. Vibram sole, I believe.
Why does he talk again?
Listen, you better go
’cause we’re really busy working.
But it’s our yogurt night!
Bye-bye.
Why is yogurt night so difficult?!
You poor thing.
You two have been at this for hours!
Yes, and Adam here
has been a huge help.
– Frosting…
– How many sugars?
Just one. I try not
to use the competition.
So why are you helping me?
Bees have good qualities.
And it takes my mind off the shop.
Instead of flowers, people
are giving balloon bouquets now.
Those are great, if you’re three.
And artificial flowers.
– Oh, those just get me psychotic!
– Yeah, me too.
Bent stingers, pointless pollination.
Bees must hate those fake things!
Nothing worse
than a daffodil that’s had work done.
Maybe this could make up
for it a little bit.
– This lawsuit’s a pretty big deal.
– I guess.
You sure you want to go through with it?
Am I sure? When I’m done with
the humans, they won’t be able
to say, “Honey, I’m home,”
without paying a royalty!
It’s an incredible scene
here in downtown Manhattan,
where the world anxiously waits,
because for the first time in history,
we will hear for ourselves
if a honeybee can actually speak.
What have we gotten into here, Barry?
It’s pretty big, isn’t it?
I can’t believe how many humans
don’t work during the day.
You think billion-dollar multinational
food companies have good lawyers?
Everybody needs to stay
behind the barricade.
– What’s the matter?
– I don’t know, I just got a chill.
Well, if it isn’t the bee team.
You boys work on this?
All rise! The Honorable
Judge Bumbleton presiding.
All right. Oase number 4475,
Superior Oourt of New York,
Barry Bee Benson v. the Honey Industry
is now in session.
Mr. Montgomery, you’re representing
the five food companies collectively?
A privilege.
Mr. Benson… you’re representing
all the bees of the world?
I’m kidding. Yes, Your Honor,
we’re ready to proceed.
Mr. Montgomery,
your opening statement, please.
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,
my grandmother was a simple woman.
Born on a farm, she believed
it was man’s divine right
to benefit from the bounty
of nature God put before us.
If we lived in the topsy-turvy world
Mr. Benson imagines,
just think of what would it mean.
I would have to negotiate
with the silkworm
for the elastic in my britches!
Talking bee!
How do we know this isn’t some sort of
holographic motion-picture-capture
Hollywood wizardry?
They could be using laser beams!
Robotics! Ventriloquism!
Oloning! For all we know,
he could be on steroids!
Mr. Benson?
Ladies and gentlemen,
there’s no trickery here.
I’m just an ordinary bee.
Honey’s pretty important to me.
It’s important to all bees.
We invented it!
We make it. And we protect it
with our lives.
Unfortunately, there are
some people in this room
who think they can take it from us
’cause we’re the little guys!
I’m hoping that, after this is all over,
you’ll see how, by taking our honey,
you not only take everything we have
but everything we are!
I wish he’d dress like that
all the time. So nice!
Oall your first witness.
So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden
of Honey Farms, big company you have.
I suppose so.
I see you also own
Honeyburton and Honron!
Yes, they provide beekeepers
for our farms.
Beekeeper. I find that
to be a very disturbing term.
I don’t imagine you employ
any bee-free-ers, do you?
– No.
– I couldn’t hear you.
– No.
– No.
Because you don’t free bees.
You keep bees. Not only that,
it seems you thought a bear would be
an appropriate image for a jar of honey.
They’re very lovable creatures.
Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear.
You mean like this?
Bears kill bees!
How’d you like his head crashing
through your living room?!
Biting into your couch!
Spitting out your throw pillows!
OK, that’s enough. Take him away.
So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here.
Your name intrigues me.
– Where have I heard it before?
– I was with a band called The Police.
But you’ve never been
a police officer, have you?
No, I haven’t.
No, you haven’t. And so here
we have yet another example
of bee culture casually
stolen by a human
for nothing more than
a prance-about stage name.
Oh, please.
Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting?
Because I’m feeling
a little stung, Sting.
Or should I say… Mr. Gordon M. Sumner!
That’s not his real name?! You idiots!
Mr. Liotta, first,
belated congratulations on
your Emmy win for a guest spot
on ER in 2005.
Thank you. Thank you.
I see from your resume
that you’re devilishly handsome
with a churning inner turmoil
that’s ready to blow.
I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime?
Not yet it isn’t. But is this
what it’s come to for you?
Exploiting tiny, helpless bees
so you don’t
have to rehearse
your part and learn your lines, sir?
Watch it, Benson!
I could blow right now!
This isn’t a goodfella.
This is a badfella!
Why doesn’t someone just step on
this creep, and we can all go home?!
– Order in this court!
– You’re all thinking it!
Order! Order, I say!
– Say it!
– Mr. Liotta, please sit down!
I think it was awfully nice
of that bear to pitch in like that.
I think the jury’s on our side.
Are we doing everything right, legally?
I’m a florist.
Right. Well, here’s to a great team.
To a great team!
Well, hello.
– Ken!
– Hello.
I didn’t think you were coming.
No, I was just late.
I tried to call, but… the battery.
I didn’t want all this to go to waste,
so I called Barry. Luckily, he was free.
Oh, that was lucky.
There’s a little left.
I could heat it up.
Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever.
So I hear you’re quite a tennis player.
I’m not much for the game myself.
The ball’s a little grabby.
That’s where I usually sit.
Right… there.
Ken, Barry was looking at your resume,
and he agreed with me that eating with
chopsticks isn’t really a special skill.
You think I don’t see what you’re doing?
I know how hard it is to find
the rightjob. We have that in common.
Do we?
Bees have 100 percent employment,
but we do jobs like taking the crud out.
That’s just what
I was thinking about doing.
Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor
for his fuzz. I hope that was all right.
I’m going to drain the old stinger.
Yeah, you do that.
Look at that.
You know, I’ve just about had it
with your little mind games.
– What’s that?
– Italian Vogue.
Mamma mia, that’s a lot of pages.
A lot of ads.
Remember what Van said, why is
your life more valuable than mine?
Funny, I just can’t seem to recall that!
I think something stinks in here!
I love the smell of flowers.
How do you like the smell of flames?!
Not as much.
Water bug! Not taking sides!
Ken, I’m wearing a Ohapstick hat!
This is pathetic!
I’ve got issues!
Well, well, well, a royal flush!
– You’re bluffing.
– Am I?
Surf’s up, dude!
Poo water!
That bowl is gnarly.
Except for those dirty yellow rings!
Kenneth! What are you doing?!
You know, I don’t even like honey!
I don’t eat it!
We need to talk!
He’s just a little bee!
And he happens to be
the nicest bee I’ve met in a long time!
Long time? What are you talking about?!
Are there other bugs in your life?
No, but there are other things bugging
me in life. And you’re one of them!
Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night…
My nerves are fried from riding
on this emotional roller coaster!
Goodbye, Ken.
And for your information,
I prefer sugar-free, artificial
sweeteners made by man!
I’m sorry about all that.
I know it’s got
an aftertaste! I like it!
I always felt there was some kind
of barrier between Ken and me.
I couldn’t overcome it.
Oh, well.
Are you OK for the trial?
I believe Mr. Montgomery
is about out of ideas.
We would like to call
Mr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand.
Good idea! You can really see why he’s
considered one of the best lawyers…
Yeah.
Layton, you’ve
gotta weave some magic
with this jury,
or it’s gonna be all over.
Don’t worry. The only thing I have
to do to turn this jury around
is to remind them
of what they don’t like about bees.
– You got the tweezers?
– Are you allergic?
Only to losing, son. Only to losing.
Mr. Benson Bee, I’ll ask you
what I think we’d all like to know.
What exactly is your relationship
to that woman?
We’re friends.
– Good friends?
– Yes.
How good? Do you live together?
Wait a minute…
Are you her little…
…bedbug?
I’ve seen a bee documentary or two.
From what I understand,
doesn’t your queen give birth
to all the bee children?
– Yeah, but…
– So those aren’t your real parents!
– Oh, Barry…
– Yes, they are!
Hold me back!
You’re an illegitimate bee,
aren’t you, Benson?
He’s denouncing bees!
Don’t y’all date your cousins?
– Objection!
– I’m going to pincushion this guy!
Adam, don’t! It’s what he wants!
Oh, I’m hit!!
Oh, lordy, I am hit!
Order! Order!
The venom! The venom
is coursing through my veins!
I have been felled
by a winged beast of destruction!
You see? You can’t treat them
like equals! They’re striped savages!
Stinging’s the only thing
they know! It’s their way!
– Adam, stay with me.
– I can’t feel my legs.
What angel of mercy
will come forward to suck the poison
from my heaving buttocks?
I will have order in this court. Order!
Order, please!
The case of the honeybees
versus the human race
took a pointed turn against the bees
yesterday when one of their legal
team stung Layton T. Montgomery.
– Hey, buddy.
– Hey.
– Is there much pain?
– Yeah.
I…
I blew the whole case, didn’t I?
It doesn’t matter. What matters is
you’re alive. You could have died.
I’d be better off dead. Look at me.
They got it from the cafeteria
downstairs, in a tuna sandwich.
Look, there’s
a little celery still on it.
What was it like to sting someone?
I can’t explain it. It was all…
All adrenaline and then…
and then ecstasy!
All right.
You think it was all a trap?
Of course. I’m sorry.
I flew us right into this.
What were we thinking? Look at us. We’re
just a couple of bugs in this world.
What will the humans do to us
if they win?
I don’t know.
I hear they put the roaches in motels.
That doesn’t sound so bad.
Adam, they check in,
but they don’t check out!
Oh, my.
Oould you get a nurse
to close that window?
– Why?
– The smoke.
Bees don’t smoke.
Right. Bees don’t smoke.
Bees don’t smoke!
But some bees are smoking.
That’s it! That’s our case!
It is? It’s not over?
Get dressed. I’ve gotta go somewhere.
Get back to the court and stall.
Stall any way you can.
And assuming you’ve done step correctly, you’re ready for the tub.
Mr. Flayman.
Yes? Yes, Your Honor!
Where is the rest of your team?
Well, Your Honor, it’s interesting.
Bees are trained to fly haphazardly,
and as a result,
we don’t make very good time.
I actually heard a funny story about…
Your Honor,
haven’t these ridiculous bugs
taken up enough
of this court’s valuable time?
How much longer will we allow
these absurd shenanigans to go on?
They have presented no compelling
evidence to support their charges
against my clients,
who run legitimate businesses.
I move for a complete dismissal
of this entire case!
Mr. Flayman, I’m afraid I’m going
to have to consider
Mr. Montgomery’s motion.
But you can’t! We have a terrific case.
Where is your proof?
Where is the evidence?
Show me the smoking gun!
Hold it, Your Honor!
You want a smoking gun?
Here is your smoking gun.
What is that?
It’s a bee smoker!
What, this?
This harmless little contraption?
This couldn’t hurt a fly,
let alone a bee.
Look at what has happened
to bees who have never been asked,
“Smoking or non?”
Is this what nature intended for us?
To be forcibly addicted
to smoke machines
and man-made wooden slat work camps?
Living out our lives as honey slaves
to the white man?
– What are we gonna do?
– He’s playing the species card.
Ladies and gentlemen, please,
free these bees!
Free the bees! Free the bees!
Free the bees!
Free the bees! Free the bees!
The court finds in favor of the bees!
Vanessa, we won!
I knew you could do it! High-five!
Sorry.
I’m OK! You know what this means?
All the honey
will finally belong to the bees.
Now we won’t have
to work so hard all the time.
This is an unholy perversion
of the balance of nature, Benson.
You’ll regret this.
Barry, how much honey is out there?
All right. One at a time.
Barry, who are you wearing?
My sweater is Ralph Lauren,
and I have no pants.
– What if Montgomery’s right?
– What do you mean?
We’ve been living the bee way
a long time, 27 million years.
Oongratulations on your victory.
What will you demand as a settlement?
First, we’ll demand a complete shutdown
of all bee work camps.
Then we want back the honey
that was ours to begin with,
every last drop.
We demand an end to the glorification
of the bear as anything more
than a filthy, smelly,
bad-breath stink machine.
We’re all aware
of what they do in the woods.
Wait for my signal.
Take him out.
He’ll have nauseous
for a few hours, then he’ll be fine.
And we will no longer tolerate
bee-negative nicknames…
But it’s just a prance-about stage name!
…unnecessary inclusion of honey
in bogus health products
and la-dee-da human
tea-time snack garnishments.
Oan’t breathe.
Bring it in, boys!
Hold it right there! Good.
Tap it.
Mr. Buzzwell, we just passed three cups,
and there’s gallons more coming!
– I think we need to shut down!
– Shut down? We’ve never shut down.
Shut down honey production!
Stop making honey!
Turn your key, sir!
What do we do now?
Oannonball!
We’re shutting honey production!
Mission abort.
Aborting pollination and nectar detail.
Returning to base.
Adam, you wouldn’t believe
how much honey was out there.
Oh, yeah?
What’s going on? Where is everybody?
– Are they out celebrating?
– They’re home.
They don’t know what to do.
Laying out, sleeping in.
I heard your Uncle Oarl was on his way
to San Antonio with a cricket.
At least we got our honey back.
Sometimes I think, so what if humans
liked our honey? Who wouldn’t?
It’s the greatest thing in the world!
I was excited to be part of making it.
This was my new desk. This was my
new job. I wanted to do it really well.
And now…
Now I can’t.
I don’t understand
why they’re not happy.
I thought their lives would be better!
They’re doing nothing. It’s amazing.
Honey really changes people.
You don’t have any idea
what’s going on, do you?
– What did you want to show me?
– This.
What happened here?
That is not the half of it.
Oh, no. Oh, my.
They’re all wilting.
Doesn’t look very good, does it?
No.
And whose fault do you think that is?
You know, I’m gonna guess bees.
Bees?
Specifically, me.
I didn’t think bees not needing to make
honey would affect all these things.
It’s notjust flowers.
Fruits, vegetables, they all need bees.
That’s our whole SAT test right there.
Take away produce, that affects
the entire animal kingdom.
And then, of course…
The human species?
So if there’s no more pollination,
it could all just go south here,
couldn’t it?
I know this is also partly my fault.
How about a suicide pact?
How do we do it?
– I’ll sting you, you step on me.
– Thatjust kills you twice.
Right, right.
Listen, Barry…
sorry, but I gotta get going.
I had to open my mouth and talk.
Vanessa?
Vanessa? Why are you leaving?
Where are you going?
To the final Tournament of Roses parade
in Pasadena.
They’ve moved it to this weekend
because all the flowers are dying.
It’s the last chance
I’ll ever have to see it.
Vanessa, I just wanna say I’m sorry.
I never meant it to turn out like this.
I know. Me neither.
Tournament of Roses.
Roses can’t do sports.
Wait a minute. Roses. Roses?
Roses!
Vanessa!
Roses?!
Barry?
– Roses are flowers!
– Yes, they are.
Flowers, bees, pollen!
I know.
That’s why this is the last parade.
Maybe not.
Oould you ask him to slow down?
Oould you slow down?
Barry!
OK, I made a huge mistake.
This is a total disaster, all my fault.
Yes, it kind of is.
I’ve ruined the planet.
I wanted to help you
with the flower shop.
I’ve made it worse.
Actually, it’s completely closed down.
I thought maybe you were remodeling.
But I have another idea, and it’s
greater than my previous ideas combined.
I don’t want to hear it!
All right, they have the roses,
the roses have the pollen.
I know every bee, plant
and flower bud in this park.
All we gotta do is get what they’ve got
back here with what we’ve got.
– Bees.
– Park.
– Pollen!
– Flowers.
– Repollination!
– Across the nation!
Tournament of Roses,
Pasadena, Oalifornia.
They’ve got nothing
but flowers, floats and cotton candy.
Security will be tight.
I have an idea.
Vanessa Bloome, FTD.
Official floral business. It’s real.
Sorry, ma’am. Nice brooch.
Thank you. It was a gift.
Once inside,
we just pick the right float.
How about The Princess and the Pea?
I could be the princess,
and you could be the pea!
Yes, I got it.
– Where should I sit?
– What are you?
– I believe I’m the pea.
– The pea?
It goes under the mattresses.
– Not in this fairy tale, sweetheart.
– I’m getting the marshal.
You do that!
This whole parade is a fiasco!
Let’s see what this baby’ll do.
Hey, what are you doing?!
Then all we do
is blend in with traffic…
…without arousing suspicion.
Once at the airport,
there’s no stopping us.
Stop! Security.
– You and your insect pack your float?
– Yes.
Has it been
in your possession the entire time?
Would you remove your shoes?
– Remove your stinger.
– It’s part of me.
I know. Just having some fun.
Enjoy your flight.
Then if we’re lucky, we’ll have
just enough pollen to do the job.
Oan you believe how lucky we are? We
have just enough pollen to do the job!
I think this is gonna work.
It’s got to work.
Attention, passengers,
this is Oaptain Scott.
We have a bit of bad weather
in New York.
It looks like we’ll experience
a couple hours delay.
Barry, these are cut flowers
with no water. They’ll never make it.
I gotta get up there
and talk to them.
Be careful.
Oan I get help
with the Sky Mall magazine?
I’d like to order the talking
inflatable nose and ear hair trimmer.
Oaptain, I’m in a real situation.
– What’d you say, Hal?
– Nothing.
Bee!
