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(Man Narrating): Remember..

Arthur was a little boy who wanted to save his grandparents' home.

(Yells) He asked

the two-millimeter tall Minimoys who lived at the bottom of his garden

to help find a mysterious treasure held by the diabolical Maltazard

and his son, Darkos. (Growling)

- Hey, hero, let's go.

- Princess Selenia and her little brother

Betamechejoined Arthur on his adventure.

- Waah.

- And after many brave exploits and close shaves,

they thwarted Maltazard's plan. - Damn.

- Father, get me. - And at last recovered the treasure.

- Here. (Gasps)

- Bravo, my boy.

- Ten moons later, Arthur received an S. O.S.

- Oh, my God.

- He made it back to the Minimoys as fast as he could.

- Please. Stop.

(Screaming)

- With his friend Max and his flying ladybug,

Arthur went to the rescue.

(Yelling)

After freeing Betameche from an army of unicorns...

(Burps)

he finally reached the Minimoy village. - Hi.

(Cheering, Applause) - Arthur. It's Arthur.

- Only to discover that the call for help was a trap set for him

by the loathsome Maltazard.

(Gasps)

Maltazard was determined to take Arthur's place

on the return trip out of the Minimoys' world...

(Grunts)

(Yelling) ... into the human world.

Now M is bigger and stronger than ever

How can Arthur, Betameche and Selenia stop him?

(Sinister Laughing)

At last, you're going to find out.

(Chirping, Squawking)

- They're so excitable today.

Strange. Spring's long gone.

Hey. What's going on?

(Chirping) What?

(Chirps) That's awful.

(Gasping, Stammering)

Hey, beautiful, we'll finish this off later.

I have to warn the king.

(Grunts)

Whoa. Ohh.

Whoa. Whaa.

(Grunts) Come on, taxi.

(Grunting)

- Aaah.

(Squeaks)

(Chittering Angrily)

(Roars)

- Ouch! (Grunting)

(Yelling)

Whoo-hoo!

(Grunts)

- Did you just knock? - Yes. With my head.

- Geez, why can't you use your hands like everybody else?

- There's no time to explain.

I need to see the king. - Hmph.

(Sighs)

(Sighs)

(Grunting)

(Sighs) - Arthur.

This can't be a good omen. Do something to help, will you?

- I'll try. - Right.

- Still going on? - Yes.

- Mm-mmm. (Grunting)

- Hi. - Hi.

- Don't you think we should try to come up with a plan first

before we go charging off on a new adventure?

- We have to catch Evil M before he can do any harm. That's the plan.

- The Evil M is probably seven foot tall by now. We're two millimeters tall.

- Seven feet, two millimeters. What's the difference?

You don't measure a soldier's bravery in inches.

- You're right. It's by the number of people who turn out for his funeral.

Selenia, you have no idea what seven foot is.

Despite all its powers, your sword'll be useless. He'll use it to pick his teeth.

- Maybe he will. Maybe I fail.

But I am a princess of royal blood and I will defend my kingdom to my last breath.

(Grunting)

- Awesome. Great speech, Sis. Meantime, the sword's still in the stone.

- Beta, tell me. - Yes?

- It's been a long time since I've beat you up, hasn't it?

- No.

(Both Grunting)

- Cut it out. The best plan is definitely not to beat each other up.

- So, what is the best plan, Mr. Smarty-Pants?

- We have to take a minute and think. Calmly, okay?

M is very tall, and we're very small.

But he's a stranger in a world I know very well.

- And knowing M, he won't take long to raise an army and invade my country.

- And now he's so big, he can travel faster and he can go farther.

- And I think that leaves us with only one option. We have to grow too.

- Bravo, Arthur. The perfect solution.

Now maybe you'll tell us how you plan on growing us?

Maybe gulping down tons of selenial soup

to make a quick gain of, oh, one millimeter?

- No, but there has to be a solution. - He's right.

It's written in the Big Book, page 712:

"Where there's no solution, there's no problem."

- Well, little brother, guess what, there is a problem,

and the solution is not gonna be found in any book.

- In a book. Of course. You're so right.

The solution isn't in a book. It's between two books.

- Huh?

