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(upbeat drumming music) (singer vocalizing)

(adventurous music)

(upbeat mischievous music)

(upbeat triumphant music)

(gentle music) (singer vocalizing)

(keypad beeping)

- Hi, Leonard.

How you doin'?

(Clifford laughs)

- [Boy] Wait up!

- [Clifford] Ricardo!

I see you're feeling better, good for you (chuckles).

(children laughing)

- [Boy] Wow, look at that plum!

- [Victor] Hey, Father Cliff?

- Hello, Victor.

Boys.

- So, what's the story on this Roger kid?

Is he gonna get booted outta here?

- I hope not, son.

- But he's the bad kid, Father.

- You weren't exactly a saint when you first

got here now were you, Victor?

Lest we forget.

(Clifford laughs)

- You got me there.

(Clifford laughs)

- Goodbye, boys!

(tomatoes thudding)

♪ Zacchaeus was a little, little man ♪

♪ And a little, little man was he ♪

♪ He climbed up to a sycamore ♪

(ball thuds)

(Clifford thuds)

(Clifford groans)

Who... (suitcase thuds)

I say, who's throwing...

(Roger groans)

Ow!

(Clifford groaning)

- Father Clifford!

- What are you doing, Roger?

Are you running away?

- Who, me?

No, no.

What would make you think that?

I just, I lost my balance while cleaning my outside windows.

- Cleaning your windows with a suitcase were you?

(children laughing) (boy chattering)

Roger!

(Clifford groaning)

Roger!

My heart,

it hurts.

Whoa.

(Clifford thuds)

- Oh no.

- Oh, look who's recovered (laughs).

- Let go of me!

- Now, now, now, what seems to be the problem?

(Roger snobs)

Oh.

Now, now, now, now, now.

(Roger whimpers)

- And whenever there's something I really, really want,

there's always some adult

who comes along and says no, like Mr. Prom.

The other clay said I could be on the basketball team,

and then he said I couldn't.

- And you felt that blowing up

the gymnasium was an appropriate response then?

- Yes, I did.

- Even though your parents were the ones

Who told Mr. Prom that they didn't

want you playing any contact sports?

- My parents say no to everything I want.

- You know, the other boys are very angry at you, Roger.

- I don't care what they think.

- Then why are you running away?

What's your IQ, son?

- 185.

- Ah, my you're a real genius.

Mine's 190.

- Oh, Wait.

I forgot.

Mine is 195.

- Oh, wait, I forgot.

Mine is almost 200,

but that's not really the point.

The point is that people like you and I,

when we get very frustrated can cause a lot of damage.

- You're not like me.

- Why, 'cause I'm all grown up?

That's true, I've changed.

But when I was your age,

(shudders) I, well, let me tell you

a story about when I was your age.

I was traveling with my parents to the island of Hawaii.

(upbeat mischievous music)

Weather conditions seem vastly improved, Stephen.

I think now we can safely proceed

with the scheduled liftoff.

(tray boinging) (upbeat mischievous music)

Flash down.

- Would you please stop hitting the back of my chair?

I am trying to sleep!

- I'm sorry, Miss Nice Older Person,

but I don't know what you're talking about.

Perhaps you were just having

a nightmare about your early clays in the circus.

- One more word out of you, I'll call the flight attendant.

(dinosaur thuds)

- It wasn't very nice of the mean old lady

to smash your collarbone was it, Stephen?

- [Captain] Ladies and gentlemen,

we'll be passing over Los Angeles in just about 10 minutes.

The skies are crystal clear,

so it should be smooth sailing all the way to Honolulu.

(upbeat mischievous music)

(dramatic music)

(Julien groans)

- Oh, damn it!

Clifford!

Why did you wake me?

- I didn't wake you.

Stephen did.

Why wouldn't you let him sleep?

Now that you are awake, I'd like to ask you my papa,

when we land in Los Angeles,

can we then immediately go to Dinosaur World?

- How many times do I have to tell you, son?

The plane doesn't go to Los Angeles.

It goes directly to Honolulu.

- But how can that be, Pappy?

- How can what be?

- That on my birthday of all days,

I could be so close to Dinosaur World and yet, so far away?

- Don't you start with me.

Your birthday was six months ago.

- Clifford, Daddy is on a business, a business trip,

and this is not a vacation.

No.

- So will you drop this Dinosaur World

thing for five seconds, huh?

Would you do that for me?

Huh, would you?

Oh boy, you're drivin' me crazy!

- Uh oh, looks like Daddy's gonna have a big stroke.

And then he'll be talking like this.

- Oh, I swear to God.

- And he'll... - Clifford!

My God, would you just stop it for just one minute?

- Whatever you say sweet one who birthed me.

- Oi.

(Clifford smooching)

(Theodora gasps)

- Can I visit the Captain, Father?

I would imagine he would be very brave and wise,

possibly with a cleft in his chin.

- All right, just be back for dinner.

- Whatever you say my papa.

- Ow, ow, ow, ow, oh God!

Ow.

(upbeat mischievous music)

(Clifford imitates airplane engine whirring)

- Captain, we have a young man here who has a request.

- Hi, what's your name, son?

- My name is Clifford and I think you're

the bestest captain in the whole wide world.

- Well thank,

(captain grunting)

You, Clifford.

- I was wondering my Captain,

if we could land in Los Angeles

so I could go to Dinosaur World?

- The only was we could land in Los Angeles

would be for an emergency.

- Whatever you say my Captain.

(mischievous music)

- Jeez, it's awful quiet in here.

(pensive music)

Where's Clifford?

(dramatic music)

- He shut the engines down.

- I'm sorry, I don't know why Stephen did that.

Are you of your tree, Sir?

(passengers screaming) (dramatic music)

Stephen, hang in.

(engine whirring)

- I've regained control on number four, Los Angeles.

Request permission for emergency landing procedures.

- [Air Traffic Controller] Roger, Flight 43.

This is LAX approved.

You are cleared for immediate landing on runway two three.

(Roger chuckles)

- [Roger] What an amazing story.

- You liked that, did ya?

- That's hysterical.

You got them to land the plane,

you won and you got what you wanted.

- Yes, but I risked the lives of a couple of hundred people.

- But no one got hurt.

- But they could've. - But they didn't.

- But...

- Anyway, it was a truly wonderful story, Father,

but I have to get going now.

- Fine.

Bye bye.

(air whooshing)

- [Roger] Huh?

- Son, that's not the whole story, it's just the beginning.

- Oh, sorry, Father.

- That's all right.

Sit down and get comfortable.

Oh (groans).

Would you like a mint?

- No, thank you.

- Hm.

Well, I guess we have to begin

the story earlier that clay.

You see...

(Clifford choking)

(Clifford grunts)

Yes.

I'll save this for later.

You see, I had an uncle named Martin

who was a famous architect and he had two dreams.

One was to build a great mass transit system

for what was known at that time

as the city of Los Angeles,

and his other dream was to marry Sarah,

the love of his life.

Sarah was a teacher who operated a daycare center

where he worked and she loved him very much.

In fact, they were engaged to be married.

- Hi.

- Hi.

You look so handsome.

- You look so handsome.

(Sarah laughs)

I'm in a very good mood.

- How come?

- It's a surprise, I'll tell ya later.

- Oh no, tell me now. - No, no, no, no.

- No, come on,

tell me right now. - No, no, no, no.

You're gonna love this.

It's gonna literally be the biggest surprise of your life.

Okay. - We here?

- We're here!

I'm excited.

Don't peek!

- I'm not! - Don't peek!

(Sarah laughs)

- Martin! -Are you excited?

- Yeah. - That's nice.

Okay, I'm with ya.

This is, wait.

Okay.

- Okay-

- Okay, please don't peek.

- I'm not. - Okay, okay.

- Okay-

- Okay-

All right. - Martin.