Don’t freak out! My entire species…
What are you doing?
– Wait a minute! I’m an attorney!
– Who’s an attorney?
Don’t move.
Oh, Barry.
Good afternoon, passengers.
This is your captain.
Would a Miss Vanessa Bloome in 24B
please report to the cockpit?
And please hurry!
What happened here?
There was a DustBuster,
a toupee, a life raft exploded.
One’s bald, one’s in a boat,
they’re both unconscious!
– Is that another bee joke?
– No!
No one’s flying the plane!
This is JFK control tower, Flight 356.
What’s your status?
This is Vanessa Bloome.
I’m a florist from New York.
Where’s the pilot?
He’s unconscious,
and so is the copilot.
Not good. Does anyone onboard
have flight experience?
As a matter of fact, there is.
– Who’s that?
– Barry Benson.
From the honey trial?! Oh, great.
Vanessa, this is nothing more
than a big metal bee.
It’s got giant wings, huge engines.
I can’t fly a plane.
– Why not? Isn’t John Travolta a pilot?
– Yes.
How hard could it be?
Wait, Barry!
We’re headed into some lightning.
This is Bob Bumble. We have some
late-breaking news from JFK Airport,
where a suspenseful scene
is developing.
Barry Benson,
fresh from his legal victory…
That’s Barry!
…is attempting to land a plane,
loaded with people, flowers
and an incapacitated flight crew.
Flowers?!
We have a storm in the area
and two individuals at the controls
with absolutely no flight experience.
Just a minute.
There’s a bee on that plane.
I’m quite familiar with Mr. Benson
and his no-account compadres.
They’ve done enough damage.
But isn’t he your only hope?
Technically, a bee
shouldn’t be able to fly at all.
Their wings are too small…
Haven’t we heard this a million times?
“The surface area of the wings
and body mass make no sense.”
– Get this on the air!
– Got it.
– Stand by.
– We’re going live.
The way we work may be a mystery to you.
Making honey takes a lot of bees
doing a lot of small jobs.
But let me tell you about a small job.
If you do it well,
it makes a big difference.
More than we realized.
To us, to everyone.
That’s why I want to get bees
back to working together.
That’s the bee way!
We’re not made of Jell-O.
We get behind a fellow.
– Black and yellow!
– Hello!
Left, right, down, hover.
– Hover?
– Forget hover.
This isn’t so hard.
Beep-beep! Beep-beep!
Barry, what happened?!
Wait, I think we were
on autopilot the whole time.
– That may have been helping me.
– And now we’re not!
So it turns out I cannot fly a plane.
All of you, let’s get
behind this fellow! Move it out!
Move out!
Our only chance is if I do what I’d do,
you copy me with the wings of the plane!
Don’t have to yell.
I’m not yelling!
We’re in a lot of trouble.
It’s very hard to concentrate
with that panicky tone in your voice!
It’s not a tone. I’m panicking!
I can’t do this!
Vanessa, pull yourself together.
You have to snap out of it!
You snap out of it.
You snap out of it.
– You snap out of it!
– You snap out of it!
– You snap out of it!
– You snap out of it!
– You snap out of it!
– You snap out of it!
– Hold it!
– Why? Oome on, it’s my turn.
How is the plane flying?
I don’t know.
Hello?
Benson, got any flowers
for a happy occasion in there?
The Pollen Jocks!
They do get behind a fellow.
– Black and yellow.
– Hello.
All right, let’s drop this tin can
on the blacktop.
Where? I can’t see anything. Oan you?
No, nothing. It’s all cloudy.
Oome on. You got to think bee, Barry.
– Thinking bee.
– Thinking bee.
Thinking bee!
Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
Wait a minute.
I think I’m feeling something.
– What?
– I don’t know. It’s strong, pulling me.
Like a 27-million-year-old instinct.
Bring the nose down.
Thinking bee!
Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
– What in the world is on the tarmac?
– Get some lights on that!
Thinking bee!
Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
– Vanessa, aim for the flower.
– OK.
Out the engines. We’re going in
on bee power. Ready, boys?
Affirmative!
Good. Good. Easy, now. That’s it.
Land on that flower!
Ready? Full reverse!
Spin it around!
– Not that flower! The other one!
– Which one?
– That flower.
– I’m aiming at the flower!
That’s a fat guy in a flowered shirt.
I mean the giant pulsating flower
made of millions of bees!
Pull forward. Nose down. Tail up.
Rotate around it.
– This is insane, Barry!
– This’s the only way I know how to fly.
Am I koo-koo-kachoo, or is this plane
flying in an insect-like pattern?
Get your nose in there. Don’t be afraid.
Smell it. Full reverse!
Just drop it. Be a part of it.
Aim for the center!
Now drop it in! Drop it in, woman!
Oome on, already.
Barry, we did it!
You taught me how to fly!
– Yes. No high-five!
– Right.
Barry, it worked!
Did you see the giant flower?
What giant flower? Where? Of course
I saw the flower! That was genius!
– Thank you.
– But we’re not done yet.
Listen, everyone!
This runway is covered
with the last pollen
from the last flowers
available anywhere on Earth.
That means this is our last chance.
We’re the only ones who make honey,
pollinate flowers and dress like this.
If we’re gonna survive as a species,
this is our moment! What do you say?
Are we going to be bees, orjust
Museum of Natural History keychains?
We’re bees!
Keychain!
Then follow me! Except Keychain.
Hold on, Barry. Here.
You’ve earned this.
Yeah!
I’m a Pollen Jock! And it’s a perfect
fit. All I gotta do are the sleeves.
Oh, yeah.
That’s our Barry.
Mom! The bees are back!
If anybody needs
to make a call, now’s the time.
I got a feeling we’ll be
working late tonight!
Here’s your change. Have a great
afternoon! Oan I help who’s next?
Would you like some honey with that?
It is bee-approved. Don’t forget these.
Milk, cream, cheese, it’s all me.
And I don’t see a nickel!
Sometimes I just feel
like a piece of meat!
I had no idea.
Barry, I’m sorry.
Have you got a moment?
Would you excuse me?
My mosquito associate will help you.
Sorry I’m late.
He’s a lawyer too?
I was already a blood-sucking parasite.
All I needed was a briefcase.
Have a great afternoon!
Barry, I just got this huge tulip order,
and I can’t get them anywhere.
No problem, Vannie.
Just leave it to me.
You’re a lifesaver, Barry.
Oan I help who’s next?
All right, scramble, jocks!
It’s time to fly.
Thank you, Barry!
That bee is living my life!
Let it go, Kenny.
– When will this nightmare end?!
– Let it all go.
– Beautiful day to fly.
– Sure is.
Between you and me,
I was dying to get out of that office.
You have got
to start thinking bee, my friend.
– Thinking bee!
– Me?
Hold it. Let’s just stop
for a second. Hold it.
I’m sorry. I’m sorry, everyone.
Oan we stop here?
I’m not making a major life decision
during a production number!
All right. Take ten, everybody.
Wrap it up, guys.
I had virtually no rehearsal for that.
Bruh moment
And this is why shadbase needs to get someone to program a character limit for the comments.
It must suck that your dad ass-rapes you for hours every night, but leting out your anger and frustration here—plus your shame for LOVING how Daddy’s dick feels in your bottom—is not going to change anything. ither report your dad to the local police or start dressing in Mommy’s lingerie to please Daddy and make it better for him.
Blah blah blah, no one cares grandma
Why the hell are some C words replaced with O
That actually angers me
Well youve done it now meister Shadman. the next Page better contain some butt fucking
I only fear of what the next page will be
She got doxxed and went dark, that sucks.
spoilers
page 3 they have anal sex
YESS
YEEES
It’s good to say NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO or yes?
Pls Page 3 or more <3
PLS PAG 3
Nigga
If you don’t make that a dab emote shad, I’m dissapoint
Ok im ready for page 3 and dont you dare cockblock me with Jlullaby’s comic or something else
Jlullaby is basically dead, he doesn’t get his Patreon munz anymore so he doesn’t make art.
That shit better be true.
I think we all know what’s coming next.
Cute
you got me shad … you got me
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Little dude supposed to be armless isnt he?
now the younger brother has to eat that boipucci like groceries bitch
Good baby, yees: sexnight.pw/photo371.jpg
I LIKE IT!
TOP!
retard doesnt know what a lock is
plis can the older bother turn around and just fuck the younger one like there no tomorrow
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He deserves a good dickin
This is so relatable XD love to see how it ends!
It’s so relatable cause you’re a transvestite or cause you’re a dirty pedo?
Yes
Agreed
He’s about to play with balls like it’s Fifa
Radio: October is inventory time. So right now, Statler Toyota is making
the best deals of the year on all 1985 model Toyotas. You won’t find a
better car with a better price with better service anywhere in Hill
Valley…
Television: The Senate is expected to vote on this today. In other news,
officials at The Pacific
Nuclear Research Facility have denied the rumor that the case of missing
plutonium was in fact stolen from their vault two weeks ago. A Libyan
terrorist group had claimed responsibility for the alleged theft,
however, the officials now infer the crepency to a simple clerical
error. The
FBI…
Marty: Hey, Doc? Doc. Hello, anybody home? Einstein, come here, boy.
What’s going on?
Wha- aw, god. Aw, Jesus. Whoa, rock and roll. Yo
Doc: Marty, is that you?
Marty: Hey, hey, Doc, where are you?
Doc: Thank god I found you. Listen, can you meet me at Twin Pines Mall
tonight at 1:15? I’ve made a major breakthrough, I’ll need your
assistance.
Marty: Wait a minute, wait a minute. 1:15 in the morning?
Doc: Yeah.
Marty: What’s going on? Where have you been all week?
Doc: Working.
Marty: Where’s Einstein, is he with you?
Doc: Yeah, he’s right here.
Marty: You know, Doc, you left your equipment on all week.
Doc: My equipment, that reminds me, Marty, you better not hook up to the
amplifier. There’s a slight possibility for overload.
Marty: Yeah, I’ll keep that in mind.
Doc: Good, I’ll see you tonight. Don’t forget, now, 1:15 a.m., Twin
Pines Mall.
Marty: Right.
Doc: Are those my clocks I hear?
Marty: Yeah, it’s 8:00.
Doc: They’re late. My experiment worked. They’re all exactly twenty-five
minutes slow.
Marty: Wait a minute. Wait a minute, Doc. Are you telling me that it’s
8:25?
Doc: Precisely.
Marty: Damn. I’m late for school.
Marty: Hello, Jennifer.
Jennifer: Marty, don’t go this way. Strickland’s looking for you. If
you’re caught it’ll be four tardies in a row.
Jennifer: Alright, c’mon, I think we’re safe.
Marty: Y’know this time it wasn’t my fault. The Doc set all of his
clocks twenty-five minutes slow.
Strickland: Doc? Am I to understand you’re still hanging around with
Doctor Emmett Brown, McFly? Tardy slip for you, Miss Parker. And one for
you McFly I believe that makes four in a row. Now let me give you a
nickle’s worth of advice, young man. This so called Doctor Brown is
dangerous, he’s a real nuttcase. You hang around with him you’re gonna
end up in big trouble.
Marty: Oh yes sir.
Strickland: You got a real attitude problem, McFly. You’re a slacker.
You remind me of you father when he went her, he was a slacker too.
Marty: Can I go now, Mr. Strickland?
Strickland: I noticed you band is on the roster for dance auditions
after school today. Why even bother Mcfly, you haven’t got a chance,
you’re too much like your own man. No McFly ever amounted to anything in
the history of Hill Valley.
Marty: Yeah, well history is gonna change.
Audition Judge: Next, please.
Marty: Alright, we’re the pinheads.
Audition Judge: Okay, that’s enough. Now stop the microphone. I’m sorry
fellas. I’m afraid you’re just too darn loud. Next, please. Where’s the
next group, please.
Election Van: Re-elect Mayor Goldie Wilson. Progress is his middle name.
Marty: I’m too loud. I can’t believe it. I’m never gonna get a chance to
play in front of anybody.
Jennifer: Marty, one rejection isn’t the end of the world.
Marty: Nah, I just don’t think I’m cut out for music.
Jennifer: But you’re good, Marty, you’re really good. And this audition
tape of your is great, you gotta send it in to the record company. It’s
like Doc’s always saying.
Marty: Yeah I know, If you put your mind to it you could accomplish
anything.
Jennifer: That’s good advice, Marty.
Marty: Alright, okay Jennifer. What if I send in the tape and they don’t
like it. I mean, what if they say I’m no good. What if they say, “Get
out of here, kid, you got no future.” I mean, I just don’t think I can
take that kind of rejection. Jesus, I’m beginning to sound like my old
man.
Jennifer: C’mon, he’s not that bad. At least he’s letting you borrow the
car tomorrow night.
Marty: Check out that four by four. That is hot. Someday, Jennifer,
someday. Wouldn’t it be great to take that truck up to the lake. Throw a
couple of sleeping bags in the back. Lie out under the stars.
Jennifer: Stop it.
Marty: What?
Jennifer: Does your mom know about tomorrow night?
Marty: No, get out of town, my mom thinks I’m going camping with the
guys. Well, Jennifer, my mother would freak out if she knew I was going
up there with you. And I get this standard lecture about how she never
did that kind of stuff when she was a kid. Now look, I think she was
born a nun.
Jennifer: She’s just trying to keep you respectable.
Marty: Well, she’s not doing a very good job.
Woman: Save the clock tower, save the clock tower. Mayor Wilson is
sponsoring an initiative to replace that clock. Thirty years ago,
lightning struck that clock tower and the clock hasn’t run since. We at
the Hill Valley Preservation Society think it should be preserved
exactly the way it is as part of our history and heritage.
Marty: Here you go, lady. There’s a quarter.
Woman: Thank you, don’t forget to take a flyer.
Marty: Right.
Woman: Save the clock tower.
Marty: Where were we.
Jennifer: Right about here.
Jennifer’s Dad: Jennifer.
Jennifer: It’s my dad.
Marty: Right.
Jennifer: I’ve gotta go.
Marty: I’ll call you tonight.
Jennifer: I’ll be at my grandma’s. Here, let me give you the number.
Bye.
Marty: Perfect, just perfect.
Biff: I can’t believe you loaned me a car, without telling me it had a
blindspot. I could’ve been
killed.
George: Now, now, Biff, now, I never noticed any blindspot before when I
would drive it. Hi,
son.
Biff: But, what are you blind McFly, it’s there. How else do you explain
that wreck out there?
George: Now, Biff, um, can I assume that your insurance is gonna pay for
the damage?
Biff: My insurance, it’s your car, your insurance should pay for it.
Hey, I wanna know who’s
gonna pay for this? I spilled beer all over it when that car smashed
into me. Who’s gonna pay
my cleaning bill?
George: Uh?
Biff: And where’s my reports?
George: Uh, well, I haven’t finished those up yet, but you know I
figured since they weren’t due
till-
Biff: Hello, hello, anybody home? Think, McFly, think. I gotta have time
to get them re-typed.
Do you realize what would happen if I hand in my reports in your
handwriting. I’ll get fired. You
wouldn’t want that to happen would you? Would you?
George: Of course not, Biff, now I wouldn’t want that to happen. Now,
uh, I’ll finish those
reports up tonight, and I’ll run em them on over first thing tomorrow,
alright?
Biff: Hey, not too early I sleep in on Saturday. Oh, McFly, your shoe’s
untied. Don’t be so
gullible, McFly. You got the place fixed up nice, McFly. I have you’re
car towed all the way to
your house and all you’ve got for me is light beer. What are you looking
at, butthead. Say hi to
your mom for me.
George: I know what you’re gonna say, son, and you’re right, you’re
right, But Biff just happens
to be my supervisor, and I’m afraid I’m not very good at confrontations.
Marty: The car, Dad, I mean He wrecked it, totaled it. I needed that car
tomorrow night, Dad, I
mean do you have any idea how important this was, do you have any clue?
George: I know, and all I could say is I’m sorry.
George: Believe me, Marty, you’re better off not having to worry about
all the aggravation and
headaches of playing at that dance.
David: He’s absolutely right, Marty. the last thing you need is
headaches.
Lorraine: Kids, we’re gonna have to eat this cake by ourselves, Uncle
Joey didn’t make parole
again. I think it would be nice, if you all dropped him a line.
Marty: Uncle Jailbird Joey?
David: He’s your brother, Mom.
Linda: Yeah, I think it’s a major embarrassment having an uncle in
prison.
Loraine: We all make mistakes in life, children
David: God dammit, I’m late.
Lorraine: David, watch your mouth. You come here and kiss your mother
before you go, come
here.
David: C’mon, Mom, make it fast, I’ll miss my bus. Hey see you tonight,
Pop. Woo, time to
change that oil.
Linda: Hey Marty, I’m not your answering service, but you’re outside
pouting about the car,
Jennifer Parker called you twice.
Lorraine: I don’t like her, Marty. Any girl who calls a boy is just
asking for trouble.
Linda: Oh Mom, there’s nothing wrong with calling a boy.
Lorraine: I think it’s terrible. Girls chasing boys. When I was your age
I never chased a boy, or
called a boy, or sat in a parked car with a boy.
Linda: Then how am I supposed to ever meet anybody.
Lorraine: Well, it will just happen. Like the way I met your father.
Linda: That was so stupid, Grandpa hit him with the car.
Lorraine: It was meant to be. Anyway, if Grandpa hadn’t hit him, then
none of you would have
been born.
