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Hey, Rachel.

Hi. We're going to the mall.

You want to come?

I'm not exactly dressed for it.

I think I'll take a shower instead.

Have fun.

Hi, everybody.

Uncle, don't you ever knock.

No, I don't like to disturb anyone.

If you guys are going out, mind if I tag along?

That's it.

This day and age to read any good news on the newspaper page.

Love and tradition of the grand design.

Some people say it's even harder to find.

Well, then there must be some magic clue inside these gentle walls.

Because all I see is a tower of dreams.

Yeah. Thanks, sweetie. Who wants to help with the dishes?

I got a ton of homework.

Me too.

I'm going over to Rodney's. He's got a new video game.

Don't freeze.

Nobody move.

It's tough having a cop for a father.

Generating opiate.

I made dessert.

Oh.

Well, this is my special lemon cream tarts.

Carl, you don't cook.

You burn.

You burn eggs, you burn toast.

You're the only man I know who burns Jell -O.

Well, I'll pretend I wasn't insulted by that, because I know that once you taste

one of these babies, you all will be heaping me with praise.

I even made a special one for little Richie.

A lemon cream tartette.

They look pretty good.

Judy, Dad made them.

How good can they be?

Of course, I know I'll love them.

Hey, this is good.

See? Edward likes them.

What does that prove? Eddie eats paste.

Oh, no. This is a lot better than paste.

Girl, this is delicious.

is better than delicious. This is fantastic.

Carl, where did you learn how to cook like this? It's my father's secret

The Winslow men have been passing it down for generations.

You never told me about it.

Well, that's why it's a secret recipe.

Carl, if I had known you could cook like this, I would have hung up my apron a

long time ago.

Carl, do you think you could whip up a batch of these for my writer's workshop

meeting? Well, we usually only serve these to family members, but... Hey,

the 90s. The Berlin Wall is down. I'll make an exception.

Great.

Okay.

Now that we've all enjoyed the Winslow tart, who's going to help with the

Winslow dishes?

Homework.

Diapers.

See, Carl, if you cook more, you know.

Never serve them dessert until after the dishes are done.

back out in the streets.

All right, everybody, listen up.

Carl, you know the batch of tarts you made for my writer's workshop?

Well, one of the members of the group is the manager of Roberto's Cafe.

He's the manager of a restaurant and he wants to be a writer?

Well, what he really wants to do is direct.

But the point is, he ate one of your tarts and he loved it.

Carl, the restaurant wants to buy your tarts.

I figure we can bake a few batches right here in the house.

Wait a minute. You and Carl in my kitchen cooking?

I don't think so.

Oh, Harriet, relax.

You know, we won't make a mess of the kitchen. Besides, it's just a little

project that'll bring the family some extra money. Yeah, I like the sound of

this. Family -owned business, low overhead, quick returns.

A ready supply of unskilled labor.

You know what? She's right, Carl.

we needed a snappy name for the product.

How about this?

Carl Topcake.

I like that.

I like that. Hey, you think they'll put my picture on the menu?

Oh, for Pete's sake.

Wait a minute. A picture is a great idea.

I think we should set this up as a family corporation.

Everyone contributes.

Everyone gets an equal share. That's a good idea, too. Alright.

talk about Sharon.

Let's talk about the important things. Okay.

You think I should wear a chef's hat in my picture?

Is

Rachel

back from the restaurant yet?

Not yet. I told her to flirt with the manager.

Maybe he'll beef up the order.

Oh, it went great. The restaurant loved them. Not only that, but the restaurant

is part of a chain owned by one of those really big corporations, Amalgamated

Foods, and they loved them, too.

This is going to be big. Bigger than you can even imagine.

Yeah, yeah, but did you show them my picture?

Yes, and they loved everything.

Let's celebrate.

Rachel, hold it.

You're selling too hard. What's the catch?

Is there bad news?

No, it's not really bad news.

The regional manager placed an order for all the restaurants in a tri -state

area. They want us to bake a thousand.

Is that bad news?

No, it's not bad news.

A thousand tarts is a lot of tarts.

But as long as they don't want them by Monday, we can do it.

So when do they want them?

Monday.

Oh, so that's the bad news.

No, no, not to me.

It means we're really going to have to pull together.

But we can do it.

Carl, I like your attitude. And that's exactly the way I felt when I agreed to

bake a thousand tarts.

Then I found out they meant a thousand dozen.

Twelve thousand tarts by Monday?

This Monday?

Day after tomorrow Monday?

That's the bad news.

12 ,000 tarts in two days.

That's not as many as it sounds.

I don't know. It sounds like a lot.

I do know, and it sounds impossible.

Boy, Harriet, sometimes you are so negative.

You always see the glass as half empty. I see it as half full.

Oh, it's full, all right.