- Okay, look!

(gentle music)

Are you stunned?

- What am I lookin' at?

- The house!

I bought it!

- It's on a cliff.

- That's what you want, a cliff.

So this is, it's incredible isn't it?

Look at it, isn't it? - Uh huh.

- I mean it's very minimalist

but it's got a quiet intensity doesn't it, honey?

Definitely not quiet though.

- It's very warm.

- [Clifford] There was however, one slight problem.

Sarah wanted children very much,

but Martin it seemed was in no hurry.

- Martin?

How many bedrooms in this house?

- One honey.

One bedroom, honey.

But look at this view!

Look at this!

The ocean!

I think you can see Catalina out there.

It's just...

(dramatic music)

Whoa!

That is quite a drop.

(door slams)

Honey?

- I can't believe I let this happen again.

- Honey, what's wrong?

- I can't marry you.

- What...

- You're just like my first husband,

he didn't want kids either.

- When did I say I didn't want kids?

- You don't have to say it.

It's so obvious it's a joke.

- What are you talking about?

- I'm talkin' about this bachelor pad with one bedroom.

Where's a kid supposed to sleep?

- Oh, honey have you ever heard of the word sofa bed?

- Have you ever heard the word stupid?

- Stupid, we say stupid?

- Stupid!

- Are you saying this house couldn't work for kids?

- Oh no, it's perfect!

Where are the kids, honey?

"Oh, they're just out back playin' on the cliff."

- I can't believe what I'm hearing, Sarah!

I love kids!

- No you don't.

I saw you at the daycare today.

- Oh no, no, no.

You're talking about other people's children.

You should see me with a kid I know, my own flesh and blood.

My nephew!

- You never mentioned you had a nephew.

- I love my nephew.

- What's his name?

- I wanna say Mason.

Clifford!

Little Clifford.

- How old is he?

- I haven't seen him since the christening.

He'd be older now.

- Older now?

- Yeah, like 10.

You know my brother Julien and I don't speak

as much as we'd like to.

I will tell you this.

I have heard that Clifford is a very special boy.

- Where is that little monster?

- Julien, please.

(Theodora whimpers)

Well, ya did it, didn't ya?

Ya did it again, didn't ya?

You're banned from the flight.

- No.

- They're not gonna allow ya back on the plane,

which means that I'm gonna miss the convention tomorrow,

which means that I'm gonna lose thousands

of dollars in speaker's fees.

Do you understand me?

Do you understand what...

Where did you get that Walkman?

Did you steal it?

- No. - Oh my God!

Is there no end to your madness?

- No, a kindly old priest gave it to me, da.

- You're lying. - No.

- You're lying to your

own father's face. - No.

- I have a good mind to leave

you right here you little animal.

- What a terrible thing to say to such a sweet child.

- I'm dreadfully sorry, Mrs. Extra Wide Load.

What are you packin' in now, huh?

About two dozen jelly donuts a clay, huh?

- Julien, calm down!

Your heart.

- Daddy, it's coming!

- Oh God.

Oh God!

Oh, Theodora, what am I gonna do?

I gotta be on that plane.

- Pappy, Pappy, Pappy?

- What?

- I have a great idea.

Doesn't Uncle Martin live in Los Angeles?

Maybe I can go to his house and then

you could go to Hawaii and I could go to Dinosaur World.

(gentle music)

(phone ringing)

- Wait, wait.

Sarah?

- [Julien] Martin?

- Yes?

- Martin, it's Julien, your brother.

Your brother, Julien.

- Yes.

- Yeah.

Martin, look, I know that I haven't made much

of an attempt to keep in touch over

the years and I wouldn't blame you

if you hung up on me now but don't hang up, okay?

I'm in a terrible dilemma.

I have a tremendous favor to ask you.

(recorder trilling)

(water bubbling)

(Julien laughs)

I can't believe it!

He went for it (laughs).

- I get to go to Dinosaur World!

- I told him that I had this lucrative speaking engagement

and that Clifford gets air sick (laughs).

- Dinosaur World, I'm going to!

- He almost seemed excited about it (laughs).

(recorder trilling)

(announcer chattering faintly)

- Excuse me, I'm Martin Daniels.

I'm here to pick up my nephew, Clifford.

- Do you have any identification?

- [Martin] Yeah.

(announcer chattering faintly)

- All right.

He's in the back room resting.

Why don't you come with me?

- Thank you.

(keypad buzzing)

- Clifford?

This is so cute.

Come here.

Look.

♪ La, la, la, la, la, la, la ♪

♪ La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la ♪

(Clifford whimpering)

♪ La, la, la, la ♪

- Clifford?

- Don't reject me!

♪ La, la, la, la, la, la ♪

Uncle Martin?

- Yes.

- Oh, I'm gonna go big!

(Martin grunts)

♪ La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la ♪

Dearest Uncle Martin?

- Yes, Clifford?

- Can we go to Dinosaur World now?

- Dinosaur World?

It's closed.

It's 10:30, Clifford,

but I'll let you in on a little secret.

I've got a lifetime pass to Dinosaur World

because I designed Larry the Scary...

- Scary Rex?

You designed Larry the Scary Rex?

(Clifford panting)

♪ I'm Larry the Scary Rex ♪

♪ I'm a scary dinosaur ♪

♪ But don't be scared of my sharp, sharp teeth ♪

♪ And my mighty, mighty roar ♪

(Martin laughs)

Oh boy, you are some sorta hero.

- Let's go get your bags.

- Yes.

- [Man] Somebody stole

my dog, Sneakers. - Calm down.

- [Man] Somebody stole my dog.

- Have you guys unloaded everything

on Flight 791, yet?

- [Man] Oh, yeah.

- Well so far I'm missing - I can't believe this...

- a mountain bike, - A stereo.

- A stereo, - It wasn't like that.

- A surfboard, - That's in Los Angeles.

- And a big, brown dog. - It has my name on it.

How could somebody else take it?

(Sneakers panting)

- You brought a lotta stuff.

- I'm sorry, Uncle Martin.

My dad's just scared of burglars.

He makes us take everything when we go on a trip.

- And your dog.

- I couldn't leave my Sneakers at home.

- Of course you couldn't.

(engine rumbling)

(brakes squealing) (crickets chirping)

Sarah's gonna be so excited to meet you.

I told her how special you are to me.

- But, we've never met before.

- That's not true.

I was with you at the christening.

I spent the better part of a whole clay in your company.

I have the utmost admiration for you.

- Oh, Uncle Martin!

- Oh!

(chuckles) Okay.

Okay, you can let go now (chuckles).

- Okie dokie, Sir. - Okie dokie.

Okay.

(Sneakers barks)

Oh, Sarah loves dogs.

Come on, Sneakers.

Come on, Sneakers.

Come on, Sneakers.

Come on.

Come on.

(upbeat mischievous music) (door creaking)

(cat meowing) (dramatic music)

Come on, boy.

Come on, Sneakers.

Please, boy, get outta the car.

(Sneakers barking) (dramatic music)

Whoa!

(cat meows) (Sneakers barking)

Whoa!

(Martin grunts)

(mischievous music) (water splashing)

(Sarah sighs)

- Just face it, Sarah.

You're gonna be alone the rest of your life.

Just like that maid on "The Brady Bunch,"

faking enthusiasm for other people's happiness.

Oh, and then there's the pity of others to look forward to.

"Isn't that Sarah Davis?

My, she's aged.

She drove off ever man she ever had.

She just withered up like an old prune who couldn't..."

(Sarah screams) (dramatic music)

- Sarah!

- Don't judge me, Uncle Martin, it was Stephen's fault.

Shame on you, shame on your eyes.

- What?

Sarah?

- [Sarah] Martin? (Martin knocking)

- [Martin] You okay?