Linda: Yeah, well, I still don’t understand what Dad was doing in the
middle of the street.
Lorraine: What was it, George, bird watching?
George: What Lorraine, what?
Lorraine: Anyway, Grandpa hit him with the car and brought him into the
house. He seemed
so helpless, like a little lost puppy, my heart just went out for him.
Linda: Yeah Mom, we know, you’ve told us this story a million times. You
felt sorry for him so
you decided to go with him to The Fish Under The Sea Dance.
Lorraine: No, it was The Enchantment Under The Sea Dance. Our first
date. It was the night
of that terrible thunderstorm, remember George? Your father kissed me
for the very first time
on that dance floor. It was then I realized I was going to spend the
rest of my life with him.
Marty: Hello.
Doc: Marty, you didn’t fall asleep, did you?
Marty: Uh Doc, uh no. No, don’t be silly.
Doc: Listen, this is very important, I forgot my video camera, could you
stop by my place and
pick it up on your way to the mall?
Marty: Um, yeah, I’m on my way.
Marty: Einstein, hey Einstein, where’s the Doc, boy, huh? Doc
Doc: Marty, you made it.
Marty: Yeah.
Doc: Welcome to my latest experiment. It’s the one I’ve been waiting for
all my life.
Marty: Um, well it’s a deloreon, right?
Doc: Bare with me, Marty, all of your questions will be answered. Roll
tape, we’ll proceed.
Marty: Doc, is that a de-
Doc: Never mind that now, never mind that now.
Marty: Alright, I’m ready.
Doc: Good evening, I’m Doctor Emmett Brown. I’m standing on the parking
lot of Twin Pines
Mall. It’s Saturday morning, October 26, 1985, 1:18 a.m. and this is
temporal experiment
number one. C’mon, Einy, hey hey boy, get in there, that a boy, in you
go, get down, that’s it.
Marty: Whoa, whoa, okay.
Doc: Please note that Einstein’s clock is in complete synchronization
with my control watch.
Marty: Right check, Doc.
Doc: Good. Have a good trip Einstein, watch your head.
Marty: You have this thing hooked up to the car?
Doc: Watch this. Not me, the car, the car. My calculations are correct,
when this baby hits
eighty-eight miles per hour, your gonna see some serious shit. Watch
this, watch this. Ha,
what did I tell you, eighty-eight miles per hour. The temporal
displacement occurred at exactly
1:20 a.m. and zero seconds.
Marty: Hot, Jesus Christ, Doc. Jesus Christ, Doc, you disintegrated
Einstein.
Doc: Calm down, Marty, I didn’t disintegrate anything. The molecular
structure of Einstein and
the car are completely intact.
Marty: Where the hell are they.
Doc: The appropriate question is, weren’t the hell are they. Einstein
has just become the
world’s first time traveler. I sent him into the future. One minute into
the future to be exact.
And at exactly 1:21 a.m. we should cat h up with him and the time
machine.
Marty: Wait a minute, wait a minute, Doc, are you telling me that you
built a time machine out of
a deloreon.
Doc: The way I see it, if you’re gonna build a time machine into a car
why not do it with some
style. Besides, the stainless, steel construction made the flux
dispersal- look out.
Marty: What, what is it hot?
Doc: It’s cold, damn cold. Ha, ha, ha, Einstein, you little devil.
Einstein’s clock is exactly one
minute behind mine, it’s still ticking.
Marty: He’s alright.
Doc: He’s fine, and he’s completely unaware that anything happened. As
far as he’s concerned
the trip was instantaneous. That’s why Einstein’s watch is exactly one
minute behind mine. He
skipped over that minute to instantly arrive at this moment in time.
Come here, I’ll show you
how it works. First, you turn the time circuits on. This readout tell
you where you’re going, this
one tells you where you are, this one tells you where you were. You
imput the destination time
on this keypad. Say, you wanna see the signing of the declaration of
independence, or witness
the birth or Christ. Here’s a red-letter date in the history of science,
November 5, 1955. Yes, of
course, November 5, 1955.
Marty: What, I don’t get what happened.
Doc: That was the day I invented time travel. I remember it vividly. I
was standing on the edge
of my toilet hanging a clock, the porces was wet, I slipped, hit my head
on the edge of the sink.
And when I came to I had a revelation, a picture, a picture in my head,
a picture of this. This is
what makes time travel possible. The flux capacitor.
Marty: The flux capacitor.
Doc: It’s taken me almost thirty years and my entire family fortune to
realize the vision of that
day, my god has it been that long. Things have certainly changed around
here. I remember
when this was all farmland as far as the eye could see. Old man Peabody,
owned all of this.
He had this crazy idea about breeding pine trees.
Marty: This is uh, this is heavy duty, Doc, this is great. Uh, does it
run on regular unleaded
gasoline?
Doc: Unfortunately no, it requires something with a little more kick,
plutonium.
Marty: Uh, plutonium, wait a minute, are you telling me that this
sucker’s nuclear?
Doc: Hey, hey, keep rolling, keep rolling there. No, no, no, no, this
sucker’s electrical. But I
need a nuclear reaction to generate the one point twenty-one gigawatts
of electricity that I need.
Marty: Doc, you don’t just walk into a store and ask for plutonium. Did
you rip this off?
Doc: Of course, from a group of Libyan Nationalists. They wanted me to
build them a bomb, so
I took their plutonium and in turn gave them a shiny bomb case full of
used pinball machine
parts.
Marty: Jesus.
Doc: Let’s get you into a radiation suit, we must prepare to reload.
Doc: Safe now, everything’s let lined. Don’t you lose those tapes now,
we’ll need a record.
Wup, wup, I almost forgot my luggage. Who knows if they’ve got cotton
underwear in the
future. I’m allergic to all synthetics.
Marty: The future, it’s where you’re going?
Doc: That’s right, twenty five years into the future. I’ve always
dreamed on seeing the future,
looking beyond my years, seeing the progress of mankind. I’ll also be
able to see who wins the
next twenty-five world series.
Marty: Uh, Doc.
Doc: Huh?
Marty: Uh, look me up when you get there.
Doc: Indeed I will, roll em. I, Doctor Emmett Brown, am about to embark
on an historic journey.
What have I been thinking of, I almost forgot to bring some extra
plutonium. How did I ever
expect to get back, one pallet one trip I must be out of my mind. What
is it Einy? Oh my god,
they found me, I don’t know how but they found me. Run for it, Marty.
Marty: Who, who?
Doc: Who do you think, the Libyans.
Marty: Holy shit.
Doc: Unroll their fire.
Marty: Doc, wait. No, bastards.
Libyan: Go. Go.
Marty: C’mon, more, dammit. Jeez. Holy shit. Let’s see if you bastards
can do ninety.
Marty: Ahh. Ahh.
Mother: Pa, what is it? What is it, Pa?
Father: Looks like a airplane, without wings.
Son: That ain’t no airplane, look.
Mother & Father: Ahh.
Father: Children.
Marty: Listen, woh. Hello, uh excuse me. Sorry about your barn.
Son: It’s already mutated intro human form, shoot it.
Father: Take that you mutated son-of-a-bitch. My pine, why you. You
space bastard, you killed
a pine.
Marty: Alright, alright, okay McFly, get a grip on yourself. It’s all a
dream. Just a very intense
dream. Woh, hey, listen, you gotta help me.
Passenger: Don’t stop, Wilbert, drive.
Marty: Can’t be. This is nuts. Aw, c’mon.
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Marty: this has gotta be a dream.
Lou: Hey kid, what you do, jump ship?
Marty: What?
Lou: What’s with the life preserver?
Marty: I just wanna use the phone.
Lou: Yeah, it’s in the back.
Marty: Brown, Brown, Brown, Brown, Brown, great, you’re alive. Do you
know where 1640
Riverside-
Lou: Are you gonna order something, kid?
Marty: Yeah, gimme a Tab.
Lou: Tab? I can’t give you a tab unless you order something.
Marty: Right, gimme a Pepsi free.
Lou: You wanna a Pepsi, pall, you’re gonna pay for it.
Marty: Well just gimme something without any sugar in it, okay?
Lou: Without any sugar.
Biff: Hey McFly, what do you think you’re doing.
Marty: Biff.
Biff: Hey I’m talking to you, McFly, you Irish bug.
George: Oh hey, Biff, hey, guys, how are you doing?
Biff: Yeah, you got my homework finished, McFly?
George: Uh, well, actually, I figured since it wasn’t due till Monday-
Biff: Hello, hello, anybody home? Think, McFly, think. I gotta have time
to recopy it. Do your
realize what would happen if I hand in my homework in your handwriting?
I’d get kicked out of
school. You wouldn’t want that to happen would you, would you?
George: Now, of course not, Biff, now, I wouldn’t want that to happen.
Biff: Uh, no, no, no, no. What are you looking at, butt-head?
Skinhead: Hey Biff, check out this guy’s life preserver, dork thinks
he’s gonna drown.
Biff: Yeah, well, how about my homework, McFly?
George: Uh, well, okay Biff, uh, I’ll finish that on up tonight and I’ll
bring it over first thing
tomorrow morning.
Biff: Hey not too early I sleep in Sunday’s, hey McFly, you’re shoe’s
untied, don’t be so gullible,
McFly.
George: Okay.
Biff: I don’t wanna see you in here again.
George: Yeah, alright, bye-bye. What?
Marty: You’re George McFly.
George: Yeah, who are you?
Goldie: Say, why do you let those boys push you around like that?
George: Well, they’re bigger than me.
Goldie: Stand tall, boy, have some respect for yourself. Don’t you know
that if you let people
walk all over you know, they’ll be walking all over you for the rest of
your life? Listen to me, do
you think I’m gonna spend the rest of my life in this slop house?
Lou: Watch it, Goldie.
Goldie: No sir, I’m gonna make something out of myself, I’m going to
night school and one day
I’m gonna be somebody.
Marty: That’s right, he’s gonna be mayor.
Goldie: Yeah, I’m- mayor. Now that’s a good idea. I could run for mayor.
Lou: A colored mayor, that’ll be the day.
Goldie: You wait and see, Mr. Caruthers, I will be mayor and I’ll be the
most powerful mayor in
the history of Hill Valley, and I’m gonna clean up this town.
Lou: Good, you could start by sweeping the floor.
Goldie: Mayor Goldie Wilson, I like the sound of that.
Marty: Hey Dad, George, hey, you on the bike.
Marty: He’s a peeping tom. Dad.
Sam: Hey wait, wait a minute, who are you? Stella, another one of these
damn kids jumped in
front of my car. Come on out here, help me take him in the house.
Marty: Mom, is that you?
Lorraine: There, there, now, just relax. You’ve been asleep for almost
nine hours now.
Marty: I had a horrible nightmare, dreamed I went back in time, it was
terrible.
Lorraine: Well, safe and sound, now, n good old 1955.
Marty: 1955? You’re my ma- you’re my ma.
Lorraine: My name’s Lorraine, Lorraine Baines.
Marty: Yeah, but you’re uh, you’re so, you’re so thin.
Lorraine: Just relax now Calvin, you’ve got a big bruise on you’re head.
Marty: Ah, where’re my pants?
Lorraine: Over there, on my hope chest. I’ve never seen purple underwear
before, Calvin.
Marty: Calvin, why do you keep calling me Calvin?
Lorraine: Well that’s your name, isn’t it? Calvin Klein. it’s written
all over your underwear. Oh,
I guess they call you Cal, huh?
Marty: Actually, people call me Marty.
Lorraine: Oh, pleased to meet you, Calvin Marty Klein. Do you mind if I
sit here?
Marty: No, fine, no , good, fine, good.
Lorraine: That’s a big bruise you have there.
Marty: Ah.
Stella: Lorraine, are you up there?
Lorraine: My god, it’s my mother. Put your pants back on.
Stella: So tell me, Marty, how long have you been in port?
Marty: Excuse me.
Stella: Yeah, I guessed you’re a sailor, aren’t you, that’s why you wear
that life preserver.
Marty: Uh, coast guard.
Stella: Sam, here’s the young man you hit with your car out there. He’s
alright, thank god.
Sam: What were you doing in the middle of the street, a kid your age.
Stella: Don’t pay any attention to him, he’s in one of his moods. Sam,
quit fiddling with that
thing, come in here to dinner. Now let’s see, you already know Lorraine,
this is Milton, this is
Sally, that’s Toby, and over there in the playpen is little baby Joey.
Marty: So you’re my Uncle Joey. Better get used to these bars, kid.
Stella: yes, Joey just loves being in his playpen. he cries whenever we
take him out so we just
leave him in there all the time. Well Marty, I hope you like meatloaf.
Marty: Well, uh, listen, uh, I really-
Lorraine: Sit here, Marty.
Stella: Sam, quit fiddling with that thing and come in here and eat your
dinner.
Sam: Ho ho ho, look at it roll. Now we could watch Jackie Gleason while
we eat.
Lorraine: Our first television set, Dad just picked it up today. Do you
have a television?
Marty: Well yeah, you know we have two of them.
Milton: Wow, you must be rich.
Stella: Oh honey, he’s teasing you, nobody has two television sets.
Marty: Hey, hey, I’ve seen this one, I’ve seen this one. This is a
classic, this is where Ralph
dresses up as the man from space.
Milton: What do you mean you’ve seen this, it’s brand new.
Marty: Yeah well, I saw it on a rerun.
Milton: What’s a rerun?
Marty: You’ll find out.
Stella: You know Marty, you look so familiar, do I know your mother?
Marty: Yeah, I think maybe you do.
Stella: Oh, then I wanna give her a call, I don’t want her to worry
about you.
Marty: You can’t, uh, that is, uh, nobody’s home.
Stella: Oh.
Marty: Yet.
Stella: Oh.
Marty: Uh listen, do you know where Riverside Drive is?
Sam: It’s uh, the other end of town, a block past Maple.
Marty: A block passed Maple, that’s John F. Kennedy Drive.
Sam: Who the hell is John F. Kennedy?
Lorraine: Mother, with Marty’s parents out of town, don’t you think he
oughta spend the night,
after all, Dad almost killed him with the car.
Stella: That’s true, Marty, I think you should spend the night. I think
you’re our responsibility.
Marty: Well gee, I don’t know.
Lorraine: And he could sleep in my room.
Marty: I gotta go, uh, I gotta go. Thanks very much, it was wonderful,
you were all great. See
you all later, much later.
Stella: He’s a very strange young man.
Sam: he’s an idiot, comes from upbringing, parents were probably idiots
too. Lorraine, if you
ever have a kid like that, I’ll disown you.
Marty: Doc?
Doc: Don’t say a word.
Marty: Doc.
Doc: I don’t wanna know your name. I don’t wanna know anything anything
about you.
Marty: Listen, Doc.
Doc: Quiet.
Marty: Doc, Doc, it’s me, Marty.
Doc: Don’t tell me anything.
Marty: Doc, you gotta help-
Doc: Quiet, quiet. I’m gonna read your thoughts. Let’s see now, you’ve
come from a great
distance?
Marty: Yeah, exactly.
Doc: Don’t tell me. Uh, you want me to buy a subscription to the
Saturday Evening Post?
Marty: No.
Doc: Not a word, not a word, not a word now. Quiet, uh, donations, you
want me to make a
donation to the coast guard youth auxiliary?
Marty: Doc, I’m from the future. I came here in a time machine that you
invented. Now, I need
your help to get back to the year 1985.
Doc: My god, do you know what this means? It means that this damn thing
doesn’t work at all.
Marty: Doc, you gotta help me. you were the only one who knows how your
time machine
works.
Doc: Time machine, I haven’t invented any time machine.
Marty: Okay, alright, I’ll prove it to you. Look at my driver’s license,
expires 1987. Look at my
birthday, for crying out load I haven’t even been born yet. And, look at
this picture, my brother,
my sister, and me. Look at the sweatshirt, Doc, class of 1984.
Doc: Pretty Mediocre photographic fakery, they cut off your brother’s
hair.
Marty: I’m telling the truth, Doc, you gotta believe me.
Doc: So tell me, future boy, who’s president of the United States in
1985?
Marty: Ronald Reagon.
Doc: Ronald Reagon, the actor? Then who’s vice president, Jerry Lewis? I
suppose Jane
Wymann is the first lady.
Marty: Whoa, wait, Doc.
Doc: And Jack Benny is secretary of the Treasury.
Marty: Look, you gotta listen to me.
Doc: I got enough practical jokes for one evening. Good night, future
boy.
Marty: No wait, Doc, the bruise, the bruise on your head, I know how
that happened, you told
me the whole story. you were standing on your toilet and you were
hanging a clock, and you
fell, and you hit your head on the sink, and that’s when you came up
with the idea for the flux
capacitor, which makes time travel possible.
Marty: Something wrong with the starter, so I hid it.
Doc: After I fell off my toilet, I drew this.
Marty: Flux capacitor.
Doc: It works, ha ha ha ha, it works. I finally invent something that
works.
Marty: Bet your ass it works.
Doc: Well, now we gotta sneak this back into my laboratory, we’ve gotta
get you home.
Marty: Okay Doc, this is it.
TV Doc: Never mind that, never mind that now, never mind that, never
mind-
Doc: Why that’s me, look at me, I’m an old man.
TV Doc: Good evening, I’m Doctor Emmet Brown, I’m standing here on the
parking lot of-
Doc: Thank god I still got my hair. What on Earth is that thing I’m
wearing?