- Listen to me. In Archibald's study, I saw a vial between two books.

It contains an elixir that makes you go from Minimoy size to human size.

- So, we're not human enough for you?

Huh. - No, that's not what I...

Selenia, please. This is no time to pick fights.

Adventure is waiting for us.

(Grunting) (Gasping)

- By the great forest. I'll never get used to that.

- Wow. - Hmph.

- Check. It's the latest, the greatest. Don't even try to hate us.

- Bust a move, Picasso. It's the cops.

- You do not appreciate my offer.

- Simon, your badge.

Your badge should be four fingers over your left pocket, son, no place else.

- What? Sorry, Chief.

Thanks for the tip.

(Clangs)

- Oh. Martin.

That was fast. - You holler, we're here. That's our motto.

- Yes, I know.

And who's that?

- He's... my new partner.

Just out of school.

I'm trying to teach him the rudiments of the job.

You know, the dos and don'ts, the ins and outs, the hows and how not tos.

- Well, just one month and he's already crawling.

That's a promising recruit. (Laughing)

- Simon.

- Chief.

I lost my badge. - Find it.

- You know, it was my son-in-law that insisted on calling you.

I wouldn't have disturbed you for anything so minor.

- Hello, Martin. - Miss Rose, a pleasure.

- You must be dying of thirst from this heat.

I'll make you some nice fresh lemonade.

- That would be great. Thank you.

What exactly happened?

- Oh, it was nothing. A little too much sun on his head.

When the temperature rises, the heat makes you see things.

- Well, let me talk to him.

Well then, sir...

what, uh, exactly did we see today?

(Grunting) - I saw the devil.

(Grunting)

- The devil. - Uhh.

- And, uh, what did this devil look like?

- Oh, about 10 feet tall with a big hat and, uh...

wings on his back.

- Interesting.

Skin color? White, black, yellow?

- Green. With blue tints.

- Any distinguishing features?

- Oh, a big nose without nostrils...

and holes all over the rest of his body.

One tiny arm that seemed kind of withered compared to the other,

which was enormous with these kind of pincers

he used to pick me up and throw me down.

I was so scared I called for me mother.

(Rose): Mom.

Hello, Martin. - Ma'am.

- Oh. One more thing.

I think he likes marshmallows.

- I think I have all I need.

- Okay.

- I'm going to write up my report, and we'll be in touch.

(Laughing)

Simon.

Archibald, I don't want to alarm you,

but the situation might be worse than you think.

- Don't worry about it. I've known him since he was this high.

I know how to talk to him.

- Talking's fine,

but in this situation, you might consider isolating him.

- Definitely.

But before we can isolate him, we have to catch him.

Then we'll break the spell and he'll shrink back to his three-millimeter height.

Everything'll soon be back to normal.

Thanks for stopping by.

- Chief, I...

I still can't find my badge.

- First things first. Let's get out of this madhouse.

- Whoa! - Aah!

(Sighs) That is so typical of humans.

Just throwing things away without a word of warning.

- What is this thing? - It's a police badge.

My parents must have called the police when they saw I'd disappeared.

- When I disappear, mine invite people over to celebrate. Hmph!

- Are you sure this is the best way of getting to my world?

- Watch out.

(Beta): Yuck. It's like a swamp.

- It's only mud. - Not quite.

(Arthur Groans)

- Where did they all come from?

- Three days of rain and you end up with

a mud feast for every bug in a 10-mile radius.

- Look at 'em. They'll eat anything. - Or anybody.

- Selenia's right about us as a team.

We'll just end up getting in each other's way.

Hey. I'll let you two go ahead.

Good idea, huh? - I have a better one.

Hop on. We'll slide right over them.

All aboard the Bug Express.

(Grunts) - Whoa!

(All Yelling)

How do you steer this thing?

- You don't. You just lean to one side or the other.

- Sure, but which side? - Right.

(All Yelling)

Left! (Yelling)

- Arthur, what about braking?

- You just wait for the slope to flatten out.

(All Screaming)

- Ohh!

They are huge this year.

You gotta wonder if that new factory isn't spewing out some weird stuff.

- Hey, Chief, in the heat the road looks like it's warped.