- Oh, you scared me! - What, what...

- That was a lousy trick to play.

- What trick?

- Your stupid dinosaur in the shower.

- Oh, no, no, no.

That was Clifford.

- Who the hell is Clifford?

- My nephew, Clifford, remember?

I was just telling you about him.

- Your nephew's here?

- I got a call from my brother, Julien.

He was flying to Hawaii and Julien said,

would I look after him for a week?

And I said of course I would.

I mean, he's a wonderful kid.

Come on, meet him.

- Okay.

- Hi.

- Oh, hi, Uncle Martin.

I hope your friend doesn't mind

that I helped myself to a snack.

- That's okay.

- [Sarah] Martin?

- Oh Clifford, this is Sarah Davis.

(angelic music) (singer vocalizing)

- Hello.

- Hello, Miss Sarah Davis.

Whew, that's a lovely bath robe you're wearing.

I'm sure on anyone else it wouldn't look half as lovely.

- Oh, thank you.

What a sweet thing to say.

- Isn't he everything I said he was?

- I love you, my Uncle Martin.

- And I you, Clinton.

- Clifford.

- Clifford (chuckles)!

Isn't there an incredible family resemblance?

Look at this.

- Well, I guess so, yes.

(pensive music)

Well, I'd like to see a lot more of you, Clifford.

Perhaps you can convince your uncle to make sure of that.

- Absolutely, but right now sleepy head,

we gotta get you to Uncle Martin's.

- Normally I would despise when someone ruffles

my hair like that, Uncle Martin, but not when you do it.

(Martin chuckles) (Clifford chuckles)

- Isn't he something?

- Yes, he certainly is.

- Okay, honey, let's go.

(gentle music)

Goodnight, darling.

- Oh, goodnight.

♪ La, la, la ♪

- Okay, Clifford.

Come on.

- Goodnight.

Goodnight to you.

- Goodnight, sweet Sarah.

May all your dreams be pleasant ones.

May the rainbow arches over...

- Come on, sweetie. - Oh (chuckles).

- [Martin] Time to go to bed.

(gentle music)

(door latches)

- [Narrator] Like other native peoples,

the Lake Girls copy the movement of animals.

Since the beginning (Clifford slurping)

When the animals allowed them to enter their land,

there has been mutual respect.

This dance then, called the (speaking foreign language)...

- [Martin] Time to turn off the video.

- [Narrator] ls an expression of their culture.

- Okay, come on.

Time to go to sleep.

- Yes.

Stephen felt that was a very cruel action, Uncle Martin.

- Oh, well you tell Stephen

that it's two o'clock in the morning

and we have to get up very early

because tomorrow we're going to Dinosaur World.

(Clifford gasps)

- Oh, you're the bestest uncle in the whole wide world.

(Martin grunts)

- [Martin] Okay.

(Martin chuckles) (crickets chirping)

- Thanks.

- Goodnight, Clifford.

- Goodnight, Uncle Martin.

(crickets chirping)

- Goodnight, Clifford.

- Goodnight, Uncle Martin.

You wouldn't lie to me would ya, Uncle Martin?

Because if you did I'd be so angry,

I don't know what I'd do.

- No, I wouldn't lie to you.

Get in the bed.

(crickets chirping)

- Cozy, cozy.

Uncle Martin?

Who's ring is this?

- Where did you get that?

- [Clifford] The dresser over there.

- Give me that.

- No.

- That's very valuable.

That's my grandmother's wedding ring.

- Then wouldn't she be my great grandmother?

- Yes.

- Then wouldn't this ring be just as much mine as yours?

- What's your point?

- Well, I wanna marry Miss Sarah Davis

and give her this ring.

- That's very sweet, but it's very unrealistic.

- I still want the ring.

- Well, you can't have it.

All right, give it me the ring.

- But it sparkles so.

- I like the sparkle as well.

I'm going to give Sarah this ring someday.

- How exciting!

Ring bearer.

- We'll see.

- This one's smiling isn't it?

(children chattering)

(Martin knocking)

Hey.

Okay. - I found the bow.

- [Boy] A blue bow.

- [Girl] I need a blue bow.

- Hi, Martin.

Hi, Clifford.

- Hello, Miss Sarah Davis.

I didn't know you were a teacher.

Had I known I would've brought you an apple.

(Sarah laughs)

- What a charming thing to say.

How very thoughtful.

- I'm taking Clifford to Dinosaur World.

Then I've got a meeting with Ellis.

This deadline is really closing in on me.

- Oh.

Well, it'll be okay.

Your ideas are great. (Martin groans)

- Yeah.

Come on, Clifford.

- But you have to admit it's a little odd

that this daycare center's been here for over six months

and Mr. Ellis hasn't even had the decency to drop in.

Not even once. - I'm sure he hates kids.

I mean, he's definitely an odd guy.

What really makes me nervous about him

is if I don't talk fast (Martin's fingers snapping)

Enough he snaps his fingers at me.

- What a creep.

Oh, God.

And I hear he's a complete womanizer

and he's obsessed with himself.

(gasps) And you know that's supposed

to be a wig that he's wearing.

- Get outta here! - Yes!

- Ellis wears a rug?

Oh, he's gotta be the creepiest guy.

(Sarah laughs) (Martin laughs)

- Hi, Martin. - Oh, Mr. Ellis, how are you?

- Thanks for coming in. - Good to see you, Sir.

- Now, I don't believe we've met.

- Oh, this is Miss Sarah...

- Sarah Davis, of course, I'm well aware.

I'm just proud to have the opportunity

to thank you for the wonderful job you've clone.

- Oh, thank you.

- Well, isn't that impressive?

That is really... - Okay.

Now, I don't think there's anything more meaningful

to me than the welfare of our employees.

- Is it over? - Whoa!

- [Ellis] Whoa.

(Martin chuckles) (Gerald laughs)

- This is my nephew, Clifford.

Say hello to my boss, Mr. Ellis.

- [Gerald] Oh, isn't he a cute little fella.

Hi, sonny. - Yeah.

- Good morning, Mr. Ellis.

My, that's the bestest looking wig I've ever seen.

(Mr. Ellis laughs)

- Oh, no, no, no.

That's not a wig, Cliff, please.

- You said it was a wig. - No, no, no I didn't.

- You called it a rug, too. - No, no, no, no.

You misunderstood me, son. - He did.

- I never said you wore a wig, Sir.

- Good, good.

What are you looking at?

- No, no, I, you know. - It's not a wig.

- I know that, Sir, come on, are you kidding?

- It's not a rug either.

(all laughing)

Let's not worry about that all right?

- Right, don't worry about that.

- Well, I guess you and I have a lot of work to do, huh?

- Yes, Sir.

- But I was wondering one thing.

If later on, would it be okay if I gave you a call?

- Sure, sure.

Me? - No, her.

- My fiance?

- There's something I would, I'd really love

to talk to you about it.

- Oh, well, that'd be fine.

Okay.

Well, goodbye Sir.

- Charming.

- You want me to redesign the entire model in two clays?

- Look, the bottom line is you've

got to move the train line.

- What? - Yeah, two miles.

- Oh... - South.

- That's impossible!

That'|| put the train line...

And that's right for the Sepulveda Dam.

- Hm, that's not good.

Well, you'll come up with something.

You'll hold up for a few clays

and drink a lotta coffee and blah, blah, blah.

And you bein' the true professional that I know you are,

I know you'll hit another home run for us

just like you always do.

You all right?

- No.

- [Mr. Ellis] Good man.

- Absolutely right fellas. - Yes, Sir.

(pensive music)

(upbeat mischievous music)

- If you're a visitor, would you do me a favor?

Would you enter your visitor card number?

(upbeat mischievous music) (monitor beeping)

- [Martin] Clifford!

(upbeat mischievous music)

(recorder trilling)

- Hello, Uncle Martin.