Marty: Well, this is a radiation suit.
Doc: Radiation suit, of course, cause all of the fall out from the
atomic wars. This is truly
amazing, a portable television studio. No wonder your president has to
be an actor, he’s gotta
look good on television.
Marty: whoa, this is it, this is the part coming up, Doc.
TV Doc: No no no this sucker’s electrical, but I need a nuclear reaction
to generate the one point
twenty-one gigawatts of electricity-
Doc: What did I just say?
TV Doc: No no no this sucker’s electrical, but I need a nuclear reaction
to generate the one point
twenty-one gigawatts of electricity that I need.
Doc: One point twenty-one gigawatts. One point twenty-one gigawatts.
Great Scott.
Marty: What the hell is a gigawatt?
Doc: How could I have been so careless. One point twenty-one gigawatts.
Tom, how am I
gonna generate that kind of power, it can’t be done, it can’t.
Marty: Doc, look, all we need is a little plutonium.
Doc: I’m sure that in 1985, plutonium is available at every corner drug
store, but in 1955, it’s a
little hard to come by. Marty, I’m sorry, but I’m afraid you’re stuck
here.
Marty: whoa, whoa Doc, stuck here, I can’t be stuck here, I got a life
in 1985. I got a girl.
Doc: Is she pretty?
Marty: Doc, she’s beautiful. She’s crazy about me. Look at this, look
what she wrote me, Doc.
That says it all. Doc, you’re my only hope.
Doc: Marty, I’m sorry, but the only power source capable of generating
one point twenty-one
gigawatts of electricity is a bolt of lightning.
Marty: What did you say?
Doc: A bolt of lightning, unfortunately, you never know when or where
it’s ever gonna strike.
Marty: We do now.
Doc: This is it. This is the answer. It says here that a bolt of
lightning is gonna strike the clock
tower precisely at 10:04 p.m. next Saturday night. If we could somehow
harness this bolt of
lightning, channel it into the flux capacitor, it just might work. Next
Saturday night, we’re
sending you back to the future.
Marty: Okay, alright, Saturday is good, Saturday’s good, I could spend a
week in 1955. I could
hang out, you could show me around.
Doc: Marty, that’s completely out of the question, you must not leave
this house. you must not
see anybody or talk to anybody. Anything you do could have serious
reprocautions on future
events. Do you understand?
Marty: Yeah, sure, okay.
Doc: Marty, you interacted with anybody else today, besides me?
Marty: Um, yeah well I might have sort of ran into my parents.
Doc: Great Scott. Let me see that photograph again of your brother. Just
as I thought, this
proves my theory, look at your brother.
Marty: His head’s gone, it’s like it’s been erased.
Doc: Erased from existence.
Marty: Whoa, they really cleaned this place up, looks brand new.
Doc: Now remember, according to my theory you interfered with with your
parent’s first
meeting. They don’t meet, they don’t fall in love, they won’t get
married and they wont have
kids. That’s why your older brother’s disappeared from that photograph.
Your sister will follow
and unless you repair the damages, you will be next.
Marty: This sounds pretty heavy.
Doc: Weight has nothing to do with it.
Doc: Which one’s your pop?
Marty: That’s him.
George: Okay, okay you guys, oh ha ha ha very funny. Hey you guys are
being real mature.
Doc: Maybe you were adopted.
George: Okay, real mature guys. Okay, Biff, will you pick up my books?
Strickland: McFly.
Marty: That’s Strickland. Jesus, didn’t that guy ever have hair?
Strickland: Shape up, man. You’re a slacker. You wanna be a slacker for
the rest of your life?
George: No.
Doc: What did your mother ever see in that kid?
Marty: I don’t know, Doc, I guess she felt sorry for him cause her did
hit him with the car, hit me
with the car.
Doc: That’s a Florence Nightingale effect. It happens in hospitals when
nurses fall in love with
their patients. Go to it, kid.
Marty: Hey George, buddy, hey, I’ve been looking all over for you. You
remember me, the guy
who saved your life the other day.
George: Yeah.
Marty: Good, there’s somebody I’d like you to meet. Loraine.
Loraine: Calvin.
Marty: I’d like you to meet my good friend George McFly.
George: Hi, it’s really a pleasure to meet you.
Loraine: How’s your head?
Marty: Well uh, good, fine.
Loraine: Oh, I’ve been so worried about you ever since you ran off the
other night. Are you
okay? I’m sorry I have to go. Isn’t he a dream boat?
Marty: Doc, she didn’t even look at him.
Doc: This is more serious than I thought. Apparently your mother is
amorously infatuated with
you instead of your father.
Marty: Whoa, wait a minute, Doc, are you telling me that my mother has
got the hots for me?
Doc: Precisely.
Marty: Whoa, this is heavy.
Doc: There’s that word again, heavy. Why are things so heavy in the
future. Is there a
problem with the Earth’s gravitational pull?
Marty: What?
Doc: The only way we’re gonna get those two to successfully meet is if
they’re alone together.
So you’ve got to get your father and mother to interact at some sort of
social-
Marty: What, well you mean like a date?
Doc: Right.
Marty: What kind of date? I don’t know, what do kids do in the fifties?
Doc: Well, they’re your parents, you must know them. What are there
common interests.
What do they like to do together?
Marty: Nothing.
Doc: Look, there’s a rhythmic ceremonial ritual coming up.
Marty: Of course, the Enchantment Under The Sea Dance they’re supposed
to go to this, that’s
where they kiss for the first time.
Doc: Alright kid, you stick to your father like glue and make sure that
he takes her to the dance.
Marty: George, buddy. remember that girl I introduced you to, Loraine.
What are you writing?
George: Uh, stories, science fiction stories, about visitors coming down
to Earth from another
planet.
Marty: Get out of town, I didn’t know you did anything creative. Ah, let
me read some.
George: Oh, no no no, I never uh, I never let anybody read my stories.
Marty: Why not?
George: Well, what if they didn’t like them, what if they told me I was
no good. I guess that
would be pretty hard for somebody to understand.
Marty: Uh no, not hard at all. So anyway, George, now Loraine, she
really likes you. She told
me to tell you that she wants you to ask her to the Enchantment Under
The Sea Dance.
George: Really.
Marty: oh yeah, all you gotta do is go over there and ask her.
George: What, right here right now in the cafeteria? What is she said
no? I don’t know if I
could take that kind of rejection. Besides, I think she’d rather go with
somebody else.
Marty: Who?
George: Biff.
Biff: C’mon, c’mon.
Loraine: Leave me alone.
Biff: You want it, you know you want it, and you know you want me to
give it to you.
Loraine: Shut your filthy mouth, I’m not that kind of girl.
Biff: Well maybe you are and you just don’t know it yet.
Loraine: Get your meat hooks off of me.
Marty: You heard her she said get your meat hooks, off, uh please.
Biff: So what’s it to you, butthead. You know you’ve been looking for a,
since you’re new here,
I’m gonna cut you a break, today. So why don’t you make like a tree, and
get out of here.
Marty: George.
George: Why do you keep following me around?
Marty: Look, George, I’m telling you George, if you do not ask Loraine
to that dance, I’m gonna
regret it for the rest of my life.
George: But I can’t go to the dance, I’ll miss my favorite television
program, Science Fiction
Theater.
Marty: Yeah but George, Loraine wants to go with you. Give her a break.
George: Look, I’m just not ready to ask Loraine out to the dance, and
not you, nor anybody else
on this planet is gonna make me change my mind.
Marty: Science Fiction Theater.
George: Who are you?
Marty: Silence Earthling. my name is Darth Vader. I’m am an
extra-terrestrial from the planet
Vulcan.
George: Marty. Marty. Marty.
Marty: Hey, George, buddy, you weren’t at school, what have you been
doing all day?
George: I over slept, look I need your help. I have to ask Loraine out
but I don’t know how to
do it. I have to ask Loraine out but I don’t know how to do it.
Marty: Alright, okay listen, keep your pants on, she’s over in the caf�.
God, how do you do
this? What made you change your mind, George?
George: Last night, Darth Vader came down from planet Vulcan. And he
told me that if I didn’t
take Loraine, that he’d melt my brain.
Marty: Yeah, well uh, lets keep this brain melting stuff to ourselves,
okay?
George: Oh, yeah, yeah.
Marty: Alright, okay. Alright, there she is, George. Just go in there
and invite her.
George: Okay, but I don’t know what to say.
Marty: Just say anything, George, say what ever’s natural, the first
thing that comes to your
mind.
George: Nothing’s coming to my mind.
Marty: Jesus, George, it’s a wonder I was ever born.
George: What, what?
Marty: Nothing, nothing, nothing, look tell her destiny has brought you
together, tell her that
she’s the most beautiful you have ever seen. Girls like that stuff.
What, what are you doing
George?
George: I’m writing this down, this is good stuff.
Marty: Yeah okay.
George: Oh.
Marty: Let’s go.
George: Oh.
Marty: Will you take care of that?
George: Right. Lou, gimme a milk, chocolate. Loraine, my density has
popped me to you.
Loraine: What?
George: Oh, what I meant to day was-
Loraine: Hey, don’t I know you from somewhere?
George: Yes, yes, I’m George, George McFly, and I’m your density. I
mean, I’m your destiny.
Loraine: Oh.
Biff: Hey, McFly, I thought I told you never to come in here. Well it’s
gonna cost you. How
much money you got on you?
George: Well, Biff.
Biff: Alright, punk, now-
Marty: Whoa, whoa, Biff, what’s that?
Loraine: That’s Calvin Klein, oh my god, he’s a dream.
Marty: Whoa, whoa, kid, kid, stop, stop, stop, stop.
Kid: Hey.
Marty: I’ll get it back to you, alright?
Kid: You broke it. Wow, look at him go.
Biff: Let’s get him.
Girl: What’s that thing he’s on?
Boy: It’s a board with wheels.
Loraine: He’s an absolute dream.
Marty: Ah. Whoa.
Biff: I’m gonna ram him.
Biff, Matches, 3-D, & Skinhead: Shit.
Marty: Thanks a lot, kid.
Biff: I’m gonna get that son-of-a-bitch.
Girlfriend #1: Where does he come from?
Girlfriend #2: Yeah, where does he live?
Loraine: I don’t know, but I’m gonna find out.
Doc: My god, they found me. I don’t know how but they found me. Run for
it, Marty. My god,
they found me. I don’t know how but they found me. Run for it, Marty.
Marty: Doc.
Doc: Oh, hi , Marty. I didn’t hear you come in. Fascinating device, this
video unit.
Marty: Listen, Doc, you know there’s something I haven’t told you about
the night we made that
tape.
Doc: Please, Marty, don’t tell me, no man should know too much about
their own destiny.
Marty: You don’t understand.
Doc: I do understand. If I know too much about my own future I could
endanger my own
existence, just as you endangered yours.
Marty: Your, your right.
Doc: Let me show you my plan for sending you home. Please excuse the
crudity of this model,
I didn’t have time to build it to scale or to paint it.
Marty: Its good.
Doc: Oh, thank you, thank you. Okay now, we run some industrial strength
electrical cable
from the top of the clocktower down to spreading it over the street
between two lamp posts.
Meanwhile, we out-fitted the vehicle with this big pole and hook which
runs directly into the
flux-capacitor. At the calculated moment, you start off from down the
street driving toward the
cable execrating to eighty-eight miles per hour. According to the flyer,
at !0:04 pm lightning will
strike the clocktower sending one point twenty-one gigawatts into the
flux-capacitor, sending
you back to 1985. Alright now, watch this. You wind up the car and
release it, I’ll simulate the
lightening. Ready, set, release. Huhh.
Marty: You extol me with a lot of confidence, Doc.
Doc: Don’t worry, I’ll take care of the lightning, you take care of your
pop. By the way, what
happened today, did he ask her out?
Marty: Uh, I think so.
Doc: What did she say? It’s your mom, she’s tracked you down. Quick,
let’s cover the time
machine.
Loraine: Hi, Marty.
Marty: Uh, Loraine. How did you know I was here?
Loraine: I followed you.
Marty: Oh, uh, this is my Doc, Uncle, Brown.
Loraine: Hi.
Marty: Hello.
Loraine: Marty, this may seem a little foreward, but I was wondering if
you would ask me to the
Enchantment Under The Sea Dance on Saturday.
Marty: Uh, you mean nobody’s asked you?
Loraine: No, not yet.
Marty: What about George?
Loraine: George McFly? Oh, he’s kinda cute and all, but, well, I think a
man should be strong,
so he could stand up for himself, and protect the woman he loves. Don’t
you?
Marty: Yeah.
George: I still don’t understand, how am I supposed to go to the dance
with her, if she’s already
going to the dance with you.
Marty: Cause, George, she wants to go to the dance with you, she just
doesn’t know it yet.
That’s why we got to show her that you, George McFly, are a fighter.
You’re somebody who’s
gonna stand up for yourself, someone who’s gonna protect her.
George: Yeah, but I never picked a fight in my entire life.
Marty: Your not gonna be picking a fight, Dad, dad dad daddy-o. You’re
coming to a rescue,
right? Okay, let’s go over the plan again. 8:55, where are you gonna be.
George: I’m gonna be at the dance.
Marty: Right, and where am I gonna be?
George: You’re gonna be in the car with her.
Marty: Right, okay, so right around 9:00 she’s gonna get very angry with
me.
George: Why is she gonna get angry with you?
Marty: Well, because George, nice girls get angry when guys take
advantage of them.
George: Ho, you mean you’re gonna touch her on her-
Marty: No, no, George, look, it’s just an act, right? Okay, so 9:00
you’re strolling through the
parking lot, you see us struggling in the car, you walk up, you open the
door and you say, your
line, George.
George: Oh, uh, hey you, get your damn hands off her. Do you really
think I oughta swear?
Marty: Yes, definitely, god-dammit George, swear. Okay, so now, you come
up, you punch me
in the stomach, I’m out for the count, right? And you and Loraine live
happily ever after.
George: Oh, you make it sound so easy. I just, I wish I wasn’t so
scared.
Marty: George, there’s nothing to be scared of. All it takes is a little
self confidence. You know,
if you put your mind to it, you could accomplish anything.
Radio: This Saturday night, mostly clear, with some scattered clouds.
Lows in the upper
forties.
Doc: Are you sure about this storm?
Marty: When could weathermen predict the weather, let alone the future.
Doc: You know Marty, I’m gonna be very sad to see you go. You’ve really
mad a difference in
my life, you’ve given me something to shoot for. Just knowing, that I’m
gonna be around to se
1985, that I’m gonna succeed in this. That I’m gonna have a chance to
travel through time. It’s
going to be really hard waiting 30 years before I could talk to you
about everything that’s
happened in the past few days. I’m really gonna miss you, Marty.
Marty: I’m really gonna miss you. Doc, about the future-
Doc: No, Marty, we’ve already agreed that having information about the
future could be
extremely dangerous. Even if your intentions are good, they could
backfire drastically.
Whatever you’ve got to tell me I’ll find out through the natural course
of time.
Marty: Dear Doctor Brown, on the night that I go back in time, you will
be shot by terrorists.
Please take whatever precautions are necessary to prevent this terrible
disaster. Your friend,
Marty.
Cop: Evening, Doctor Brown, what’s with the wire?
Doc: Oh, just a little weather experiment.
Cop: What you got under here?
Doc: Oh no, don’t touch that. That’s some new specialized weather
sensing equipment.
Cop: You got a permit for that?
Doc: Of course I do. Just a second, let’s see if I could find it.
Marty: Do you mind if we park for a while?
Loraine: That’s a great idea. I’d love to park.
Marty: Huh?
Loraine: Well, Marty, I’m almost eighteen-years-old, it’s not like I’ve
never parked before.
Marty: What?
Loraine: Marty, you seem so nervous, is something wrong?
Marty: No no. Loraine, Loraine, what are you doing?
Loraine: I swiped it from the old lady’s liquor cabinet.
Marty: Yeah well, you shouldn’t drink.
Loraine: Why not?
Marty: Because, you might regret it later in life.
Loraine: Marty, don’t be such a square. Everybody who’s anybody drinks.
Marty: Jesus, you smoke too?
Loraine: Marty, you’re beginning to sound just like my mother.
Marvin Barry: We’re gonna take a little break but we’ll be back in a
while so, don’t nobody go
no where.
Loraine: Marty, why are you so nervous?
Marty: Loraine, have you ever, uh, been in a situation where you know
you had to act a certain
way but when you got there, you didn’t know if you could go through with
it?
Loraine: Oh, you mean how you’re supposed to act on a first date.
Marty: Ah well, sort of.
Loraine: I think I know exactly what you mean.
Marty: You do?
Loraine: You know what I do in those situations?
Marty: What?
Loraine: I don’t worry. this is all wrong. I don’t know what it is but
when I kiss you, it’s like
kissing my brother. I guess that doesn’t make any sense, does it?
Marty: Well, you mean, it makes perfect sense.
Biff: You cost three-hundred buck damage to my car, you son-of-a-bitch.
And I’m gonna take it
out of your ass. Hold him.
Loraine: Let him go, Biff, you’re drunk.
Biff: Well looky what we have here. No no no, you’re staying right here
with me.
Loraine: Stop it.
Biff: C’mon.
Loraine: Stop it.
Biff: C’mon.
Marty: Leave her alone, you bastard.
Biff: You guys, take him in back and I’ll be right there. Well c’mon,
this ain’t no peep show.