(Chuckling) - Yeah. It's like in the desert, a mirage.

Pretty soon you'll be seeing palm trees.

- Hey, you're right. I do see a palm tree right in the middle of the road.

- It's an optical illusion.

It's really that water tower about a mile down there.

- Hmm.

- That's a heck of an illusion. It looks like it's moving.

- Just wait a couple of seconds. Your palm tree will completely disappear.

- Chief, th-that's not a palm tree!

- The devil! (Both Yelling)

(Groans)

- Do you know him? (Yelling)

- Ugh! (Grumbles)

- The Evil M has vanished.

- What do you mean, vanished?

- We searched every inch of the forest. There's no trace of him.

- He couldn't have just flown away. His wings haven't worked for ages.

- He will come back. We'll hide and wait for him.

- Hide? All eight feet of you?

You don't really think that nobody's gonna notice...

- Which pipe is the right one?

- This one's for my room, which is right next to Archibald's study.

- Hmm. Perfect.

(Sighs) - We have to climb all the way up?

- Aw, don't worry. We're gonna take a bubble.

- Oh.

(Whimpering) - We'd like to take a trip.

- Anybody ever teach you to say hello when you wake someone up?

- Hello. We'd like to take a trip.

- I know it's for a trip. What other reason would anyone ever wake me up?

For my pleasant mood and sparkling conversation?

- Ugh! - Right.

I hope you at least know where you're going.

- Yeah, that pipe there,

with the red lever. - Perfect.

Hmph!

(Grunting)

Right! Stay seated, avoid sharp objects and loud noises.

Got it? - Okay.

- Flight time is about five minutes.

Thank you for using our company, and we hope to see you again in a million years.

- Not exactly a great sales strategy.

- Listen here. If I chose this backwater outpost, it wasn't to do business.

It was to be left alone,

not to be woken up every five minutes like my poor...

- Somebody made a trip before us? - Yes, only a few days ago.

Some poor slob who was weeping like a willow.

- What did he look like?

- Uh, pretty big guy, nasty armor.

Nice eyes, but a real blockhead.

(All Gasping): Darkos!

- That's the one.

(All): No!

- Please! Please! Open up! - Let us out, please!

- Have a nice trip. - We want to get out!

(Yells)

- Well, there you go. You talk about bad luck and it comes running.

- Beta, don't be so superstitious.

- Do you think we're gonna stay like this for a long time?

- Yeah.

Until someone in this dump gets the great idea to turn on the water.

(Sighs)

- Douglas, see who's on the list today. I need four volunteers.

- What happened?

- We s-saw a mirage...

and, uh, a palm tree.

- So what? - So, it wasn't a mirage.

And it wasn't a palm tree. - Well, what was it then?

- It was the devil.

- What?

- On top of that, I lost my badge.

(Siren Wailing)

(Woman Humming)

- Oh, good morning, Mrs. Springier.

- Good morning, Mrs. Kerman. - How are you today?

- Very well indeed. - Now, what can I do for you today?

- I need a new tablecloth. - Oh, please come in.

Let me show you what we've got. Are you looking for linen or lace?

Oh, I have just the thing!

(Grunts)

Look. This just came from France.

- Really? - Yes! Isn't it beautiful?

- Good day, Mrs. Springier.

- Hmm. (Bell Dings)

If it's a client, I'll give them a 50% discount.

(Screaming)

(Whimpering)

I'm sorry.

I-I-I was expecting someone else.

(Stammering)

H-How can I help you? - I saw your ad.

Hmm. Nice work.

- Oh... thank you.

Uh...

How can I help you?

- I want my old face back again.

- What did you look like before?

- I was young, good-looking...

a proud and willful warrior

determined to conquer both lands and hearts.

Now look at me. I'm nothing but a ghost of my former self.

- I have to say you're not exactly...

easy on the eyes.

Um...

But how did it happen? - Poisoning.

- I've seen some horrible cases in my day, but nothing compares to this.

Oh, sorry. I mean in terms of decomposition.

Who poisoned you?

- A woman. - Oh.

Women can be terrifyingly merciless sometimes.

- Yes. Beetles, especially.