Are we ready to go to Dinosaur World now?

- Clifford, I've got some bad news.

(horns honking) (dramatic music)

I can't take you right now!

- Turn back, Uncle Martin!

The freeway to Dinosaur World is back there!

- Let go, you're gonna make us crash!

- Then so be it!

(Martin yelling) (dramatic music)

Stephen, make it all better somehow.

- Get a hold of yourself!

You're out of control!

(Clifford wheezing)

What, what?

- A whole gang of chocolate.

I need it badly.

(Clifford wheezing)

- Jesus!

(horn honking) (dramatic music)

(Clifford wheezing)

Okay, all right, okay.

Wait, one minute.

I'll be right back.

Don't breathe.

Just hold on.

Okay.

- Okay, kids.

Next stop, Dinosaur World!

Who's excited? - Yay!

- [Kevin] Sorry, Dad, I have to go to the bathroom.

- Come on, hurry up.

(upbeat mischievous music)

- What do you mean you're out of chocolate?

How can that be?

- Everybody wants chocolate, I'm out of chocolate.

- I need chocolate!

-All right, all right.

I might have an Easter bunny leftover in the fridge.

(attendant grunts)

- Get me the bunny!

(attendant grunts)

(upbeat mischievous music)

- Thanks for makin' us all late ya little dork.

- Clifford?

Clifford?

(door creaking)

(pensive music)

Where did you get those clothes?

- This kid bought my dinosaur costume.

(pensive music)

- What's the matter with you?

Are you crazy?

What are you doing?

(woman screams)

I'm terribly sorry!

- Where's my son?

- The last time I saw him,

he was counting the money

that he was given in the men's room.

- You pervert!

(bag whacks) (Martin screaming)

- Ow, my ear!

You hit my ear! (bag whacks)

- Tell me where he is!

(Clifford thuds)

- Mom, I'm over here!

- Oh, Kevin!

You're all right.

What in the world is...

- So, any luck with that chocolate?

- "Any luck with that chocolate?

Any luck with that chocolate?"

(upbeat mischievous music)

Bad boy, Clifford, bad boy!

I don't know what to say to you.

I'm shocked.

You could have given that child's parents a heart attack.

If they press charges, you could end up in prison.

And the wasted time.

I happen to be very busy young man.

The entire city of Los Angeles is relying

on me for public transit.

My boss is breathing down my neck.

That was so embarrassing with Mr. Ellis.

Please don't ever tell someone that they have a nice wig.

- I said it was the bestest looking wig I ever saw.

It was a compliment.

(Martin sighs)

- He says he doesn't wear a wig

and a person doesn't take it

as a compliment if you say, "Nice wig."

- But I didn't say nice wig, Uncle Martin.

I said, "Bestest looking wig."

I believe there is a difference.

- How is it that you're such an authority on wigs?

- Because my teacher, Mr. Cavanaugh wears a wig.

And he lets us play with it at recess sometimes.

- Your teacher lets you play with his wig?

- Frisbee.

(Clifford imitates air whizzing)

- Miss Gathercole, the art teacher, borrows it as well.

That would be for different reasons.

- Let's just forget about the wig.

But I've gotta punish you,

and that means Dinosaur World is out.

- I don't understand.

- I've got a bombshell for you, young man.

I happen to be the boss in this house

and you cannot fight City Hall.

- But surely Uncle Martin, someone as wise and worldly

as you would realize that breaking a little boy's promise

and then punishing him for it

would be a terrible, terrible thing.

I would imagine that little boy wouldn't

be responsible for what he was gonna do next.

- See, now, that sounds like a threat to me

and I don't like threats.

So, you're gonna spend the rest of the clay in your room.

Now you march, young man.

March.

(gentle music)

- It's not fair, Stephen.

He was the one who broke his promise

and now I'm the one who's being punished.

It isn't fair.

They're never fair.

(Clifford sniffling)

Well, I am gonna go to Dinosaur World.

I don't care what he says.

(Clifford sniffling)

(phone ringing)

(phone beeps)

- Hello?

- Hi, it's me.

How was Dinosaur World?

- Oh, I had to postpone it.

Ellis hit me with about 100 changes to make

on the model in the next two days.

(Sarah gasps)

- Oh, you poor thing.

How's Clifford?

He must be heartbroken.

- Nah, he's fine.

In fact, we're in the kitchen right now making popcorn.

Use a potholder, Cliffy.

- So, I was calling about tonight.

- [Martin] Tonight?

- My parents' anniversary.

Why, did you forget?

- No, come on, are you kidding?

I can't miss your parents' anniversary party.

- Okay-

Well it's seven o'clock.

I can't wait for my folks to meet Clifford.

- [Martin] See ya then.

- [Sarah] Bye.

- [Martin] Bye.

(receiver clicks)

- Isn't that something, Stephen?

Too busy for a boy's dream,

but not too busy to go out to dinner.

(upbeat mischievous music)

- [Martin] Punish you, and that means Dinosaur World is out.

- [Clifford] That would be a mistake.

- [Martin] I've got a bombshell for you, young man.

I happen to be the boss in this house

and you cannot fight City Hall.

(tape recorder whirring)

- Stephen, do you like Uncle Martin?

-So do I.

- [Martin] This is Martin Daniels.

I've got a bomb.

(dramatic music)

- Wow, is this house ever huge!

Wow, Uncle Martin, do they live in a hotel?

- You're not still mad at me

for grounding you, are you Clifford?

- Of course not, Uncle Martin.

Whatever would make you think that?

(gentle piano music)

- There they are.

Now, Daddy, I want you to be nice to Martin for me, okay?

- Yeah, if I have to, honey.

I've told you before, I don't understand

a man at his age and still not married.

- Hi, honey. - Hi, Daddy,

look it's Martin.

Hi.

- Congratulations, Sir.

Happy anniversary and I hope you have many, many more.

- Oh.

- Daddy, this is Martin's nephew, Clifford.

- Well, now look at this big fella.

Clifford is it? - Yeah.

- What do you want to be when you grow up, Cliff?

- A dinosaur.

(Martin laughs)

Do you like dinosaurs, Miss Sarah?

- I adore dinosaurs.

Hey, Clifford, would you like a cup of punch?

- [Clifford] I would like that very much.

- Martin, Bloody Mary?

- Thank you, thank you.

You have a most exceptional daughter, Sir.

- Thank you for letting me know.

- Well, well you must be havin' the time of your life.

- Why do you say that, Miss Sarah?

- Oh, getting to spend time

with your uncle finally and everything.

- Oh (chuckles), Uncle Martin.

Dear, scary Uncle Martin.

- Sarah!

Hello darling.

Oh, how fabulous you look.

I always love

you in that dress. - Coming right up.

- It's new, Julia.

- Oh, yes, of course it is.

Oh, come and meet Roweejnee.

He doesn't understand

a word of English. - I'll be back

in one second, Clifford.

- Okie dokie.

(guests chattering) (gentle piano music)

- Hi, Clifford.

- Hi, Uncle Martin.

- Have you seen Sarah?

- She was taking off to meet someone named Roweejnee

by a lady who looks like this.

(Martin chuckles)

What makes her face look like that, Uncle Martin?

- That's what they call a facelift.

- What's a facelift?

- Oh!

- Oh!

- Let's not shout so much. - Oh, sorry.

I believe your drink

is right there. - Oh, thanks.

- [Annabelle] Martin.

- Oh, Mrs. Davis.

- Oh! -Aw!

- Oh, I knew you'd come.

Parker said you'd try to weasel

out of it but I knew better.

- Oh, not come to your 35th anniversary?

That would be unthinkable (laughs).

(Mrs. Davis laughs) (Clifford laughs)

- Is this Clifford?

- Yes, I believe it is me.

- I'm Sarah's mother.