It has 12 ,000 tarts in it.

Rachel, do you really think we can bake that many tarts in two days?

Of course we can.

Where there's a will, there's a way.

We've got to dream the impossible dream.

When the going gets tough, the tough get going.

Rachel, I hate to interrupt your cliches, but you are going to have to

Amalgamated Foods that you just can't do it.

It's not that easy.

They gave me in advance.

Well, give them the money back.

I can't do that.

On the way home, I stopped off for a few I's and N's.

I'll get that. Why don't all of you go upstairs and check on Richie for me?

Thanks so much.

Hi, Rachel. I got your order.

Thanks, Phil. That goes in the kitchen right through there.

How you folks doing?

A few odds and ends, huh, Rachel?

Just the bare necessities.

Oh, hi, Gus. How you doing?

That goes in the kitchen right through there. Follow Phil.

Rachel,

what's that?

It's a Bartlett 111. That baby can mix 300 gallons of batter. and owl. Come on,

I want to show you how it works.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

Rachel, have you lost your mind?

You know what your problem is, Harriet?

You don't know how to take risks.

Do you think Famous Amos was famous before he took risks?

No.

And before she started baking, who do you think Mrs. Fields was?

Miss Fields?

She was just an... everyday housewife with a couple of chocolate chips and a

dream. But we've got a dream too, Harriet, and we are not going to rest

make Carl the Prince of Tarts. Amen!

Hold the turn.

Am I not good enough to be the King of Tarts?

No, you know you can't be the King of Tarts. Look, look, look.

I know you guys always think that I'm the one who says stop when you want to

But I've done a lot of baking, and I know that what you're about to do is

impossible. So I'm begging you, please.

Stop and think about what you're getting into.

All right, is everybody with me? Yes!

Now I know how the pastry chef felt on the Titanic.

How big is your oven?

pass your bedtime.

Mom, I hate tarts.

We all do, honey.

Rachel, I'm gonna get you for this.

What a grouch.

I think we ought to take away one of her shares.

Come on, everybody. We're slowing down.

Well, Rachel, I'm mixing as fast as I can.

How many more of these steak and tarts do we need?

I know we're going to make it by Monday.

Dad, when are we going to take a break?

I don't know. Ask your Aunt Rachel. She's the head tart.

Come on, we've got tarts to make.

Rachel, you're putting entirely too much filling in those.

I what?

You shot your bag at me.

Sorry. You did that on purpose.

I did not. You did too. Did not. You did too.

Look, we're tired enough, okay? Let's not waste our energy fighting.

You're right, Rachel.

Let's get back to work.

Darn. What's wrong now?

Oh, my bed.

No more Mr. Nice Guy.

Oh, come on, Carl. Now, don't do something you're going to regret.

I'm not going to regret this. I'm going to love it.

All right, stand back.

I've got flour here, and I'm not afraid to use it.

This is silly.

I'm not going to say she started it.

And I'm not going to say I had lousy help.

I'm glad we're all agreed.

She started it.

want to be the king of tarts.

No.

Get the mouse.

Get the mouse.

Tart's incoming.

Hit the deck.

Hit the... Danny, you're dreaming. Oh.

Oh.

What time is it?

Eight o 'clock.

Did you guys finish?

Two hours ago.

Your Aunt Rachel took the rest of the tarts to the restaurant.

right here.

Wow, we're rich.

Whoa.

That's a lot of money.

Well, we still have to deduct a few expenses.

Like what?

Well, like flour and eggs and bakery racks and pots and pans and the Bartlett

111 and the trailer I rented to haul the tarts to the restaurant.

Rachel, what's the bottom line here?

How much profit are we looking at?

$24.

We work straight through the weekend for a measly $24 a piece?

No.

$24 total.

That's $4 a piece.

I knew this would never work.

Excuse me, Ms. Black Enterprise.

Weren't you the one who was going to take this corporation public?

Harriet, I was the one who put the thought in her head.

My dumb ideas.

It wasn't a dumb idea.

It just wasn't thought out.

I just thought it would be wonderful for our family to start our own little

business.

No, no, no. It was all my fault.

I should have kept my secret recipe a secret.

No, no, no. I pushed you into it.

Except mine.

We did actually bake 12 ,000 tarts.

Not counting the ones we threw. That was pretty amazing.

Yeah. I like the food fight.

Well, I know what I think for sure.

This weekend, the Winslows proved that they can do anything when they put their

minds to it. Now, isn't that the truth? We are amazing.

And now we've got to set our mind to cleaning up this kitchen.

Let's go get it.

Try again next time. Yeah.

There's always that. Yeah, that'd be the thing to do.

All right, let's get cracking.

Homework, homework.

Rodney.

Why don't we take the $24 and pay somebody to clean this up?

Now, that's a good idea.