- Look, the best thing for you to do is to go home...

take a few magazines and cut out everything you like: nose, mouth, ears.

Then you come back with your clippings and I'll see what I can do, okay?

Oh!

- I know exactly what I want.

(Stammering)

- I'll cancel all my appointments and see you right now!

Just show me what you want and I'll do it.

(Grunts)

- I don't want to be called Evil M anymore.

- Uh, okay. (Yelling)

- I want to be called M the magician.

- Okay.

- Doesn't anyone in your family ever wash? - Of course.

Usually, the first into the bathroom is my father for a quick shave.

After that, when we're at home, my mother generally takes a bath.

But when we're at Grandma's, she likes to water the flowers.

(Grunts)

- Why is the faucet always so hard to turn?

- And if my mother doesn't release us, Grandma will

because by this time she's usually in the kitchen

peeling and washing vegetables for lunch.

- Hello, Mrs. Sprinkler. I'm so sorry to bother you.

I was just wondering if by any chance you've seen my Arthur

somewhere in your fields?

- And if Grandma doesn't get us out of here, Grandpa certainly will.

- So, you're saying we should have gotten moving ages ago.

- In theory, uh, yes.

(Groans) - I knew it. It's fate.

We displeased the goddess of the forest. Now she's getting even.

- Stop complaining, Betameche. It could be worse.

- Oh, there's worse than being stuck in a bubble in a rotten pipe full of water?

- Uh-huh. - What?

- Mmm. - Huh?

(Gasps) (Yawning)

(Muffled Shout)

- With a bit of luck, the current will keep him away.

(Whimpering)

(Shrieking)

- What? (Together): Hi.

(Growls)

- This time you won't escape me!

- Selenia, what do we do? - Absolutely nothing.

Look, he's spinning his bubble around in the water.

Gradually it will drift away.

- Yeah. Yeah! - You're right, Arthur. Let's cheer him on.

Go, go, Darkos! (Beta): Go, Darkos!

- Yeah! Go! Run! - Keep going!

Go, Darkos, go! Faster! - Go, Darkos!

(Panting)

Good boy, Darkos. (Sighs)

- Try to do better next time.

(Giggling) (Groans)

(Laughing)

(Laughing)

Is he allowed to do that?

Selenia, what do we do?

- We pray somebody in that darn house needs water.

- And if praying doesn't work, then what do we do?

(Sinister Laughing)

- Then we wait for the bell to signal the beginning of the final battle.

- Huh? (Bell Clanging)

(Gasping, Yelling)

(Grunts) Bye!

(Sighs)

- Damn!

- Yes?

Sir?

Can I help you?

- Yes, indeed.

I'm terribly sorry to trouble you so early in the morning.

- Oh, it's not a problem. Are you lost?

- Well, yes, in a way. Actually, this was my land a long time ago.

So long ago, in fact, that I hardly recognize it.

- I see. So you lived here as a boy and you've come back for old time's sake.

- Exactly.

These vast pastures were the playground of my youth.

- Well, they must seem less vast now that you've grown so tall, huh?

- Yes, indeed. Much smaller.

- Well, come in, please. It's already hot outside.

You'll feel much better in the shade. - Yes.

I do prefer shady places.

- Come on in, please.

Please take a seat.

Bring you a glass of chilled lemonade.

- Don't go to any trouble on my account.

A glass of water will be fine. - Lemonade's a family tradition.

Our grandson loves it. - Your grandson?

Oh, I adore children.

Where is he?

- He's, uh...

He's in his room.

(Grunting) (Groans)

- Give me your hand.

- This is your bedroom? - No, this is just the bathroom.

It's where I get washed every morning.

(Scoffs) - I'd rather stay dirty.

- You generally do anyway, Beta.

Every morning it's a battle to get you under the droplet.

- That's not true. I'm not afraid of a drop of water.

(Gasps) Hey, Arthur!

Are we gonna walk for long? - No.

- Oh, my gosh. These cars.

Oh! Look at this one!

- No. - This one is great.

- No. - Arthur, I love this one.

- No! - Hey, what about this one, huh?

- No. I've got about a dozen now, but this one's my favorite.

- What's so special about it?