I'm Annabelle.

- If you're Miss Sarah's mother,

you must be the most wonderful person

in the whole wide world.

(Annabelle squeals)

- What a gorgeous, gorgeous child!

Aw, mwah, mwah, mwah! - Wait.

Wait, no. (Annabelle smooching)

Wait!

I believe Uncle Martin would like

to offer you and toast on this somewhat auspicious occasion.

- Oh (laughs).

How sweet.

- Parker, Sarah?

Everybody, come on, gather 'round.

Sarah's Martin is toasting.

Come on quickly, quickly. - Aw!

- [Annabelle] Here we go.

- It's a toast.

- We, we, we raise our glasses.

- Oh, wow. - Wonderful.

- First, to Parker Davis,

the patriarch of the Davis family.

For 35 years a, a, a devoted husband

and a loving, loving father.

We love you very much, Sir.

(Sarah laughs)

- Hear hear.

- Hear hear.

- [Man] Cheers.

- Next...

(Martin gasps)

(Martin chuckles)

- Aren't you gonna say something nice about Sarah's mother?

(guests chattering faintly)

- [Parker] God damn it, Daniels, get on with it.

- Are you feeling okay, Martin?

(upbeat mischievous music) (ice cubes clinking)

(Martin yells) (glass shattering)

(guests exclaiming)

(Martin yelling)

- Oh, would you excuse us?

I just would like a word with my nephew.

- Yes, the paprika sauce was the talk of the party.

Pass it on. (staff grumbling)

- You're tr yin' to punish me

because I haven't taken you to Dinosaur World.

- What do you mean,

Uncle Martin? - What do I mean?

You put something in my drink.

- In your drink?

- In my drink, in my drink!

I thought my mouth was gonna burn off!

(Clifford chuckles)

You think it's funny?

- No (laughs).

It was funny, Uncle Martin, it was,

because you made a toast.

"Here's to Parker Davis.

We love you, Sir."

And then you held up the drink.

(Clifford imitates Martin choking)

Everyone was staring and saying, "What a goof!"

And then you ran over to the punch bowl.

(Clifford imitates Martin gulping)

(Martin chuckles) (Clifford laughing)

(Martin grunting)

(objects clattering)

- Oh, oh, oh, oh (laughs)!

- You see when, when you are looking at the baseball,

look at it! - Yes.

- Hit it, hit it. - Oh, I get it.

- Keep your eye on it. - I see now.

- Keep your eye on the ball!

- It's tricky to remember all the facts.

- Oh, so.

All right?

Okay?

- You good, good. - Yes.

Yes.

- They're starting to serve dinner now.

- Dinner is served.

- Oh, hungry boy am I.

- [Sarah] Clifford, maybe you'd like to go wash your hands.

- Oh.

(Clifford imitates cat purring)

(guests chattering)

- Goodbye, Captain.

- You'd tell me if you were having

a nervous breakdown wouldn't you?

(Martin laughs) (Sarah laughs)

- Nervous breakdown (chuckles).

(gentle music) (guests chattering)

- He says he wants me to fly to San Francisco

with him tomorrow to open a new daycare center.

- What did you say?

- I said yes.

Well, it's only for one night.

- You're spending the night in San Francisco with Ellis?

- (sighs) Well, he is my boss.

What was I supposed to say, no?

What is wrong with you tonight?

- Clifford, what are you doing?

- I'm sorry, Uncle Martin.

I just wanted to borrow your lip thingy stuff.

My lips are somewhat parched.

- You can't just put your hand

into somebody's pocket and no, you cannot borrow it.

It's not sanitary.

- Whatever you say, Uncle Martin.

- Here are your pickles, Sir.

- Oh, thank you ever so kindly, Sir.

- What a nice, polite young man you are.

- He said that even though you tend

to be a bit of a worrywart that he has every confidence

you'll come through in the end.

- Oh, and if I do maybe he'll take me

to San Francisco for the night, too.

- Just because I'm in a good mood and you're not,

you just can't stand it can you?

- I can stand it.

- Just forget it.

(Martin sighs)

- [Man] It's been paying on for about six months.

- [Woman] Well I'd certainly love one.

(guests chattering)

- [Man] Thank you.

See I made the dog...

- You look wonderful. - God, this is good.

- [Woman] I was born to (speaking faintly).

- [Man] Oh (laughs).

Nonsense.

Nonsense.

- Hi.

- [Man] Well, it's true.

- [Woman] Thank you.

- What the hell do you think you're doing?

- Oh, Martin, you are hysterical!

(all laughing)

- Go like this.

(all laughing)

- Martin, go to the bathroom and wipe it off.

(all laughing)

- There's a bathroom on the second floor, Madam.

- [Detective] Are you Martin Daniels?

- Yes.

- May I spend the night at your house, Miss Sarah?

- Oh, I...

- Madam, come quickly, please.

- You're making a terrible mistake.

This is an anniversary party.

Stop this!

I have a fiance...

(Martin grunts)

I'm Miss Davis' fiance!

- Martin?

- Sorry, ladies and gentlemen.

We are police officers.

Don't be alarmed.

This gentleman is suspected of planting an explosive device.

- What?

No, no! (guests clamoring)

I'm with the city!

- [Detective] Let's go.

- I'm designing a public transit system

for the entire city - This is a mistake!

- Of Los Angeles!

I have a fiance! - Honestly, this is insane!

You've made some sort of horrible mistake.

- We don't think so, Ma'am.

- Oh, please!

- Well, it's not as if I didn't warn her.

- Oh, but wait.

- Uncle Martin!

No!

- Oh, this is just awful.

- In the name of all that's holy, somebody help my uncle.

He's an innocent man I tell you!

An innocent man.

(mischievous music)

Mission accomplished, friend.

- Now why don't you just make things easier

on everybody and tell us where the bomb is hidden.

- What are you talking about?

Do I look like someone that would

put a bomb under City Hall?

I know what you're tr yin' to do.

You're tr yin' to get a confession out

of me by grilling me under these hot lights.

- Sorry.

(officers chattering faintly)

- Well, now I can't see anything.

That's...

- [Detective] Is that better?

- It, it...

Look, I don't wanna make this about lighting.

Let's just move on with it.

- You wanted to get caught.

You were the one who called us!

- What?

- Yeah.

- Hi, this is Martin Daniels.

I'm not home right now,

but I've got a bomb under City Hall.

Talk to you later.

Oh, wait, no, no.

This is part of my answering machine message.

This is a prank!

This is a joke.

You don't have to believe me.

Call my home, call my home.

- Here. (dial ton humming)

Speaker's on.

(phone beeping)

(line trilling)

- [Clifford] Hi, this is Clifford.

I can't tell you where my Uncle Martin is right now,

but I'll give you a hint.

Kaboom!

(phone beeps) (upbeat mischievous music)

- Clifford?

Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you!

- Morning, Miss Sarah.

Whew, you're all dressed up to go dreaming

and don't tell me I'm wrong.

- Oh, thank you.

I didn't hear you get up.

- I've been up since five.

I don't sleep as much as one might assume.

- Well, I see you found something to eat.

(Martin knocking)

- Hi.

It's the jailbird.

- [Sarah] Oh, Martin, I've been so worried.

(Martin chuckles)

- You've been worried?

There he is.

Hi, Clifford, you okay?

- Hi, Uncle Martin.

How was your stay in penitentiary?

Did you meet any interesting hoodlums?

(Martin laughs)

(Clifford grunts)

- So what happened?

Are you really in trouble?

- Oh, wait 'til you hear this.

I've told you about Larry Gold, right?

- No.

- You know Larry Gold, Mr. Practical Jokes?

The whole thing was a set up.

- Oh!

Oh no, I don't believe what I'm hearing.

- I don't believe what I'm hearing either.