Skinhead: Let’s put him in there.
3-D: Yeah.
Skinhead: That’s for messing up my hair.
Starlighter: The hell you doing to my car?
3-D: Hey beat it, spook, this don’t concern you.
Marvin Barry: Who are you calling spook, pecker-wood.
Skinhead: Hey, hey listen guys. Look, I don’t wanna mess with no reefer
addicts, okay?
Marty: C’mon, open up, let me out of here, Yo.
Marvin Barry: Lorenzo, where’re you keys?
Marty: The keys are in the trunk.
Marvin Barry: Say that again.
Marty: I said the keys are in here.
George: Hey you, get your damn hands off, oh.
Biff: I think you got the wrong car, McFly.
Loraine: George, help me, please.
Biff: Just turn around, McFly, and walk away. Are you deaf, McFly? Close
the door and beat it.
George: No, Biff, you leave her alone.
Biff: Alright, McFly, you’re asking for it, and now you’re gonna get it.
Loraine: Biff, stop it. Biff, you’re breaking his arm. Biff, stop.
Marvin Barry: Give me a hand, Lorenzo. Ow, dammit, man, I sliced my
hand.
Marty: Who’s are these?
Starlighter: Thanks, thanks a lot.
Loraine: You’re gonna break his arm. Biff, leave him alone. Let him go.
Let him go.
George: Are you okay?
Girlfriend: Who is that guy.
Boyfriend: That’s George McFly.
Girlfriend: That’s George McFly?
Marty: Excuse me.
Doc: The storm.
Marty: Hey guys, you gotta get back in there and finish the dance.
Starlighter: Hey man, look at Marvin’s hand. He can’t play with his
hands like that, and we
can’t play without him.
Marty: Yeah well look, Marvin, Marvin, you gotta play. See that’s where
they kiss for the first
time on the dance floor. And if there’s no music, they can’t dance, and
if they can’t dance, they
can’t kiss, and if they can’t kiss, they can’t fall in love and I’m
history.
Marvin Barry: Hey man, the dance is over. Unless you know someone else
who could play the
guitar.
Marvin Barry: This is for all you lovers out there.
Loraine: George, aren’t you gonna kiss me?
George: I, I don’t know.
Obnoxious Kid: Scram, McFly.
Starlighter: Hey boy, are you alright?
Marty: I can’t play.
Loraine: George. George.
Marty: George.
George: Excuse me.
Marvin Barry: Yeah man, that was good. Let’s do another one.
Marty: Uh, well, I gotta go.
Marvin Barry: C’mon man, let’s do something that really cooks.
Marty: Something that really cooks. Alright, alright this is an oldie,
but uh, it’s an oldie where I
come from. Alright guys, let’s do some blues riff in b, watch me for the
changes, and uh, try and
keep up, okay.
Boyfriend: Hey George, heard you laid out Biff, nice going.
Girlfriend: George: you ever think of running for class president?
Marvin Barry: John, John, its’ your cousin. Your cousin Marvin Barry,
you know that new
sound you’re lookin for, well listen to this.
Marty: I guess you guys aren’t ready for that yet. But your kids are
gonna love it.
Marty: Loraine.
Loraine: Marty, that was very interesting music.
Marty: Uh, yeah.
Loraine: I hope you don’t mind but George asked if he could take me
home.
Marty: Great good, good, Loraine, I had a feeling about you two.
Loraine: I have a feeling too.
Marty: Listen, I gotta go but I wanted to tell you that it’s been
educational.
Loraine: Marty, will we ever see you again?
Marty: I guarantee it.
George: Well, Marty, I want to thank you for all your good advise, I’ll
never forget it.
Marty: Right, George. Well, good luck you guys. Oh, one other thing, if
you guys ever have
kids and one of them when he’s eight years old, accidentally sets fire
to the living room rug, be
easy on him.
George: Okay.
Loraine: Marty, such a nice name.
Doc: Damn, where is that kid. Damn. Damn damn. You’re late, do you have
no concept of
time?
Marty: Hey c’mon, I had to change, you think I’m going back in that zoot
suit? The old man
really came through it worked.
Doc: What?
Marty: He laid out Biff in one punch. I never knew he had it in him. He
never stood up to Biff in
his life.
Doc: Never?
Marty: No, why, what’s a matter?
Doc: Alright, let’s set your destination time. This is the exact time
you left. I’m gonna send you
back at exactly the same time. It’s be like you never left. Now, I
painted a white line on the
street way over there, that’s where you start from. I’ve calculated the
distance and wind
resistance fresh to active from the moment the lightning strikes, at
exactly 7 minutes and 22
seconds. When this alarm goes off you hit the gas.
Marty: Right.
Doc: Well, I guess that’s everything.
Marty: Thanks.
Doc: Thank you. In about thirty years.
Marty: I hope so.
Doc: Don’t worry. As long as you hit that wire with the connecting hook
at precisely 88 miles
per hour, the instance the lightning strikes the tower, everything will
be fine.
Marty: Right.
Doc: What’s the meaning of this.
Marty: You’ll find out in thirty years.
Doc: It’s about the future, isn’t it?
Marty: Wait a minute.
Doc: It’s information about the future isn’t it. I warned you about this
kid. The consequences
could be disastrous.
Marty: Now that’s a risk you’ll have to take you’re life depends on it.
Doc: No, I refuse to except the responsibility.
Marty: In that case, I’ll tell you strait out.
Doc: Oh, great scott. You get the cable, I’ll throw the rope down to
you.
Marty: Right, I got it.
Doc: Ahh.
Marty: Doc.
Doc: C’mon, c’mon let’s go.
Marty: Alright, take it up, go. Doc.
Doc: Huh?
Marty: I have to tell you about the future.
Doc: Huh?
Marty: I have to tell you about the future.
Doc: Ahh.
Marty: On the night I go back in time, you get- Doc.
Doc: Ohh, no.
Marty: No, Doc.
Doc: Look at the time, you’ve got less than 4 minutes, please hurry.
Marty: Yeah.
Marty: Dammit, Doc, why did you have to tear up that letter? If only I
had more time. Wait a
minute, I got all the time I want I got a time machine, I’ll just go
back and warn him. 10 minutes
oughta do it. Time-circuits on, flux-capacitor fluxing, engine running,
alright. No, no no no no,
c’mon c’mon. C’mon c’mon, here we go, this time. Please, please, c’mon.
Doc: Ahh.
Marty: Doc.
Doc: Yoo.
Red: Crazy drunk drivers.
Marty: Wow, ah Red, you look great. Everything looks great. 1:24, I
still got time. Oh my god.
No, no not again, c’mon, c’mon. Hey. Libyans.
Marty: No, bastards.
Libyan: Go.
Marty: Doc, Doc. Oh, no. You’re alive. Bullet proof vest, how did you
know, I never got a
chance to tell you. About all that talk about screwing up future events,
the space time
continuum.
Doc: Well, I figured, what the hell.
Marty: About how far ahead are you going?
Doc: About 30 years, it’s a nice round number.
Marty: Look me up when you get there, guess I’ll be about 47.
Doc: I will.
Marty: Take care.
Doc: You too.
Marty: Alright, good-bye Einy. Oh, watch that re-entry, it’s a little
bumpy.
Doc: You bet.
Marty: What a nightmare.
Lynda: Oh, if Paul calls me tell him I’m working at the boutique late
tonight.
David: Lynda, first of all, I’m not your answering service. Second of
all, somebody named Greg
or Craig called you just a little while ago.
Lynda: Now which one was it, Greg or Craig?
David: I don’t know, I can’t keep up with all of your boyfriends.
Marty: What the hell is this?
Lynda: Breakfast.
David: What did you sleep in your clothes again last night.
Marty: Yeah, yeah what are you wearing, Dave.
David: Marty, I always wear a suit to the office. You alright?
Marty: Yeah.
Loraine: I think we need a rematch.
George: Oh, oh a rematch, why, were you cheating?
Loraine: No.
George: Hello.
Loraine: Good morning.
Marty: Mom, Dad.
Loraine: Marty, are you alright?
David: Did you hurt your head?
Marty: you guys look great. Mom, you look so thin.
Loraine: Why thank you, Marty. George. Good morning, sleepyhead, Good
morning, Dave,
Lynda
David: Good morning, Mom.
Lynda: Good morning, Mom. Oh, Marty, I almost forgot, Jennifer Parker
called.
Loraine: Oh, I sure like her, Marty, she is such a sweet girl. Isn’t
tonight the night of the big
date?
Marty: What, what, ma?
Loraine: Well, aren’t you going up to the lake tonight, you’ve been
planning it for two weeks.
Marty: Well, ma, we talked about this, we’re not gonna go to the lake,
the car’s wrecked.
George: Wrecked?
David: Wrecked? When did this happen and-
George: Quiet down, I’m sure the car is fine.
David: Why am I always the last one to know about these things.
George: See, there’s Biff out there waxing it right now. Now, Biff, I
wanna make sure that we
get two coats of wax this time, not just one.
Biff: Just finishing up the second coat now.
George: Now Biff, don’t con me.
Biff: I’m, I’m sorry, Mr. McFly, I mean, I was just starting on the
second coat.
George: That Biff, what a character. Always trying to get away with
something. Been on top of
Biff ever since high school. Although, if it wasn’t for him-
Loraine: We never would have fallen in love.
George: That’s right.
Biff: Mr. McFly, Mr. McFly, this just arrived, oh hi Marty. I think it’s
your new book.
Loraine: Ah, honey, your first novel.
George: Like I always told you, if you put your mind to it you could
accomplish anything.
Biff: Oh, oh Marty, here’s you keys. You’re all waxed up, ready for
tonight.
Marty: Keys?
Jennifer: How about a ride, Mister?
Marty: Jennifer, oh are you a sight for sore eyes. Let me look at you.
Jennifer: Marty, you’re acting like you haven’t seen me in a week.
Marty: I haven’t
Jennifer: You okay, is everything alright?
Marty: Aw yeah, everything is great.
Doc: Marty you gotta come back with me.
Marty: Where?
Doc: Back to the future.
Marty: Wait a minute, what are you doing, Doc?
Doc: I need fuel. Go ahead, quick, get in the car.
Marty: No no no, Doc, I just got here, okay, Jennifer’s here, we’re
gonna take the new truck for
a spin.
Doc: Well, bring her along. This concerns her too.
Marty: Wait a minute, Doc. What are you talking about? What happens to
us in the future?
What do we become assholes or something?
Doc: No no no no no, Marty, both you and Jennifer turn out fine. It’s
your kids, Marty,
something has got to be done about your kids.
Marty: Hey, Doc, we better back up, we don’t have enough roads to get up
to 88.
Doc: Roads? Where we’re going we don’t need roads.
THE END
I never understood how Marty’s dad didn’t think his wife had cheated on him with the guy they went to school with, was intricatel in getting them together, who they named their child after and who looks exactly like that guy
Any dumb fuckhole can cut and paste an entire script, especially a piece of shit movie like this.
Please don’t be so mean
She can’t help it, it’s the menopause
Back to the future was a cinematic classic you fucking normie pleb
Radio: October is inventory time. So right now, Statler Toyota is making
the best deals of the year on all 1985 model Toyotas. You won’t find a
better car with a better price with better service anywhere in Hill
Valley…
Television: The Senate is expected to vote on this today. In other news,
officials at The Pacific
Nuclear Research Facility have denied the rumor that the case of missing
plutonium was in fact stolen from their vault two weeks ago. A Libyan
terrorist group had claimed responsibility for the alleged theft,
however, the officials now infer the crepency to a simple clerical
error. The
FBI…
Marty: Hey, Doc? Doc. Hello, anybody home? Einstein, come here, boy.
What’s going on?
Wha- aw, god. Aw, Jesus. Whoa, rock and roll. Yo
Doc: Marty, is that you?
Marty: Hey, hey, Doc, where are you?
Doc: Thank god I found you. Listen, can you meet me at Twin Pines Mall
tonight at 1:15? I’ve made a major breakthrough, I’ll need your
assistance.
Marty: Wait a minute, wait a minute. 1:15 in the morning?
Doc: Yeah.
Marty: What’s going on? Where have you been all week?
Doc: Working.
Marty: Where’s Einstein, is he with you?
Doc: Yeah, he’s right here.
Marty: You know, Doc, you left your equipment on all week.
Doc: My equipment, that reminds me, Marty, you better not hook up to the
amplifier. There’s a slight possibility for overload.
Marty: Yeah, I’ll keep that in mind.
Doc: Good, I’ll see you tonight. Don’t forget, now, 1:15 a.m., Twin
Pines Mall.
Marty: Right.
Doc: Are those my clocks I hear?
Marty: Yeah, it’s 8:00.
Doc: They’re late. My experiment worked. They’re all exactly twenty-five
minutes slow.
Marty: Wait a minute. Wait a minute, Doc. Are you telling me that it’s
8:25?
Doc: Precisely.
Marty: Damn. I’m late for school.
Marty: Hello, Jennifer.
Jennifer: Marty, don’t go this way. Strickland’s looking for you. If
you’re caught it’ll be four tardies in a row.
Jennifer: Alright, c’mon, I think we’re safe.
Marty: Y’know this time it wasn’t my fault. The Doc set all of his
clocks twenty-five minutes slow.
Strickland: Doc? Am I to understand you’re still hanging around with
Doctor Emmett Brown, McFly? Tardy slip for you, Miss Parker. And one for
you McFly I believe that makes four in a row. Now let me give you a
nickle’s worth of advice, young man. This so called Doctor Brown is
dangerous, he’s a real nuttcase. You hang around with him you’re gonna
end up in big trouble.
Marty: Oh yes sir.
Strickland: You got a real attitude problem, McFly. You’re a slacker.
You remind me of you father when he went her, he was a slacker too.
Marty: Can I go now, Mr. Strickland?
Strickland: I noticed you band is on the roster for dance auditions
after school today. Why even bother Mcfly, you haven’t got a chance,
you’re too much like your own man. No McFly ever amounted to anything in
the history of Hill Valley.
Marty: Yeah, well history is gonna change.
Audition Judge: Next, please.
Marty: Alright, we’re the pinheads.
Audition Judge: Okay, that’s enough. Now stop the microphone. I’m sorry
fellas. I’m afraid you’re just too darn loud. Next, please. Where’s the
next group, please.
Election Van: Re-elect Mayor Goldie Wilson. Progress is his middle name.
Marty: I’m too loud. I can’t believe it. I’m never gonna get a chance to
play in front of anybody.
Jennifer: Marty, one rejection isn’t the end of the world.
Marty: Nah, I just don’t think I’m cut out for music.
Jennifer: But you’re good, Marty, you’re really good. And this audition
tape of your is great, you gotta send it in to the record company. It’s
like Doc’s always saying.
Marty: Yeah I know, If you put your mind to it you could accomplish
anything.
Jennifer: That’s good advice, Marty.
Marty: Alright, okay Jennifer. What if I send in the tape and they don’t
like it. I mean, what if they say I’m no good. What if they say, “Get
out of here, kid, you got no future.” I mean, I just don’t think I can
take that kind of rejection. Jesus, I’m beginning to sound like my old
man.
Jennifer: C’mon, he’s not that bad. At least he’s letting you borrow the
car tomorrow night.
Marty: Check out that four by four. That is hot. Someday, Jennifer,
someday. Wouldn’t it be great to take that truck up to the lake. Throw a
couple of sleeping bags in the back. Lie out under the stars.
Jennifer: Stop it.
Marty: What?
Jennifer: Does your mom know about tomorrow night?
Marty: No, get out of town, my mom thinks I’m going camping with the
guys. Well, Jennifer, my mother would freak out if she knew I was going
up there with you. And I get this standard lecture about how she never
did that kind of stuff when she was a kid. Now look, I think she was
born a nun.
Jennifer: She’s just trying to keep you respectable.
Marty: Well, she’s not doing a very good job.
Woman: Save the clock tower, save the clock tower. Mayor Wilson is
sponsoring an initiative to replace that clock. Thirty years ago,
lightning struck that clock tower and the clock hasn’t run since. We at
the Hill Valley Preservation Society think it should be preserved
exactly the way it is as part of our history and heritage.
Marty: Here you go, lady. There’s a quarter.
Woman: Thank you, don’t forget to take a flyer.
Marty: Right.
Woman: Save the clock tower.
Marty: Where were we.
Jennifer: Right about here.
Jennifer’s Dad: Jennifer.
Jennifer: It’s my dad.
Marty: Right.
Jennifer: I’ve gotta go.
Marty: I’ll call you tonight.
Jennifer: I’ll be at my grandma’s. Here, let me give you the number.
Bye.
Marty: Perfect, just perfect.
Biff: I can’t believe you loaned me a car, without telling me it had a
blindspot. I could’ve been
killed.
George: Now, now, Biff, now, I never noticed any blindspot before when I
would drive it. Hi,
son.
Biff: But, what are you blind McFly, it’s there. How else do you explain
that wreck out there?
George: Now, Biff, um, can I assume that your insurance is gonna pay for
the damage?
Biff: My insurance, it’s your car, your insurance should pay for it.
Hey, I wanna know who’s
gonna pay for this? I spilled beer all over it when that car smashed
into me. Who’s gonna pay
my cleaning bill?
George: Uh?
Biff: And where’s my reports?