- It goes fast.

- Hey, do you know where you're going?

- Yeah.

(All Yelling)

We've now left the bathroom!

To your left, my desk. To your right, the bed.

And straight ahead, Grand Central Station.

Last stop. Everybody out.

(Gasping)

(Groaning)

- Got any more surprises like that up your sleeve?

- Actually, uh, there is one more.

- You better tell me about it now. I hate surprises.

- Right.

Okay. I have a friend called Alfred.

He's a dog. - What's a dog?

- It's like a gamallus, but much, much bigger.

(Snorts) (Gasps)

Don't worry. He wouldn't hurt a fly.

(Sniffing Continues)

(Groans) - Ooh! Yuck!

- Go on, Alfred! Scram!

Leave her alone.

Fetch the ball!

Ah! Ow!

(Grunting)

- Arthur, you're not gonna kill the poor animal, are you?

- No, silly. Just give him something to chase.

- Sir. It won't be a minute.

The ice cubes won't come out of the tray.

(Chuckles) - Funny.

- Yes, indeed.

- Why did you invite that stranger into the house?

- I don't know. The voice, probably.

I feel like I recognize it, but I can't place the face.

- It's not a face you could easily forget.

- I must be losing my memory with age. I just can't put a face to that voice.

- Dad?

Why doesn't the faucet open when I'm using it?

- Probably because you're turning it the wrong way. Righty-tighty, lefty-loosey.

Here, put your hands around this pitcher. - Ohh!

That's much better. - Rose, we have a guest in the living room.

Will you do me a favor and bring in that lemonade. I'll get the glasses.

- Sure. - Honey.

Our guest looks a little strange.

Try not to stare.

- Oh, you can count on me, Dad.

Remember, every Saturday I work as a candy striper at the local hospital.

- That's good.

- A nice, refreshing lemonade?

(Grunts)

(Screaming) - Rose!

(Gasps) - What was that horrible scream?

- Oh, that's nothing. Just my mother.

- Rose!

Honey? Honey? Honey!

It's me. I'm here. Say something.

- I'll get a cold cloth.

- Is it serious, Doctor?

- I think she'll survive. - Oh, good.

Darling, darling, wake up. We love you. Come back to us.

Come back to us. Come back to us!

(Grunts, Laughing)

- If the princess would kindly step aboard.

- Hmph! Whatever.

- Stand clear of the track. The train is about to depart.

(Whistle Blowing)

- Huh? Huh? (Grumbling)

(Growling)

- Whoa!

(Roars)

- Hmph.

(Cackling)

(Yelling)

- Oh, I love the train. - Isn't it a great way to travel?

- It's a bit old-fashioned, but at least we have time to admire the view.

- Cuckoo!

(Gasps) - Oh! Arthur!

(Yelling)

(Footsteps)

- Cuckoo again!

(Groans) - Now that hurts.

- Let's get out of here. (Loud Thump)

- Ehh. - Wait!

(Laughing)

- Let me deal with this.

- Yes. Let's make a deal.

Hyah! Hyah! (Selenia): Arthur!

(Grunting)

(Gasps) (Screams)

Arthur!

Help me. (Arthur): Careful! To your right!

(Grunting)

- Hasta la vista, baby.

Huh?

Hmm? Huh? Ah. (Roars)

(Cackling)

- Hey, Darkos, let's make peace.

- Sure.

(Selenia): No! Arthur!

Be careful!

Arthur!

Watch out!

Arthur! Beta, do something!

Arthur!

- Yeah. - Whoa!

(Laughs) - Well done.

Arthur, come on.

- Don't move. Stay here.

(Blabbering) (Selenia): Whoa!

Arthur! - Selenia!

- Arthur!

(Screaming)

Arthur, we don't have time for this.

- Yes. Uh, I mean... I mean, no.

(Yelling)

(Cackling)

Let me deal with this.

- No. Arthur! (Gasps)

Arthur, be careful!

Twinkle, twinkle little fish

I will have you in my dish

Dancing on my fishing pole

- Selenia! - No! Arthur!

I think I will eat you whole

- No! (Grunts)

- Uh, guys, we really don't have time for this.