(Martin laughs) (milk splashing)

- Oh honey, be careful how you eat your cereal.

Use a napkin.

This boy and his cereal (laughs).

- So explain to me what happened.

- Larry gold tapes my answering machine message,

then he tapes a conversation with me on the phone,

he edits the two of them together,

the police play it for me and I think I'm going insane.

- That's sick.

- It gets better.

The two cops who arrested me

at the party are Larry's cousins.

- No!

Oh, now, I don't think that's funny at all.

- I didn't either and then I sat down

and I started thinking about it and I got to laughing.

(Martin laughs) (tableware clattering)

- It is funny.

- Those guys are certifiable.

- [Martin] Tell me about it.

- Oh God, I'm so relieved.

Oh, now, Clifford, see?

Didn't I tell you that everything would be just fine?

- Yes, you did.

But I don't like those men, Miss Sarah.

They're liars and everybody knows

that liars eventually get caught.

- (chuckles) That's right you little peckerhead.

- Okay, I'll see you tomorrow

and try to get some sleep, Martin.

You look exhausted.

- Yeah.

I got a lotta work to catch up with.

Listen, I'm sorry I was such

a jerk about your trip with Ellis.

- Oh, I know sweetheart, I know.

Okay, so I'm gonna be eta yin' at the Wimberton Hotel,

so you can phone my suite every five minutes.

- You have a suite?

- Yes.

Bye, Clifford.

Try to make sure by the time I get back

your Uncle's not workin' on a chain gang.

(Martin laughs) (Sarah laughs)

- That's very good, that's very good.

- Okay, bye-

- Bye.

(gentle music)

(door slams)

- Bye.

- [Clifford] Bye bye-

- [Martin] Bye.

- Bye. - Get in the car.

(birds chirping)

I am now out on bail.

Are you listening to me?

Are you?

- Yes, I am.

- I have a criminal record.

But you know what you're gonna have?

- What?

- You're gonna have a one way ticket back to your parents.

- Don't send me back to my parents.

They hate me!

- Not as much as I do!

(Clifford sobs)

Oh, stop with the fake tears.

- I'm not faking.

I am sorry.

I'll admit anything, just don't send me back to my parents.

I'll even tell Miss Sarah that I was the one

who put the lipstick in your pocket, which I didn't.

It was her father who did it!

He wanted to embarrass you!

He said that you were a simple minded moron.

- Sarah's father called me a moron?

- A simple minded moron.

- And Sarah's father put the lipstick in my pocket?

- Yes.

- Why would he do that?

- 'Cause he hates you.

I don't know why.

I certainly think you're a nice enough sort.

- I suppose that Sarah's father also put

the hot sauce in my drink?

- That I don't know.

- You don't? - No.

- You don't? - No.

- You don't? - No.

- You have no idea who did that?

- I would suspect the bartender.

- Oh, you would suspect

the bartender. - Theory, just.

- Well, you know, I would suspect someone else!

Now who could that be?

- If you are about to say what I think you're about to say,

then I don't wanna hear it,

because Sarah Davis loves you, Uncle Martin.

She wouldn't do that.

Oh, she has problems with you

but every relationship goes through that.

Oh!

Oh you're...

You don't think it was me?

Oh, Uncle Martin!

- Stop!

And I had to be made naked in the jail!

I was strip searched!

I was humiliated!

- I know, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry that I made the tape.

Oh, God it was wrong, Uncle Martin.

Why did I do it?

Why?

I think I know why.

Because I was so angry at you for having promised

that you would take me to Dinosaur World

and then breaking that promise, Uncle Martin!

- What is it with you and Dinosaur World?

It's a sick thing.

You're obsessed with this Dinosaur World.

- I believe that Dinosaur World is the only place

where a boy like me can be happy.

(Clifford sobbing)

(Martin sighs)

- Listen to me, listen to me!

Shut up a minute.

Listen!

Shut up.

Will you listen to me? - Yes.

- Will you listen to me? - I'm listening.

-All right, all right.

(birds chirping)

Don't put the dinosaur on me like that.

Just leave the dinosaur over there.

Just leave the dinosaur over there like that.

I'm trying to tell you something.

When I...

When I was a little boy...

You know, you touch the dinosaur, I'm gonna kill you.

- Stephen wanted to stand here...

- Give me the dinosaur, give it!

I'll rip it's head off!

Give it to me.

God Almighty, boy!

Now listen to me!

I'm trying to tell you something to help you.

(Martin sighs)

Clifford, I'm trying to tell you something

about when I was a little boy growing

up in Chicago, all right?

- Yes.

- There was a great amusement park called Riverview.

(Clifford gasps)

Did your father tell you about it?

- Yes.

- I thought that was the only place

where a boy like me could be happy,

but my father never took me there,

and then one clay they tore it down

before I ever got to go there.

I understand how you feel, Clifford.

- You do?

- [Martin] Yes.

- Does it ever get easier my Uncle Martin?

- Not really.

All right, now listen to me.

Listen to me.

Here's the deal.

You go to your room, write a confession

that I will take to the police,

and I will not send you back to your parents,

and you tell Sarah that you and I are the best of friends.

- And we are, aren't we?

- Shut up.

But if you even look at me funny,

if you do one thing that I find weird,

which is like, your middle name...

See now, you're doin' it right now.

Can you just act like a human boy for one minute here?

Look at me like a person.

You can't do it for more than a few...

Look at me like a human boy.

Don't mess around with me.

You're gonna be back on that plane.

You understand me?

- I understand that I love you.

-All right, all right, all right, let it go, let it go.

Let it go.

- Stephen walked back.

(Martin grunting) (Clifford gasping)

- [Martin] Give me that, Clifford!

- He says, please don't hurt him.

He's the only one left in his family.

- All right, you know something?

Take the dinosaur and go to your room with the,

I don't want the dinosaur.

You take the dinosaur.

Go ahead, go head, write your confession.

- Yes.

- Pretty soon there won't be anyone left in his family.

(monitor beeping)

Okay, I've got 20 hours.

(upbeat mischievous music)

I can do it if I don't panic.

(monitor beeps)

Clifford, come on down and get some lunch.

Clifford!

(upbeat mischievous music)

- [Clifford] "My dearest Uncle Martin,

I have failed you in so many ways

that I decided to take the 1 :45 train

to San Francisco to try to find Miss Sarah Davis.

I love you with all the love I have in my little boy heart.

Clifford."

- My God, what have I clone?

(upbeat mischievous music)

Clifford!

(passengers chattering) (upbeat mischievous music)

Clifford!

Clifford!

(upbeat mischievous music)

Have you seen this boy?

- [Ticket Collector] No, Sir.

(upbeat mischievous music)

(train rattling)

Have you seen this boy?

- No, no, I haven't.

- Oh.

(dramatic music) (train rattling)

♪ San Francisco ♪

♪ Open your Golden Gate ♪

♪ You'll let nobody wait outside your door ♪

♪ San Francisco, here is your wanderin' one ♪

♪ Saying I'll wander no more ♪

♪ Other places only make me love you best ♪

♪ Tell me you're the one and only golden west ♪

(Clifford vocalizing)

("San Francisco")

- Would you like a ham?

(boy's finger's snapping) (upbeat rock music)

("San Francisco")

- [Conductor] San Francisco.

(engine revving) (kids cheering)

(phone ringing) (upbeat rock music)

- Hello?

- Who's this?

- This is Bryan, who's this?

- Who's house is this?

- It's the kid who's throwin' the party.

I think his name is Clifford.

- Is Clifford there?

- No, actually last time I saw him

he was in the backyard bashin' the shit out of a pinata.

He said we could use his house

for the party if we took him to Dinosaur World tomorrow.

Do you want me to get him?

- Oh, I'll get later.

(upbeat mischievous music)

- [Driver] Where you goin'?