George: Uh, well, I haven’t finished those up yet, but you know I
figured since they weren’t due
till-
Biff: Hello, hello, anybody home? Think, McFly, think. I gotta have time
to get them re-typed.
Do you realize what would happen if I hand in my reports in your
handwriting. I’ll get fired. You
wouldn’t want that to happen would you? Would you?
George: Of course not, Biff, now I wouldn’t want that to happen. Now,
uh, I’ll finish those
reports up tonight, and I’ll run em them on over first thing tomorrow,
alright?
Biff: Hey, not too early I sleep in on Saturday. Oh, McFly, your shoe’s
untied. Don’t be so
gullible, McFly. You got the place fixed up nice, McFly. I have you’re
car towed all the way to
your house and all you’ve got for me is light beer. What are you looking
at, butthead. Say hi to
your mom for me.
George: I know what you’re gonna say, son, and you’re right, you’re
right, But Biff just happens
to be my supervisor, and I’m afraid I’m not very good at confrontations.
Marty: The car, Dad, I mean He wrecked it, totaled it. I needed that car
tomorrow night, Dad, I
mean do you have any idea how important this was, do you have any clue?
George: I know, and all I could say is I’m sorry.
George: Believe me, Marty, you’re better off not having to worry about
all the aggravation and
headaches of playing at that dance.
David: He’s absolutely right, Marty. the last thing you need is
headaches.
Lorraine: Kids, we’re gonna have to eat this cake by ourselves, Uncle
Joey didn’t make parole
again. I think it would be nice, if you all dropped him a line.
Marty: Uncle Jailbird Joey?
David: He’s your brother, Mom.
Linda: Yeah, I think it’s a major embarrassment having an uncle in
prison.
Loraine: We all make mistakes in life, children
David: God dammit, I’m late.
Lorraine: David, watch your mouth. You come here and kiss your mother
before you go, come
here.
David: C’mon, Mom, make it fast, I’ll miss my bus. Hey see you tonight,
Pop. Woo, time to
change that oil.
Linda: Hey Marty, I’m not your answering service, but you’re outside
pouting about the car,
Jennifer Parker called you twice.
Lorraine: I don’t like her, Marty. Any girl who calls a boy is just
asking for trouble.
Linda: Oh Mom, there’s nothing wrong with calling a boy.
Lorraine: I think it’s terrible. Girls chasing boys. When I was your age
I never chased a boy, or
called a boy, or sat in a parked car with a boy.
Linda: Then how am I supposed to ever meet anybody.
Lorraine: Well, it will just happen. Like the way I met your father.
Linda: That was so stupid, Grandpa hit him with the car.
Lorraine: It was meant to be. Anyway, if Grandpa hadn’t hit him, then
none of you would have
been born.
Linda: Yeah, well, I still don’t understand what Dad was doing in the
middle of the street.
Lorraine: What was it, George, bird watching?
George: What Lorraine, what?
Lorraine: Anyway, Grandpa hit him with the car and brought him into the
house. He seemed
so helpless, like a little lost puppy, my heart just went out for him.
Linda: Yeah Mom, we know, you’ve told us this story a million times. You
felt sorry for him so
you decided to go with him to The Fish Under The Sea Dance.
Lorraine: No, it was The Enchantment Under The Sea Dance. Our first
date. It was the night
of that terrible thunderstorm, remember George? Your father kissed me
for the very first time
on that dance floor. It was then I realized I was going to spend the
rest of my life with him.
Marty: Hello.
Doc: Marty, you didn’t fall asleep, did you?
Marty: Uh Doc, uh no. No, don’t be silly.
Doc: Listen, this is very important, I forgot my video camera, could you
stop by my place and
pick it up on your way to the mall?
Marty: Um, yeah, I’m on my way.
Marty: Einstein, hey Einstein, where’s the Doc, boy, huh? Doc
Doc: Marty, you made it.
Marty: Yeah.
Doc: Welcome to my latest experiment. It’s the one I’ve been waiting for
all my life.
Marty: Um, well it’s a deloreon, right?
Doc: Bare with me, Marty, all of your questions will be answered. Roll
tape, we’ll proceed.
Marty: Doc, is that a de-
Doc: Never mind that now, never mind that now.
Marty: Alright, I’m ready.
Doc: Good evening, I’m Doctor Emmett Brown. I’m standing on the parking
lot of Twin Pines
Mall. It’s Saturday morning, October 26, 1985, 1:18 a.m. and this is
temporal experiment
number one. C’mon, Einy, hey hey boy, get in there, that a boy, in you
go, get down, that’s it.
Marty: Whoa, whoa, okay.
Doc: Please note that Einstein’s clock is in complete synchronization
with my control watch.
Marty: Right check, Doc.
Doc: Good. Have a good trip Einstein, watch your head.
Marty: You have this thing hooked up to the car?
Doc: Watch this. Not me, the car, the car. My calculations are correct,
when this baby hits
eighty-eight miles per hour, your gonna see some serious shit. Watch
this, watch this. Ha,
what did I tell you, eighty-eight miles per hour. The temporal
displacement occurred at exactly
1:20 a.m. and zero seconds.
Marty: Hot, Jesus Christ, Doc. Jesus Christ, Doc, you disintegrated
Einstein.
Doc: Calm down, Marty, I didn’t disintegrate anything. The molecular
structure of Einstein and
the car are completely intact.
Marty: Where the hell are they.
Doc: The appropriate question is, weren’t the hell are they. Einstein
has just become the
world’s first time traveler. I sent him into the future. One minute into
the future to be exact.
And at exactly 1:21 a.m. we should cat h up with him and the time
machine.
Marty: Wait a minute, wait a minute, Doc, are you telling me that you
built a time machine out of
a deloreon.
Doc: The way I see it, if you’re gonna build a time machine into a car
why not do it with some
style. Besides, the stainless, steel construction made the flux
dispersal- look out.
Marty: What, what is it hot?
Doc: It’s cold, damn cold. Ha, ha, ha, Einstein, you little devil.
Einstein’s clock is exactly one
minute behind mine, it’s still ticking.
Marty: He’s alright.
Doc: He’s fine, and he’s completely unaware that anything happened. As
far as he’s concerned
the trip was instantaneous. That’s why Einstein’s watch is exactly one
minute behind mine. He
skipped over that minute to instantly arrive at this moment in time.
Come here, I’ll show you
how it works. First, you turn the time circuits on. This readout tell
you where you’re going, this
one tells you where you are, this one tells you where you were. You
imput the destination time
on this keypad. Say, you wanna see the signing of the declaration of
independence, or witness
the birth or Christ. Here’s a red-letter date in the history of science,
November 5, 1955. Yes, of
course, November 5, 1955.
Marty: What, I don’t get what happened.
Doc: That was the day I invented time travel. I remember it vividly. I
was standing on the edge
of my toilet hanging a clock, the porces was wet, I slipped, hit my head
on the edge of the sink.
And when I came to I had a revelation, a picture, a picture in my head,
a picture of this. This is
what makes time travel possible. The flux capacitor.
Marty: The flux capacitor.
Doc: It’s taken me almost thirty years and my entire family fortune to
realize the vision of that
day, my god has it been that long. Things have certainly changed around
here. I remember
when this was all farmland as far as the eye could see. Old man Peabody,
owned all of this.
He had this crazy idea about breeding pine trees.
Marty: This is uh, this is heavy duty, Doc, this is great. Uh, does it
run on regular unleaded
gasoline?
Doc: Unfortunately no, it requires something with a little more kick,
plutonium.
Marty: Uh, plutonium, wait a minute, are you telling me that this
sucker’s nuclear?
Doc: Hey, hey, keep rolling, keep rolling there. No, no, no, no, this
sucker’s electrical. But I
need a nuclear reaction to generate the one point twenty-one gigawatts
of electricity that I need.
Marty: Doc, you don’t just walk into a store and ask for plutonium. Did
you rip this off?
Doc: Of course, from a group of Libyan Nationalists. They wanted me to
build them a bomb, so
I took their plutonium and in turn gave them a shiny bomb case full of
used pinball machine
parts.
Marty: Jesus.
Doc: Let’s get you into a radiation suit, we must prepare to reload.
Doc: Safe now, everything’s let lined. Don’t you lose those tapes now,
we’ll need a record.
Wup, wup, I almost forgot my luggage. Who knows if they’ve got cotton
underwear in the
future. I’m allergic to all synthetics.
Marty: The future, it’s where you’re going?
Doc: That’s right, twenty five years into the future. I’ve always
dreamed on seeing the future,
looking beyond my years, seeing the progress of mankind. I’ll also be
able to see who wins the
next twenty-five world series.
Marty: Uh, Doc.
Doc: Huh?
Marty: Uh, look me up when you get there.
Doc: Indeed I will, roll em. I, Doctor Emmett Brown, am about to embark
on an historic journey.
What have I been thinking of, I almost forgot to bring some extra
plutonium. How did I ever
expect to get back, one pallet one trip I must be out of my mind. What
is it Einy? Oh my god,
they found me, I don’t know how but they found me. Run for it, Marty.
Marty: Who, who?
Doc: Who do you think, the Libyans.
Marty: Holy shit.
Doc: Unroll their fire.
Marty: Doc, wait. No, bastards.
Libyan: Go. Go.
Marty: C’mon, more, dammit. Jeez. Holy shit. Let’s see if you bastards
can do ninety.
Marty: Ahh. Ahh.
Mother: Pa, what is it? What is it, Pa?
Father: Looks like a airplane, without wings.
Son: That ain’t no airplane, look.
Mother & Father: Ahh.
Father: Children.
Marty: Listen, woh. Hello, uh excuse me. Sorry about your barn.
Son: It’s already mutated intro human form, shoot it.
Father: Take that you mutated son-of-a-bitch. My pine, why you. You
space bastard, you killed
a pine.
Marty: Alright, alright, okay McFly, get a grip on yourself. It’s all a
dream. Just a very intense
dream. Woh, hey, listen, you gotta help me.
Passenger: Don’t stop, Wilbert, drive.
Marty: Can’t be. This is nuts. Aw, c’mon.
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Marty: this has gotta be a dream.
Lou: Hey kid, what you do, jump ship?
Marty: What?
Lou: What’s with the life preserver?
Marty: I just wanna use the phone.
Lou: Yeah, it’s in the back.
Marty: Brown, Brown, Brown, Brown, Brown, great, you’re alive. Do you
know where 1640
Riverside-
Lou: Are you gonna order something, kid?
Marty: Yeah, gimme a Tab.
Lou: Tab? I can’t give you a tab unless you order something.
Marty: Right, gimme a Pepsi free.
Lou: You wanna a Pepsi, pall, you’re gonna pay for it.
Marty: Well just gimme something without any sugar in it, okay?
Lou: Without any sugar.
Biff: Hey McFly, what do you think you’re doing.
Marty: Biff.
Biff: Hey I’m talking to you, McFly, you Irish bug.
George: Oh hey, Biff, hey, guys, how are you doing?
Biff: Yeah, you got my homework finished, McFly?
George: Uh, well, actually, I figured since it wasn’t due till Monday-
Biff: Hello, hello, anybody home? Think, McFly, think. I gotta have time
to recopy it. Do your
realize what would happen if I hand in my homework in your handwriting?
I’d get kicked out of
school. You wouldn’t want that to happen would you, would you?
George: Now, of course not, Biff, now, I wouldn’t want that to happen.
Biff: Uh, no, no, no, no. What are you looking at, butt-head?
Skinhead: Hey Biff, check out this guy’s life preserver, dork thinks
he’s gonna drown.
Biff: Yeah, well, how about my homework, McFly?
George: Uh, well, okay Biff, uh, I’ll finish that on up tonight and I’ll
bring it over first thing
tomorrow morning.
Biff: Hey not too early I sleep in Sunday’s, hey McFly, you’re shoe’s
untied, don’t be so gullible,
McFly.
George: Okay.
Biff: I don’t wanna see you in here again.
George: Yeah, alright, bye-bye. What?
Marty: You’re George McFly.
George: Yeah, who are you?
Goldie: Say, why do you let those boys push you around like that?
George: Well, they’re bigger than me.
Goldie: Stand tall, boy, have some respect for yourself. Don’t you know
that if you let people
walk all over you know, they’ll be walking all over you for the rest of
your life? Listen to me, do
you think I’m gonna spend the rest of my life in this slop house?
Lou: Watch it, Goldie.
Goldie: No sir, I’m gonna make something out of myself, I’m going to
night school and one day
I’m gonna be somebody.
Marty: That’s right, he’s gonna be mayor.
Goldie: Yeah, I’m- mayor. Now that’s a good idea. I could run for mayor.
Lou: A colored mayor, that’ll be the day.
Goldie: You wait and see, Mr. Caruthers, I will be mayor and I’ll be the
most powerful mayor in
the history of Hill Valley, and I’m gonna clean up this town.
Lou: Good, you could start by sweeping the floor.
Goldie: Mayor Goldie Wilson, I like the sound of that.
Marty: Hey Dad, George, hey, you on the bike.
Marty: He’s a peeping tom. Dad.
Sam: Hey wait, wait a minute, who are you? Stella, another one of these
damn kids jumped in
front of my car. Come on out here, help me take him in the house.
Marty: Mom, is that you?
Lorraine: There, there, now, just relax. You’ve been asleep for almost
nine hours now.
Marty: I had a horrible nightmare, dreamed I went back in time, it was
terrible.
Lorraine: Well, safe and sound, now, n good old 1955.
Marty: 1955? You’re my ma- you’re my ma.
Lorraine: My name’s Lorraine, Lorraine Baines.
Marty: Yeah, but you’re uh, you’re so, you’re so thin.
Lorraine: Just relax now Calvin, you’ve got a big bruise on you’re head.
Marty: Ah, where’re my pants?
Lorraine: Over there, on my hope chest. I’ve never seen purple underwear
before, Calvin.
Marty: Calvin, why do you keep calling me Calvin?
Lorraine: Well that’s your name, isn’t it? Calvin Klein. it’s written
all over your underwear. Oh,
I guess they call you Cal, huh?
Marty: Actually, people call me Marty.
Lorraine: Oh, pleased to meet you, Calvin Marty Klein. Do you mind if I
sit here?
Marty: No, fine, no , good, fine, good.
Lorraine: That’s a big bruise you have there.
Marty: Ah.
Stella: Lorraine, are you up there?
Lorraine: My god, it’s my mother. Put your pants back on.
Stella: So tell me, Marty, how long have you been in port?
Marty: Excuse me.
Stella: Yeah, I guessed you’re a sailor, aren’t you, that’s why you wear
that life preserver.
Marty: Uh, coast guard.
Stella: Sam, here’s the young man you hit with your car out there. He’s
alright, thank god.
Sam: What were you doing in the middle of the street, a kid your age.
Stella: Don’t pay any attention to him, he’s in one of his moods. Sam,
quit fiddling with that
thing, come in here to dinner. Now let’s see, you already know Lorraine,
this is Milton, this is
Sally, that’s Toby, and over there in the playpen is little baby Joey.
Marty: So you’re my Uncle Joey. Better get used to these bars, kid.
Stella: yes, Joey just loves being in his playpen. he cries whenever we
take him out so we just
leave him in there all the time. Well Marty, I hope you like meatloaf.
Marty: Well, uh, listen, uh, I really-
Lorraine: Sit here, Marty.
Stella: Sam, quit fiddling with that thing and come in here and eat your
dinner.
Sam: Ho ho ho, look at it roll. Now we could watch Jackie Gleason while
we eat.
Lorraine: Our first television set, Dad just picked it up today. Do you
have a television?
Marty: Well yeah, you know we have two of them.
Milton: Wow, you must be rich.
Stella: Oh honey, he’s teasing you, nobody has two television sets.
Marty: Hey, hey, I’ve seen this one, I’ve seen this one. This is a
classic, this is where Ralph
dresses up as the man from space.
Milton: What do you mean you’ve seen this, it’s brand new.
Marty: Yeah well, I saw it on a rerun.
Milton: What’s a rerun?
Marty: You’ll find out.
Stella: You know Marty, you look so familiar, do I know your mother?
Marty: Yeah, I think maybe you do.
Stella: Oh, then I wanna give her a call, I don’t want her to worry
about you.
Marty: You can’t, uh, that is, uh, nobody’s home.
Stella: Oh.
Marty: Yet.
Stella: Oh.
Marty: Uh listen, do you know where Riverside Drive is?
Sam: It’s uh, the other end of town, a block past Maple.
Marty: A block passed Maple, that’s John F. Kennedy Drive.
Sam: Who the hell is John F. Kennedy?
Lorraine: Mother, with Marty’s parents out of town, don’t you think he
oughta spend the night,
after all, Dad almost killed him with the car.
Stella: That’s true, Marty, I think you should spend the night. I think
you’re our responsibility.
Marty: Well gee, I don’t know.
Lorraine: And he could sleep in my room.
Marty: I gotta go, uh, I gotta go. Thanks very much, it was wonderful,
you were all great. See
you all later, much later.
Stella: He’s a very strange young man.
Sam: he’s an idiot, comes from upbringing, parents were probably idiots
too. Lorraine, if you
ever have a kid like that, I’ll disown you.
Marty: Doc?
Doc: Don’t say a word.
Marty: Doc.
Doc: I don’t wanna know your name. I don’t wanna know anything anything
about you.
Marty: Listen, Doc.
Doc: Quiet.
Marty: Doc, Doc, it’s me, Marty.
Doc: Don’t tell me anything.