- No. (Groaning)

Let's split up.

(Growls)

(Both Gasping)

(Cackling)

- Darkos, you should turn around. - Yeah, yeah, I know the trick.

- Darkos, there's a tunnel. - Oh, really?

- Trust me.

(Sighs)

- Ah, another piece.

You have to be careful. There's glass everywhere.

- I've made you some coffee.

'Course lemonade would've been more refreshing, but it's all we've got.

I'll put it over here on the mantle. - You're most kind.

May I use the bathroom?

- Why, yes, of course. It's just past the stairs on the right.

- Thank you.

- Are you okay? - I'm fine. I'm fine!

- There's nothing broken? - There's nothing left to break.

- Wait, don't move.

There's a shard of glass in your skin.

This must be getting in your way.

Let me remove it.

- Enough!

(Grunts) (Whimpering)

(Roaring)

- The devil.

- Ah! - Maltazard.

- At your service.

- I knew I'd heard that voice somewhere before.

- Am I a master of disguise or what?

(Grandpa): You had me fooled,

but compared to others I've seen, amateur hour.

Grab him!

(Grunts)

- Ah! (Chuckles)

Now, where were we?

- You were destroying everything in your path as usual.

- Um, that's right.

That little dust-up has created a certain amount of chaos.

Please forgive me, Daisy.

- How did you know my name?

- Ah, in another life I had the privilege of watching you cook

and I have to admit I was very impressed.

I can't judge the quality of the meals you prepared

because my tongue is completely insensitive.

(Sizzling)

But the determination and dedication you employed on certain dishes

was a source of wonder to me.

That famous chocolate pie comes to mind.

You started over a hundred times

until you were sure it was just perfect.

- You've been spying on me?

- No.

I was a simple admirer,

observing you from my three-millimeter-high vantage point.

But things have changed.

I've grown.

(Yelling, Grunting)

- All right, Beta, you stay here and cover us.

If anything happens, whistle, okay?

- No problemo.

- Oh, you know how to whistle now? - Of course.

(Whistling) - Just one whistle will do.

(Mocking): "You know how to whistle now?"

- Follow me.

(Grunting)

(Whistling)

(Muttering, Grunting)

(Gasping, Wheezing) - Arthur!

S-S-S-S-S-Selen--

(Blowing)

(Grunts)

- Come on, Selenia. (Grunts)

- I'm coming, I'm coming.

(Growling) (Blowing)

- Ah! My knife!

No, too big.

No, too loud.

Too complicated.

Perfect!

(Blowing) (Tweeting)

(Groans, Growls)

Hi. (Growling)

- This way.

Thank God. It's still here.

We're saved.

(Grunting)

- Huh? - Ah.

So this is your den, your palace.

(Quietly) - Oh, my God.

- It's just like you: old and dusty and full of things that have no use.

- Daddy! Daddy! It's me!

- On the contrary, all these objects are very useful, my dear Maltazard.

- Oh, yeah? - Yes.

This book, for example, is very useful for feeding your soul,

if you have one.

- Daddy! It's me! Daddy!

- Archibald?

Can you hear some kind of noise, like a tiny... voice?

(No Sound)

- No. - Hmm.

(Grunting) - Hurry, Arthur. They're coming.

- I'm doing the best I can, Selenia.

Oh, no. Uh...

Aah! (Groans)

- It's what you came for, isn't it?

- It is.

- Now you promise to leave this house immediately?

- How can I be sure you're not playing a trick on me?

- Have I ever gone back on my word?

- No, you haven't.

- So try keeping yours for once.

(Laughing)

- Oh, no. It's a catastrophe!

(Screams) Gosh, you scared me!

- Would you have preferred me to whistle to warn you?

- Very funny. It's not my fault.

With the emotion, I couldn't whistle anymore.

Of course you wouldn't know anything about emotion.

- Only little boys have emotion? - No, no. It's for anybody who has a heart.

- If I didn't have a heart, I'd have drowned you long ago.

- And if I was bigger, I'd have shut your mouth for you long ago.

- And if Maltazard drinks the contents of that vial, he'll crush us all.

Don't you get it?

(Groaning) It's Darkos.