- The airport.

Swing by the Wimberton Hotel.

(engine rumbling) (upbeat mischievous music)

Driver, let's just forget about the hotel.

Let's go right to the airport.

What am I doin'?

(upbeat mischievous music)

Wait a minute, wait a minute, stop the car, stop the car!

- [Driver] Buddy, buddy.

- I'll get out here.

- [Driver] What are you talkin' about?

Hey, don't get out here. - Now.

- [Driver] You're gonna get hit.

(dramatic music) (horn honking)

- This is not just from me.

This is from all of us at the company.

Here, let me help you with it here.

(Sarah chuckles)

I saw you eyeing it.

There you go.

Little tight.

(Sarah chuckles) (Mr. Ellis chuckles)

You like it?

- Oh, I didn't know what to say.

It's very beautiful.

(Sarah exclaims)

- What?

What's the matter?

- Nothing.

I'm so excited (exclaims).

Just excited.

- I thought you would be.

I'd like to go to the ladies room

and see how it looks on me.

- Okay-

- Okay-

So I'll be right back.

Excuse me.

(gentle orchestral music)

What are you doing spying on me like this?

- What am I doing, what are you doing?

What's with the necklace?

(horn honking)

- He didn't give this necklace to me,

the whole company gave this necklace to me

and anyway I have - Oh, come on, you...

- no intention of actually keeping it.

You are such a baby.

Clifford should be babysittin' you.

- Oh no, thanks.

I prefer babysitters who aren't affiliated

with the Manson Family.

(horn honking)

- What are you talking about?

Where is Clifford?

- Oh, don't worry about Clifford.

He'll be happy if you gave him a ton of sugar

and a book about Hitler.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- I mean, Clifford is responsible for me being here.

He tricked me into coming to San Francisco.

- Oh, come on now.

Why would he do that?

- Why would he do that?

Because he wanted to throw a party,

that's why he would do that.

You don't know the first thing about Hitler, Clifford.

He's a lying, conniving, evil little monster.

(Sarah exhales sharply)

- You see, Martin?

That is the reason why you and I can never get married.

If Clifford were your own son,

you'd be talkin' about him this same way.

It was all a big act, wasn't it?

The special relationship with Clifford, the loving uncle.

Well, let me tell you something.

You're a phony!

Believe me, I can spot a phony a mile away.

- Excuse me honey, have you seen

a gray Collie dog around here?

- No, Ma'am, I haven't.

(horns honking) (rain pattering)

That's why I feel sorry for you Martin,

'cause you're just gonna end up one very lonely old man.

(thunder rumbling) (solemn music)

Don't think you won't age.

You call me a lonely old man and a phony.

(solemn music) (rain pattering)

(upbeat music) (kids cheering)

♪ I like the way you move ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ I like the way you move ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ I like the way you move ♪

(engine rumbling)

(Sarah grunting)

- You creep!

No!

- Oh, I think you broke a rib.

- Oh, I'm gonna break more than that if you try that again.

- Oh, don't do that.

(horn honking) (Sarah panting)

- And as for this stupid thing which

I had no intention of keeping in the first place...

- No?

- No.

(Sarah panting)

Don't think I don't know what you're doing

with your romantic little dinners

and your showering me with gifts (sighs).

What is this thing, soldered on?

(Mr. Ellis chuckles)

It's not funny, shut up.

- Lemme help.

" No!

- Oh, Oh.

- Oh!

Thanks but no thanks.

- Hm.

Aw, honey.

If you think this threatened little high school virgin act

is turnin' me off,

you're wrong.

- Oh God!

(Sarah yells)

(upbeat mischievous music)

Oh my God, it's true (laughs)!

- Put that back.

- No.

- Put that back on my head.

- [Sarah] No. (window whirring)

- No, no!

No, you don't!

(dramatic music)

- [Martin] Not like that.

Oh, this isn't gonna work.

(Martin grumbling faintly)

(brakes squealing) (pensive music)

(dramatic music)

- Clifford!

- [Clifford] Uncle Martin!

(dramatic music)

- [Martin] Clifford!

- Uncle Martin, I am so glad you're here.

I got in a train to run away,

when a person tried to touch my no-no special place.

And then when I got back there were bikers here

and they tied me up, Uncle Martin!

And then they told me stories that they do on their bikes.

Some of them were fun, but some of them were scary.

(door slams)

(hammer thudding) (dramatic music)

(phone ringing)

- Hi, this is Clifford. (Martin grumbling)

I can't tell you where my Uncle Martin

is right now but I'll give you a hint.

(phone clattering)

(horn honking)

Hello?

- Clifford?

- Miss Sarah Davis?

- How are you?

- Not very good.

- [Sarah] Why?

- Because Uncle Martin is becoming nutty nuts.

He went away for the longest time and when he came back,

he was like a crazy person.

- I know what you mean Clifford

but I think he's just overworked.

I'll get the first plane home in the morning

and I'll see you then.

- I love you, Miss Sarah Davis.

- I love you too, Clifford.

(Clifford panting) (gentle music)

- Oo, sometimes I scare myself.

(upbeat mischievous music)

(boards clattering)

(Sarah gasps)

Oh, aren't you a sight for sore eyes.

- Oh! - Oh, Miss Sarah Davis,

my little mouth is parched from my long night of bondage.

- You poor clear, darling.

Are you okay? (Clifford panting)

What has he done to you?

- I don't know.

- Why don't you ask him how he got tied up like that.

Tell her about the bikers and your clay of no-no place.

- You stay away from him.

- And it wasn't Larry Gold

who made the bomb threat, it was him!

- I don't know what he's talking about.

Why is his face twisted so?

- [Sarah] Martin, you need help.

- He's the one who needs help!

He's the one!

Good, take him away, but don't blame me

when his head starts spinning around!

Watch out for the green vomit!

(upbeat mischievous music)

(door slams)

(watch beeps)

Oh, God!

Cassette.

My model cassette, where is it?

How did he get out?

Ah!

(upbeat mischievous music) (objects clattering)

Gee, I don't like him.

(Martin groans)

- We live in an age of gridlock.

Our projections for the year 2000

indicate that the average speed

is going to be five - Where have you been?

To 20 miles an hour. - You should've been here

an hour ago.

I've been listening to this idiot for...

What are you lookin' at?

- Nothin'.

- Good.

Did you make the changes on the model?

- Yes, I made the changes on the model.

- Yeah, yeah, but you didn't shave.

We got the entire press corps here.

You look like shit.

- I look like shit?

Yeah, well you look like, Willie Nelson.

- Thank you. - Good to see ya.

(audience applauding)

Ladies and gentlemen, at this time,

I'd like to introduce the man who was

the chief designer of this entire mass trans project.

Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Martin Daniels.

Marty, come on up here you son of a gun.

(audience applauding)

Come on.

Come on.

They love you.

That's it.

Hey.

Go get 'em.

(audience applauding)

- Thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen, thank you very much.

I just wanna say that...

(explosion booming)

(all screaming) (rubble clattering)

(dramatic music) (audience members clamoring)

- [Man] Look out!

(fire extinguisher hissing)

- Congratulations, Clifford.

Brilliant.

- Who the hell is responsible for this?

(Mr. Ellis coughs)

- I am.

- You're fired.

- Of course I am.

- By the way, I happen to love Willie Nelson.

(pensive music)

- I underestimated the evil one.

Oh, Clifford, what shall we do?

Whatever shall we do now?

(dramatic music)

(recorder trilling)

(dramatic music)

(engine rumbling) (pensive music)

♪ I'm Larry the Scary Rex ♪

♪ I'm a scary dinosaur but ♪

♪ Don't be scared of my sharp, sharp teeth ♪

♪ Or my mighty, mighty roar ♪

♪ I love kids and kids love me ♪

Shut up!