Marty: Doc, you gotta help-
Doc: Quiet, quiet. I’m gonna read your thoughts. Let’s see now, you’ve
come from a great
distance?
Marty: Yeah, exactly.
Doc: Don’t tell me. Uh, you want me to buy a subscription to the
Saturday Evening Post?
Marty: No.
Doc: Not a word, not a word, not a word now. Quiet, uh, donations, you
want me to make a
donation to the coast guard youth auxiliary?
Marty: Doc, I’m from the future. I came here in a time machine that you
invented. Now, I need
your help to get back to the year 1985.
Doc: My god, do you know what this means? It means that this damn thing
doesn’t work at all.
Marty: Doc, you gotta help me. you were the only one who knows how your
time machine
works.
Doc: Time machine, I haven’t invented any time machine.
Marty: Okay, alright, I’ll prove it to you. Look at my driver’s license,
expires 1987. Look at my
birthday, for crying out load I haven’t even been born yet. And, look at
this picture, my brother,
my sister, and me. Look at the sweatshirt, Doc, class of 1984.
Doc: Pretty Mediocre photographic fakery, they cut off your brother’s
hair.
Marty: I’m telling the truth, Doc, you gotta believe me.
Doc: So tell me, future boy, who’s president of the United States in
1985?
Marty: Ronald Reagon.
Doc: Ronald Reagon, the actor? Then who’s vice president, Jerry Lewis? I
suppose Jane
Wymann is the first lady.
Marty: Whoa, wait, Doc.
Doc: And Jack Benny is secretary of the Treasury.
Marty: Look, you gotta listen to me.
Doc: I got enough practical jokes for one evening. Good night, future
boy.
Marty: No wait, Doc, the bruise, the bruise on your head, I know how
that happened, you told
me the whole story. you were standing on your toilet and you were
hanging a clock, and you
fell, and you hit your head on the sink, and that’s when you came up
with the idea for the flux
capacitor, which makes time travel possible.
Marty: Something wrong with the starter, so I hid it.
Doc: After I fell off my toilet, I drew this.
Marty: Flux capacitor.
Doc: It works, ha ha ha ha, it works. I finally invent something that
works.
Marty: Bet your ass it works.
Doc: Well, now we gotta sneak this back into my laboratory, we’ve gotta
get you home.
Marty: Okay Doc, this is it.
TV Doc: Never mind that, never mind that now, never mind that, never
mind-
Doc: Why that’s me, look at me, I’m an old man.
TV Doc: Good evening, I’m Doctor Emmet Brown, I’m standing here on the
parking lot of-
Doc: Thank god I still got my hair. What on Earth is that thing I’m
wearing?
Marty: Well, this is a radiation suit.
Doc: Radiation suit, of course, cause all of the fall out from the
atomic wars. This is truly
amazing, a portable television studio. No wonder your president has to
be an actor, he’s gotta
look good on television.
Marty: whoa, this is it, this is the part coming up, Doc.
TV Doc: No no no this sucker’s electrical, but I need a nuclear reaction
to generate the one point
twenty-one gigawatts of electricity-
Doc: What did I just say?
TV Doc: No no no this sucker’s electrical, but I need a nuclear reaction
to generate the one point
twenty-one gigawatts of electricity that I need.
Doc: One point twenty-one gigawatts. One point twenty-one gigawatts.
Great Scott.
Marty: What the hell is a gigawatt?
Doc: How could I have been so careless. One point twenty-one gigawatts.
Tom, how am I
gonna generate that kind of power, it can’t be done, it can’t.
Marty: Doc, look, all we need is a little plutonium.
Doc: I’m sure that in 1985, plutonium is available at every corner drug
store, but in 1955, it’s a
little hard to come by. Marty, I’m sorry, but I’m afraid you’re stuck
here.
Marty: whoa, whoa Doc, stuck here, I can’t be stuck here, I got a life
in 1985. I got a girl.
Doc: Is she pretty?
Marty: Doc, she’s beautiful. She’s crazy about me. Look at this, look
what she wrote me, Doc.
That says it all. Doc, you’re my only hope.
Doc: Marty, I’m sorry, but the only power source capable of generating
one point twenty-one
gigawatts of electricity is a bolt of lightning.
Marty: What did you say?
Doc: A bolt of lightning, unfortunately, you never know when or where
it’s ever gonna strike.
Marty: We do now.
Doc: This is it. This is the answer. It says here that a bolt of
lightning is gonna strike the clock
tower precisely at 10:04 p.m. next Saturday night. If we could somehow
harness this bolt of
lightning, channel it into the flux capacitor, it just might work. Next
Saturday night, we’re
sending you back to the future.
Marty: Okay, alright, Saturday is good, Saturday’s good, I could spend a
week in 1955. I could
hang out, you could show me around.
Doc: Marty, that’s completely out of the question, you must not leave
this house. you must not
see anybody or talk to anybody. Anything you do could have serious
reprocautions on future
events. Do you understand?
Marty: Yeah, sure, okay.
Doc: Marty, you interacted with anybody else today, besides me?
Marty: Um, yeah well I might have sort of ran into my parents.
Doc: Great Scott. Let me see that photograph again of your brother. Just
as I thought, this
proves my theory, look at your brother.
Marty: His head’s gone, it’s like it’s been erased.
Doc: Erased from existence.
Marty: Whoa, they really cleaned this place up, looks brand new.
Doc: Now remember, according to my theory you interfered with with your
parent’s first
meeting. They don’t meet, they don’t fall in love, they won’t get
married and they wont have
kids. That’s why your older brother’s disappeared from that photograph.
Your sister will follow
and unless you repair the damages, you will be next.
Marty: This sounds pretty heavy.
Doc: Weight has nothing to do with it.
Doc: Which one’s your pop?
Marty: That’s him.
George: Okay, okay you guys, oh ha ha ha very funny. Hey you guys are
being real mature.
Doc: Maybe you were adopted.
George: Okay, real mature guys. Okay, Biff, will you pick up my books?
Strickland: McFly.
Marty: That’s Strickland. Jesus, didn’t that guy ever have hair?
Strickland: Shape up, man. You’re a slacker. You wanna be a slacker for
the rest of your life?
George: No.
Doc: What did your mother ever see in that kid?
Marty: I don’t know, Doc, I guess she felt sorry for him cause her did
hit him with the car, hit me
with the car.
Doc: That’s a Florence Nightingale effect. It happens in hospitals when
nurses fall in love with
their patients. Go to it, kid.
Marty: Hey George, buddy, hey, I’ve been looking all over for you. You
remember me, the guy
who saved your life the other day.
George: Yeah.
Marty: Good, there’s somebody I’d like you to meet. Loraine.
Loraine: Calvin.
Marty: I’d like you to meet my good friend George McFly.
George: Hi, it’s really a pleasure to meet you.
Loraine: How’s your head?
Marty: Well uh, good, fine.
Loraine: Oh, I’ve been so worried about you ever since you ran off the
other night. Are you
okay? I’m sorry I have to go. Isn’t he a dream boat?
Marty: Doc, she didn’t even look at him.
Doc: This is more serious than I thought. Apparently your mother is
amorously infatuated with
you instead of your father.
Marty: Whoa, wait a minute, Doc, are you telling me that my mother has
got the hots for me?
Doc: Precisely.
Marty: Whoa, this is heavy.
Doc: There’s that word again, heavy. Why are things so heavy in the
future. Is there a
problem with the Earth’s gravitational pull?
Marty: What?
Doc: The only way we’re gonna get those two to successfully meet is if
they’re alone together.
So you’ve got to get your father and mother to interact at some sort of
social-
Marty: What, well you mean like a date?
Doc: Right.
Marty: What kind of date? I don’t know, what do kids do in the fifties?
Doc: Well, they’re your parents, you must know them. What are there
common interests.
What do they like to do together?
Marty: Nothing.
Doc: Look, there’s a rhythmic ceremonial ritual coming up.
Marty: Of course, the Enchantment Under The Sea Dance they’re supposed
to go to this, that’s
where they kiss for the first time.
Doc: Alright kid, you stick to your father like glue and make sure that
he takes her to the dance.
Marty: George, buddy. remember that girl I introduced you to, Loraine.
What are you writing?
George: Uh, stories, science fiction stories, about visitors coming down
to Earth from another
planet.
Marty: Get out of town, I didn’t know you did anything creative. Ah, let
me read some.
George: Oh, no no no, I never uh, I never let anybody read my stories.
Marty: Why not?
George: Well, what if they didn’t like them, what if they told me I was
no good. I guess that
would be pretty hard for somebody to understand.
Marty: Uh no, not hard at all. So anyway, George, now Loraine, she
really likes you. She told
me to tell you that she wants you to ask her to the Enchantment Under
The Sea Dance.
George: Really.
Marty: oh yeah, all you gotta do is go over there and ask her.
George: What, right here right now in the cafeteria? What is she said
no? I don’t know if I
could take that kind of rejection. Besides, I think she’d rather go with
somebody else.
Marty: Who?
George: Biff.
Biff: C’mon, c’mon.
Loraine: Leave me alone.
Biff: You want it, you know you want it, and you know you want me to
give it to you.
Loraine: Shut your filthy mouth, I’m not that kind of girl.
Biff: Well maybe you are and you just don’t know it yet.
Loraine: Get your meat hooks off of me.
Marty: You heard her she said get your meat hooks, off, uh please.
Biff: So what’s it to you, butthead. You know you’ve been looking for a,
since you’re new here,
I’m gonna cut you a break, today. So why don’t you make like a tree, and
get out of here.
Marty: George.
George: Why do you keep following me around?
Marty: Look, George, I’m telling you George, if you do not ask Loraine
to that dance, I’m gonna
regret it for the rest of my life.
George: But I can’t go to the dance, I’ll miss my favorite television
program, Science Fiction
Theater.
Marty: Yeah but George, Loraine wants to go with you. Give her a break.
George: Look, I’m just not ready to ask Loraine out to the dance, and
not you, nor anybody else
on this planet is gonna make me change my mind.
Marty: Science Fiction Theater.
George: Who are you?
Marty: Silence Earthling. my name is Darth Vader. I’m am an
extra-terrestrial from the planet
Vulcan.
George: Marty. Marty. Marty.
Marty: Hey, George, buddy, you weren’t at school, what have you been
doing all day?
George: I over slept, look I need your help. I have to ask Loraine out
but I don’t know how to
do it. I have to ask Loraine out but I don’t know how to do it.
Marty: Alright, okay listen, keep your pants on, she’s over in the caf�.
God, how do you do
this? What made you change your mind, George?
George: Last night, Darth Vader came down from planet Vulcan. And he
told me that if I didn’t
take Loraine, that he’d melt my brain.
Marty: Yeah, well uh, lets keep this brain melting stuff to ourselves,
okay?
George: Oh, yeah, yeah.
Marty: Alright, okay. Alright, there she is, George. Just go in there
and invite her.
George: Okay, but I don’t know what to say.
Marty: Just say anything, George, say what ever’s natural, the first
thing that comes to your
mind.
George: Nothing’s coming to my mind.
Marty: Jesus, George, it’s a wonder I was ever born.
George: What, what?
Marty: Nothing, nothing, nothing, look tell her destiny has brought you
together, tell her that
she’s the most beautiful you have ever seen. Girls like that stuff.
What, what are you doing
George?
George: I’m writing this down, this is good stuff.
Marty: Yeah okay.
George: Oh.
Marty: Let’s go.
George: Oh.
Marty: Will you take care of that?
George: Right. Lou, gimme a milk, chocolate. Loraine, my density has
popped me to you.
Loraine: What?
George: Oh, what I meant to day was-
Loraine: Hey, don’t I know you from somewhere?
George: Yes, yes, I’m George, George McFly, and I’m your density. I
mean, I’m your destiny.
Loraine: Oh.
Biff: Hey, McFly, I thought I told you never to come in here. Well it’s
gonna cost you. How
much money you got on you?
George: Well, Biff.
Biff: Alright, punk, now-
Marty: Whoa, whoa, Biff, what’s that?
Loraine: That’s Calvin Klein, oh my god, he’s a dream.
Marty: Whoa, whoa, kid, kid, stop, stop, stop, stop.
Kid: Hey.
Marty: I’ll get it back to you, alright?
Kid: You broke it. Wow, look at him go.
Biff: Let’s get him.
Girl: What’s that thing he’s on?
Boy: It’s a board with wheels.
Loraine: He’s an absolute dream.
Marty: Ah. Whoa.
Biff: I’m gonna ram him.
Biff, Matches, 3-D, & Skinhead: Shit.
Marty: Thanks a lot, kid.
Biff: I’m gonna get that son-of-a-bitch.
Girlfriend #1: Where does he come from?
Girlfriend #2: Yeah, where does he live?
Loraine: I don’t know, but I’m gonna find out.
Doc: My god, they found me. I don’t know how but they found me. Run for
it, Marty. My god,
they found me. I don’t know how but they found me. Run for it, Marty.
Marty: Doc.
Doc: Oh, hi , Marty. I didn’t hear you come in. Fascinating device, this
video unit.
Marty: Listen, Doc, you know there’s something I haven’t told you about
the night we made that
tape.
Doc: Please, Marty, don’t tell me, no man should know too much about
their own destiny.
Marty: You don’t understand.
Doc: I do understand. If I know too much about my own future I could
endanger my own
existence, just as you endangered yours.
Marty: Your, your right.
Doc: Let me show you my plan for sending you home. Please excuse the
crudity of this model,
I didn’t have time to build it to scale or to paint it.
Marty: Its good.
Doc: Oh, thank you, thank you. Okay now, we run some industrial strength
electrical cable
from the top of the clocktower down to spreading it over the street
between two lamp posts.
Meanwhile, we out-fitted the vehicle with this big pole and hook which
runs directly into the
flux-capacitor. At the calculated moment, you start off from down the
street driving toward the
cable execrating to eighty-eight miles per hour. According to the flyer,
at !0:04 pm lightning will
strike the clocktower sending one point twenty-one gigawatts into the
flux-capacitor, sending
you back to 1985. Alright now, watch this. You wind up the car and
release it, I’ll simulate the
lightening. Ready, set, release. Huhh.
Marty: You extol me with a lot of confidence, Doc.
Doc: Don’t worry, I’ll take care of the lightning, you take care of your
pop. By the way, what
happened today, did he ask her out?
Marty: Uh, I think so.
Doc: What did she say? It’s your mom, she’s tracked you down. Quick,
let’s cover the time
machine.
Loraine: Hi, Marty.
Marty: Uh, Loraine. How did you know I was here?
Loraine: I followed you.
Marty: Oh, uh, this is my Doc, Uncle, Brown.
Loraine: Hi.
Marty: Hello.
Loraine: Marty, this may seem a little foreward, but I was wondering if
you would ask me to the
Enchantment Under The Sea Dance on Saturday.
Marty: Uh, you mean nobody’s asked you?
Loraine: No, not yet.
Marty: What about George?
Loraine: George McFly? Oh, he’s kinda cute and all, but, well, I think a
man should be strong,
so he could stand up for himself, and protect the woman he loves. Don’t
you?
Marty: Yeah.
George: I still don’t understand, how am I supposed to go to the dance
with her, if she’s already
going to the dance with you.
Marty: Cause, George, she wants to go to the dance with you, she just
doesn’t know it yet.
That’s why we got to show her that you, George McFly, are a fighter.
You’re somebody who’s
gonna stand up for yourself, someone who’s gonna protect her.
George: Yeah, but I never picked a fight in my entire life.
Marty: Your not gonna be picking a fight, Dad, dad dad daddy-o. You’re
coming to a rescue,
right? Okay, let’s go over the plan again. 8:55, where are you gonna be.
George: I’m gonna be at the dance.
Marty: Right, and where am I gonna be?
George: You’re gonna be in the car with her.
Marty: Right, okay, so right around 9:00 she’s gonna get very angry with
me.
George: Why is she gonna get angry with you?
Marty: Well, because George, nice girls get angry when guys take
advantage of them.
George: Ho, you mean you’re gonna touch her on her-
Marty: No, no, George, look, it’s just an act, right? Okay, so 9:00
you’re strolling through the
parking lot, you see us struggling in the car, you walk up, you open the
door and you say, your
line, George.
George: Oh, uh, hey you, get your damn hands off her. Do you really
think I oughta swear?
Marty: Yes, definitely, god-dammit George, swear. Okay, so now, you come
up, you punch me
in the stomach, I’m out for the count, right? And you and Loraine live
happily ever after.
George: Oh, you make it sound so easy. I just, I wish I wasn’t so
scared.
Marty: George, there’s nothing to be scared of. All it takes is a little
self confidence. You know,
if you put your mind to it, you could accomplish anything.
Radio: This Saturday night, mostly clear, with some scattered clouds.
Lows in the upper
forties.
Doc: Are you sure about this storm?
Marty: When could weathermen predict the weather, let alone the future.
Doc: You know Marty, I’m gonna be very sad to see you go. You’ve really
mad a difference in
my life, you’ve given me something to shoot for. Just knowing, that I’m
gonna be around to se
1985, that I’m gonna succeed in this. That I’m gonna have a chance to
travel through time. It’s
going to be really hard waiting 30 years before I could talk to you
about everything that’s
happened in the past few days. I’m really gonna miss you, Marty.