(engine rumbling) (frogs croaking)

(gentle music)

There it is, Clifford.

Dinosaur World.

Are you HAPPY?

- I say I'm the happiest boy

in the whole wide world, Uncle Mental Case.

- I'm the mental case?

But you're the one in the straight jacket.

- Yes, well I imagine when they put

you in yours they'll need a much larger one, Sir.

- That's cute.

(gentle music) (engine rumbling)

(brakes squealing)

(horn honking)

Hi, Mitchell.

- [Mitchell] Oh, hi Mr. Daniels.

- This little fella's just crazy about dinosaurs.

I'd like to take him on a little tour.

I'll take full responsibility.

- Yes, Sir.

- And throw some light on the rex, would ya?

- Okie dokie.

(pensive music) (engine rumbling)

(dramatic music)

(lights clicking)

(exhaust hissing)

- Climb aboard, Clifford.

Are you excited, Clifford?

- Yes, 'cause this has always been my dream, Uncle Martin.

- Yes, the same way as building

a transit system was always my dream.

- Why do you say was?

Has something happened to it?

- "Has something happened to it?"

We'll see how you feel about

your dream after being on the ride for 10 hours.

- 10 hours?

Oo, I would imagine I would like it even more!

- Then we'll see you how you feel after 100 hours.

(ride beeps)

(Clifford gasps)

(upbeat mischievous music) (ride chugging)

(Clifford whooping)

(upbeat mischievous music) (ride chugging)

- Whoa (laughs)!

(dramatic music) (Clifford screaming)

(Teddy shrieking)

- Hello, I'm Teddy the Pterodactyl.

I'd turn back if I were you.

Larry is in a horrid mood.

Things haven't been going very well

around here lately and... (volcanoes rumbling)

Oh clear!

(Clifford screaming) (upbeat mischievous music)

Whoa (laughs)!

(dramatic music) (air whooshing)

(pensive music)

(skeleton laughing) (Clifford gasps)

(gentle music)

(thunder rumbling)

(Teddy shrieking)

- You'd better get out before it's too late.

Get out!

Save yourself!

No one has ever wandered into Larry's lair

and lived to tell the tale.

(pensive music)

(dramatic music) (Clifford screams)

(Larry roaring) (dramatic music)

- Oh boy, you're big.

(dramatic music) (Larry roaring)

- [Teddy] Use your laser.

It's the only chance of surviving.

(dramatic music)

- Lady Luck, you owe me.

(button clicks) (laser whizzing)

(dramatic music) (Larry shrieking)

(gentle music)

Stephen, we did it!

We killed that big lug!

- [Teddy] Bravo!

And don't forget our new frozen yogurt bar!

♪ Larry the scary rex ♪

♪ He's a scary dinosaur ♪

♪ But don't be scared of his sharp, sharp teeth ♪

♪ Or his mighty, might roar ♪

♪ He loves kids and kids love him ♪

♪ Even though his toes are ♪

(pensive music)

- Was that scary?

- That was so much fun.

By the way, how many years do you think you'll get

for kidnapping me Uncle 10 Most Wanted?

- Life.

Let's go a little faster shall we?

' Yes!

(dramatic music)

(Clifford screaming) (dramatic music)

(watch beeps)

(Clifford groaning)

- Was that scary?

- Not at all.

A thought occurred to me.

Do you think that Miss Sarah and Mr. Ellis perhaps

would name their first child Martin?

- That is so cute.

You know, Clifford, I really shouldn't

put this in hyper drive,

but I just can't seem to help myself.

Oh well.

(dramatic music)

(Clifford screaming) (dramatic music)

- Oh boy!

(water splashing)

(Clifford screaming) (dramatic music)

(skeleton laughing)

- Hello, I'm Terry the Pterodactyl.

I'm Terry the Pterodactyl.

I'd turn back if I were you,

I'd turn back if I were you.

(speech recording whirring) (Larry roars)

(Clifford gasps)

(Terry thuds)

(dramatic music) (panel beeping)

(metal clanging) (electricity crackling)

(alarm blaring) (dramatic music)

(electricity crackling) (dramatic music)

(metal clanging) (dramatic music)

(Clifford screams) (dramatic music)

(electricity crackling) (pensive music)

- Someone, help!

(electricity crackles) (pensive music)

(Clifford gasps)

(Larry roars) (pensive music)

(Clifford groans)

(dramatic music) (electricity crackling)

Uncle Martin, save me!

(pensive music)

Uncle Martin?

- I'm thinking it over.

- Please, I'm scared.

- Well, I'm scared of what might happen if I save you!

I mean, maybe I should do mankind

a tremendous favor and let that dinosaur eat you.

I mean, who knows what horrors you might unleash.

What if you got your hands on some plutonium?

"I just made the bestest nuclear bomb

in the whole wide world."

(mechanism hissing)

(dramatic music)

(Clifford screams) (Martin gasps)

(electricity crackling) (dramatic music)

(Larry roars) (Clifford gasps)

(dramatic music)

- Uncle Martin!

- Oh!

(Martin yells)

(electricity crackling) (dramatic music)

Take my hand.

Come on.

(Larry roaring) (pensive music)

- Help me, please.

(Martin grunting) (pensive music)

(Clifford grunts)

(dramatic music) (Martin grunting)

- Come on, come on.

(Larry roars) (pensive music)

(metal clanging) (Clifford gasping)

(dramatic music)

(Larry roaring) (electricity crackling)

(gentle music)

- I'm sorry.

- No, no, Clifford, don't, don't.

I don't wanna hug you.

I can't imagine anyone ever wanting to hug you.

- But I really am sorry.

- You really are sorry?

You know, sorrow is a human emotion,

but as we know, you're not a human boy.

You're just this destructive thing.

Eventually, everyone just gets to hate you.

(solemn music)

(Larry roaring faintly)

Let's go.

- If that's what you feel,

why should I go with you then?

- Then don't go with me.

It's your choice.

(gentle music)

- For the first time in my life, I felt very confused.

I had thought that I didn't care

how Uncle Martin felt about me, but I was wrong,

and his words had devastated me.

And I thought I was so clever.

And yet, I hadn't figured out until that moment,

that if you destroy everyone

who stands in the way of your dreams,

then you end up alone with no dreams at all.

(crow cawing)

- Is that what's gonna happen to me?

- You?

(Clifford chuckles)

No.

You're much too intelligent for that.

(Roger sighs) (gentle music)

(children chattering)

- Did your uncle ever forgive you?

- I begged him to.

I sent him over 287 letters of apology,

all of them returned unopened.

(ball thuds)

You're improving, Lofty (chuckles).

- Whatever became of his girlfriend?

- Miss Sarah Davis.

Well, one clay out of the blue,

which is an expression we used to use back then,

I received a phone call from her,

with the bestest request in the whole wide world.

(triumphant music)

♪ La, la, la ♪

♪ La, la, la, la, la ♪

(Clifford gasps)

(gentle music)

(suspenseful music)

(triumphant music)

Uncle Martin had forgiven me,

and that single act of kindness changed my life.

- Thank you, Father.

- You're welcome, Roger.

(gentle music)

- Hey, Father?

You were some kid.

I'd really have to go a long way to match you, but I won't.

- [Clifford] Why is that, son?

- I want people to like me.

- How you gonna do that, Roger?

- I'm gonna write 287 letters of apology.

-Ah.

- See you next week, Father.

- Bye bye.

(gentle music) (children chattering)

Mission accomplished, old friend.

(triumphant music)

(upbeat mischievious music)

(upbeat triumphant music)

(gentle music)

♪ La, la, la ♪

♪ La, la, la, la ♪

♪ La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la ♪

♪ La, la, la, la, la ♪

♪ La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la ♪

♪ La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la ♪

♪ La, la, la ♪

(lion roaring)