Marty: I’m really gonna miss you. Doc, about the future-
Doc: No, Marty, we’ve already agreed that having information about the
future could be
extremely dangerous. Even if your intentions are good, they could
backfire drastically.
Whatever you’ve got to tell me I’ll find out through the natural course
of time.
Marty: Dear Doctor Brown, on the night that I go back in time, you will
be shot by terrorists.
Please take whatever precautions are necessary to prevent this terrible
disaster. Your friend,
Marty.
Cop: Evening, Doctor Brown, what’s with the wire?
Doc: Oh, just a little weather experiment.
Cop: What you got under here?
Doc: Oh no, don’t touch that. That’s some new specialized weather
sensing equipment.
Cop: You got a permit for that?
Doc: Of course I do. Just a second, let’s see if I could find it.
Marty: Do you mind if we park for a while?
Loraine: That’s a great idea. I’d love to park.
Marty: Huh?
Loraine: Well, Marty, I’m almost eighteen-years-old, it’s not like I’ve
never parked before.
Marty: What?
Loraine: Marty, you seem so nervous, is something wrong?
Marty: No no. Loraine, Loraine, what are you doing?
Loraine: I swiped it from the old lady’s liquor cabinet.
Marty: Yeah well, you shouldn’t drink.
Loraine: Why not?
Marty: Because, you might regret it later in life.
Loraine: Marty, don’t be such a square. Everybody who’s anybody drinks.
Marty: Jesus, you smoke too?
Loraine: Marty, you’re beginning to sound just like my mother.
Marvin Barry: We’re gonna take a little break but we’ll be back in a
while so, don’t nobody go
no where.
Loraine: Marty, why are you so nervous?
Marty: Loraine, have you ever, uh, been in a situation where you know
you had to act a certain
way but when you got there, you didn’t know if you could go through with
it?
Loraine: Oh, you mean how you’re supposed to act on a first date.
Marty: Ah well, sort of.
Loraine: I think I know exactly what you mean.
Marty: You do?
Loraine: You know what I do in those situations?
Marty: What?
Loraine: I don’t worry. this is all wrong. I don’t know what it is but
when I kiss you, it’s like
kissing my brother. I guess that doesn’t make any sense, does it?
Marty: Well, you mean, it makes perfect sense.
Biff: You cost three-hundred buck damage to my car, you son-of-a-bitch.
And I’m gonna take it
out of your ass. Hold him.
Loraine: Let him go, Biff, you’re drunk.
Biff: Well looky what we have here. No no no, you’re staying right here
with me.
Loraine: Stop it.
Biff: C’mon.
Loraine: Stop it.
Biff: C’mon.
Marty: Leave her alone, you bastard.
Biff: You guys, take him in back and I’ll be right there. Well c’mon,
this ain’t no peep show.
Skinhead: Let’s put him in there.
3-D: Yeah.
Skinhead: That’s for messing up my hair.
Starlighter: The hell you doing to my car?
3-D: Hey beat it, spook, this don’t concern you.
Marvin Barry: Who are you calling spook, pecker-wood.
Skinhead: Hey, hey listen guys. Look, I don’t wanna mess with no reefer
addicts, okay?
Marty: C’mon, open up, let me out of here, Yo.
Marvin Barry: Lorenzo, where’re you keys?
Marty: The keys are in the trunk.
Marvin Barry: Say that again.
Marty: I said the keys are in here.
George: Hey you, get your damn hands off, oh.
Biff: I think you got the wrong car, McFly.
Loraine: George, help me, please.
Biff: Just turn around, McFly, and walk away. Are you deaf, McFly? Close
the door and beat it.
George: No, Biff, you leave her alone.
Biff: Alright, McFly, you’re asking for it, and now you’re gonna get it.
Loraine: Biff, stop it. Biff, you’re breaking his arm. Biff, stop.
Marvin Barry: Give me a hand, Lorenzo. Ow, dammit, man, I sliced my
hand.
Marty: Who’s are these?
Starlighter: Thanks, thanks a lot.
Loraine: You’re gonna break his arm. Biff, leave him alone. Let him go.
Let him go.
George: Are you okay?
Girlfriend: Who is that guy.
Boyfriend: That’s George McFly.
Girlfriend: That’s George McFly?
Marty: Excuse me.
Doc: The storm.
Marty: Hey guys, you gotta get back in there and finish the dance.
Starlighter: Hey man, look at Marvin’s hand. He can’t play with his
hands like that, and we
can’t play without him.
Marty: Yeah well look, Marvin, Marvin, you gotta play. See that’s where
they kiss for the first
time on the dance floor. And if there’s no music, they can’t dance, and
if they can’t dance, they
can’t kiss, and if they can’t kiss, they can’t fall in love and I’m
history.
Marvin Barry: Hey man, the dance is over. Unless you know someone else
who could play the
guitar.
Marvin Barry: This is for all you lovers out there.
Loraine: George, aren’t you gonna kiss me?
George: I, I don’t know.
Obnoxious Kid: Scram, McFly.
Starlighter: Hey boy, are you alright?
Marty: I can’t play.
Loraine: George. George.
Marty: George.
George: Excuse me.
Marvin Barry: Yeah man, that was good. Let’s do another one.
Marty: Uh, well, I gotta go.
Marvin Barry: C’mon man, let’s do something that really cooks.
Marty: Something that really cooks. Alright, alright this is an oldie,
but uh, it’s an oldie where I
come from. Alright guys, let’s do some blues riff in b, watch me for the
changes, and uh, try and
keep up, okay.
Boyfriend: Hey George, heard you laid out Biff, nice going.
Girlfriend: George: you ever think of running for class president?
Marvin Barry: John, John, its’ your cousin. Your cousin Marvin Barry,
you know that new
sound you’re lookin for, well listen to this.
Marty: I guess you guys aren’t ready for that yet. But your kids are
gonna love it.
Marty: Loraine.
Loraine: Marty, that was very interesting music.
Marty: Uh, yeah.
Loraine: I hope you don’t mind but George asked if he could take me
home.
Marty: Great good, good, Loraine, I had a feeling about you two.
Loraine: I have a feeling too.
Marty: Listen, I gotta go but I wanted to tell you that it’s been
educational.
Loraine: Marty, will we ever see you again?
Marty: I guarantee it.
George: Well, Marty, I want to thank you for all your good advise, I’ll
never forget it.
Marty: Right, George. Well, good luck you guys. Oh, one other thing, if
you guys ever have
kids and one of them when he’s eight years old, accidentally sets fire
to the living room rug, be
easy on him.
George: Okay.
Loraine: Marty, such a nice name.
Doc: Damn, where is that kid. Damn. Damn damn. You’re late, do you have
no concept of
time?
Marty: Hey c’mon, I had to change, you think I’m going back in that zoot
suit? The old man
really came through it worked.
Doc: What?
Marty: He laid out Biff in one punch. I never knew he had it in him. He
never stood up to Biff in
his life.
Doc: Never?
Marty: No, why, what’s a matter?
Doc: Alright, let’s set your destination time. This is the exact time
you left. I’m gonna send you
back at exactly the same time. It’s be like you never left. Now, I
painted a white line on the
street way over there, that’s where you start from. I’ve calculated the
distance and wind
resistance fresh to active from the moment the lightning strikes, at
exactly 7 minutes and 22
seconds. When this alarm goes off you hit the gas.
Marty: Right.
Doc: Well, I guess that’s everything.
Marty: Thanks.
Doc: Thank you. In about thirty years.
Marty: I hope so.
Doc: Don’t worry. As long as you hit that wire with the connecting hook
at precisely 88 miles
per hour, the instance the lightning strikes the tower, everything will
be fine.
Marty: Right.
Doc: What’s the meaning of this.
Marty: You’ll find out in thirty years.
Doc: It’s about the future, isn’t it?
Marty: Wait a minute.
Doc: It’s information about the future isn’t it. I warned you about this
kid. The consequences
could be disastrous.
Marty: Now that’s a risk you’ll have to take you’re life depends on it.
Doc: No, I refuse to except the responsibility.
Marty: In that case, I’ll tell you strait out.
Doc: Oh, great scott. You get the cable, I’ll throw the rope down to
you.
Marty: Right, I got it.
Doc: Ahh.
Marty: Doc.
Doc: C’mon, c’mon let’s go.
Marty: Alright, take it up, go. Doc.
Doc: Huh?
Marty: I have to tell you about the future.
Doc: Huh?
Marty: I have to tell you about the future.
Doc: Ahh.
Marty: On the night I go back in time, you get- Doc.
Doc: Ohh, no.
Marty: No, Doc.
Doc: Look at the time, you’ve got less than 4 minutes, please hurry.
Marty: Yeah.
Marty: Dammit, Doc, why did you have to tear up that letter? If only I
had more time. Wait a
minute, I got all the time I want I got a time machine, I’ll just go
back and warn him. 10 minutes
oughta do it. Time-circuits on, flux-capacitor fluxing, engine running,
alright. No, no no no no,
c’mon c’mon. C’mon c’mon, here we go, this time. Please, please, c’mon.
Doc: Ahh.
Marty: Doc.
Doc: Yoo.
Red: Crazy drunk drivers.
Marty: Wow, ah Red, you look great. Everything looks great. 1:24, I
still got time. Oh my god.
No, no not again, c’mon, c’mon. Hey. Libyans.
Marty: No, bastards.
Libyan: Go.
Marty: Doc, Doc. Oh, no. You’re alive. Bullet proof vest, how did you
know, I never got a
chance to tell you. About all that talk about screwing up future events,
the space time
continuum.
Doc: Well, I figured, what the hell.
Marty: About how far ahead are you going?
Doc: About 30 years, it’s a nice round number.
Marty: Look me up when you get there, guess I’ll be about 47.
Doc: I will.
Marty: Take care.
Doc: You too.
Marty: Alright, good-bye Einy. Oh, watch that re-entry, it’s a little
bumpy.
Doc: You bet.
Marty: What a nightmare.
Lynda: Oh, if Paul calls me tell him I’m working at the boutique late
tonight.
David: Lynda, first of all, I’m not your answering service. Second of
all, somebody named Greg
or Craig called you just a little while ago.
Lynda: Now which one was it, Greg or Craig?
David: I don’t know, I can’t keep up with all of your boyfriends.
Marty: What the hell is this?
Lynda: Breakfast.
David: What did you sleep in your clothes again last night.
Marty: Yeah, yeah what are you wearing, Dave.
David: Marty, I always wear a suit to the office. You alright?
Marty: Yeah.
Loraine: I think we need a rematch.
George: Oh, oh a rematch, why, were you cheating?
Loraine: No.
George: Hello.
Loraine: Good morning.
Marty: Mom, Dad.
Loraine: Marty, are you alright?
David: Did you hurt your head?
Marty: you guys look great. Mom, you look so thin.
Loraine: Why thank you, Marty. George. Good morning, sleepyhead, Good
morning, Dave,
Lynda
David: Good morning, Mom.
Lynda: Good morning, Mom. Oh, Marty, I almost forgot, Jennifer Parker
called.
Loraine: Oh, I sure like her, Marty, she is such a sweet girl. Isn’t
tonight the night of the big
date?
Marty: What, what, ma?
Loraine: Well, aren’t you going up to the lake tonight, you’ve been
planning it for two weeks.
Marty: Well, ma, we talked about this, we’re not gonna go to the lake,
the car’s wrecked.
George: Wrecked?
David: Wrecked? When did this happen and-
George: Quiet down, I’m sure the car is fine.
David: Why am I always the last one to know about these things.
George: See, there’s Biff out there waxing it right now. Now, Biff, I
wanna make sure that we
get two coats of wax this time, not just one.
Biff: Just finishing up the second coat now.
George: Now Biff, don’t con me.
Biff: I’m, I’m sorry, Mr. McFly, I mean, I was just starting on the
second coat.
George: That Biff, what a character. Always trying to get away with
something. Been on top of
Biff ever since high school. Although, if it wasn’t for him-
Loraine: We never would have fallen in love.
George: That’s right.
Biff: Mr. McFly, Mr. McFly, this just arrived, oh hi Marty. I think it’s
your new book.
Loraine: Ah, honey, your first novel.
George: Like I always told you, if you put your mind to it you could
accomplish anything.
Biff: Oh, oh Marty, here’s you keys. You’re all waxed up, ready for
tonight.
Marty: Keys?
Jennifer: How about a ride, Mister?
Marty: Jennifer, oh are you a sight for sore eyes. Let me look at you.
Jennifer: Marty, you’re acting like you haven’t seen me in a week.
Marty: I haven’t
Jennifer: You okay, is everything alright?
Marty: Aw yeah, everything is great.
Doc: Marty you gotta come back with me.
Marty: Where?
Doc: Back to the future.
Marty: Wait a minute, what are you doing, Doc?
Doc: I need fuel. Go ahead, quick, get in the car.
Marty: No no no, Doc, I just got here, okay, Jennifer’s here, we’re
gonna take the new truck for
a spin.
Doc: Well, bring her along. This concerns her too.
Marty: Wait a minute, Doc. What are you talking about? What happens to
us in the future?
What do we become assholes or something?
Doc: No no no no no, Marty, both you and Jennifer turn out fine. It’s
your kids, Marty,
something has got to be done about your kids.
Marty: Hey, Doc, we better back up, we don’t have enough roads to get up
to 88.
Doc: Roads? Where we’re going we don’t need roads.
THE END
LOL – I made the moron mad. And all he has to resort to is more juvenile cut & paste. Too bad he chose a shit movie.
Damn that’s some hardcore shit taste.
okay then what’s one of your favorite movies
“So I was looking for some porn when I found this one stupid funny pic and decided to look at the comments, only to find out some fucker posted the entire Back to the Future script.”
1&2
Be grateful, that’s basically a free movie right there.
Only an idiot would read a movie when he could see it.
Better than reading a christeeny comment, those are a real waste of space
That Tekuho pic is so awesome!! Sadly Shad your’s is a miss…..
Traps are gay
Bruh, the funny animations under the actual comic are the best
And now he’s got character cards for reoccurring characters XD
id rub my cock head on his armpits
Nigga what
Ditto. Bet they smell and taste wonderful too.
December 11, 2018 at 00:00 | # | Reply
Is it or does this guy look like a skin in Fortnite that got rejected for being a trap
Time to fuck big gay sissy bro up the ass.
yes please
I’d smash
RAPERAPERAPERAPERAPERAROROAROAPFDSGBSOGPSAKDGVXNBJXCMLVA<SD
Uh oh
This is going places. But where…? Moar pls!
Yes. The younger one is the freak, pal. Sure
Dude please do more of this q
continue dis
Please make this a series
His brother with him doing thingys 7w7
Part 3 do it for me shad
Shadman if you don’t continue this into at least 5 pages I will personally come to your house and dab on you
I second this
Plz shad listen to the man
Shad listen
Oh no not the dab shad please make him stop by continueing this
Yes yes yes shad you must
yesss
I mean sure I guess
please take this where i think its going
does anyone really take this site seriously anymore?
Who the fuck ever took this seriously?
Aha, so you area sociopath.
Nigga what?
Dick Dock
whos next ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
I think we need a female version of this.
Yes we do i can’t fap to traps :(
Haha big ol stinky gay over here wont masturbate to men dressed as women. What a loser.
Inb4 it’s actually a wamen making wholesom content
I think you need to come to terms with your gayness.
Oh
Continue pls
Yesss!! Shad is the trap queen
Well then, may or may not be listening to Mia Khalifa on repeat
WELL SHIT THIS BE GREAT IF WAS A GIRL
Exactly.
Im not complaining, but in the last oannel the younger brother’s arms are too long. I love this comic so far tho
Continue it but the younger brother has a vigina
oooOOO that makes my pp hard
3rd part pls
I’ve looked at enough Shadbase to know where this is going
This is why I lock my door when I’m cross-dressing.
Make new picture
every two day at 12:01 or 00:01
Can’t wait to see where this leads.
Part 3 when
They bout to conudle
Damn you shad, youve gona and made me love traps, and the worst part is the real life ones dont look like your drawings
I like where this is going OWO
Everything about this comic is just right
He’s got a fucking #1 shirt lmao
what a faggot lol
i would fuck that lol.
more of the sisters friends
pls more Stacey you’ve be teased this for months
Next?
I DONT LIKE WHERE THIS IS GOING
please let the shota fuck him
Please let this be shota on trap
Please let this be shots on trap
Sit on the kids face
Yes. I second this.
Please continue this
Just so you all know… It’s actually a girl who did that.
down for this comic
Hell no to the whole of this. I reject this entire premise.
>no putting in blue contacts
Borderline unfappable
j/k trap nyannyan in any form is dick-meltingly hot
if guys looked this good irl, it wouldn’t be so bad being gay..
Im waited a big man fuck him ass
dammmn that stacy fine but that other shyt felt like ma whole lyfe gon be ruined in an instant
TUNE IN TOMMOROW FOR ANOTHER EPISODE OF BROTHER BUTTFUCK BONANZA.
his balls look full and his dick seems very small…is he into chastity?
maybe he should have locked more than the door so people wouldn’t see too much hehe
god i fuckin love dick
Shad turned me gay. I will find you and i will fuck you mark my words…
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Damn I was hoping for the sister or the mom to find him.
Can we get the new page tomorrow? I really want to see his ass get pounded.
Pls let them fuck together
His bro better fuck him at the end
hey can you do some warframe porn pls thanks
WHY WHOULD YOU WANT THAT?
Yes! Warframe porn would be amazing.