We have to get him out of there. - So he can massacre us sooner?

- No. So he can help us find his father.

Come on. Help me.

(All Grunting)

- It's too heavy. What the heck is it?

- Dostoyevsky. Forget it. Too heavy.

- Wait. Let me try something.

(Groaning)

- My friends...

- Oops.

- Beta. - Sorry.

(Chuckles)

(Groaning)

- Sorry about that, Darkos.

- Thank you, my friends. Thank you. - No problem.

(Sighs)

- Selenia...

I know you hate me, and you have every reason to.

I've spent my whole life trying to massacre your people.

(Sniffling) And now you go and... save me.

I spent my whole life running after my father

and now he goes and abandons me... again.

(Sobbing)

- Darkos, I think he just didn't see you.

We're tiny, you know. - Yeah, yeah, we know.

- What's the difference, big or small?

He never loved me.

(Sobbing, Groaning)

- Gosh. (Scoffs)

(Murmuring)

- You know, it's not always been easy for me with my dad.

I always feel like he never understands me, but I think he loves me.

Maybe not how I'd like him to, but in his own way I'm sure he does.

- Really?

- Arthur!

My son. My God, where's my son?

- Don't worry. I'll take care of him.

(Whimpers)

- Now that you've got what you want, I'm gonna ask you to leave this house.

- I will... on one condition.

- Now, there's a surprise.

- In a few days, I will have gathered together enough slaves

to build a magnificent palace.

Every Sunday, I want Daisy to bring me one of her famous chocolate pies.

- I thought you had no sense of taste, that all your senses were rotten?

- True. But I still have my imagination.

Well?

- I'll do it.

I'll be outside your palace every Sunday with a chocolate pie. I give you my word.

- I can't wait for Sunday.

- We have to catch up with him before he can disappear again.

- Why does he want to grow bigger

when he's already 100 times bigger than a nutball field?

- He didn't take the vial for his own use. It must be to build an army.

- An army? How are we ever gonna fight 'em if they're that big?

- I have no idea, but for now let's try and keep him in our sights.

- Hey, Arthur, you know how to fly these things?

- Nope, but it can't be any more complicated than flying a ladybug.

- Oh! Uh, wait, wait!

Friends!

(Groaning) I want to go with you.

I know my father. I could be very useful to you.

- I'm afraid you'll take us over the weight limit.

- Don't leave me here.

I don't want to be all on my own. I'll curl up real small.

- Darkos. Wait here for us. I give you my word we'll come back for you.

- Really? - My word of honor as a princess.

- Oh... all right.

(Groans) - Oh, my God.

Oh, my God! Oh, my God! (Beta Gasping)

Whoo-hoo-hoo! (Laughing)

- No! I don't want to wait here for you! I want to fight too!

I'm a warrior!

Can't be more complicated than riding a mosquito.

- That's the last we've seen of him. - I hope.

But where's Arthur?

- He's headed for the forest! - What?

- All we have to do now is follow.

- Ah. That feels better when it stops. (Chuckles)

No? - Uh-uh.

(All Screaming)

- Huh? Hmm?

Hmm.

Ah.

(Shrieking, Chittering)

Ah, my brave and proud warriors.

I am here as promised.

(Cheering, Shouting)

I knew I could count on you, my loyal soldiers.

The time has come for us to take revenge.

(Cheering, Shouting)

You placed your trust in me and I will repay that trust.

- Hey. What did he say?

- Nothing special. The usual blah-blah-blah.

Thank you for coming, I'm proud of you.

- And I'm proud of you. - Ehh.

- But that's enough talk. It's time for action.

Let's get this party started.

Let's get the party started

Let's get your body in here

Let's get the party started

Let's get your body in here

(Ends)

- Selenia, can you just explain your plan to me?

- There is one person who can produce a similar potion,

powerful enough to break the spell and bring you back to your original size.

- That's wonderful. But where does this person live?

- On the other side of the forest.

- All right. So let's find some transportation.

- Duh. What do you think I'm doing?

- Selenia, the only thing you'll attract with a couple of pistils is...

A bee? - Yes.

Excuse me. - Oh, no.

- Oh, yes. (Grunts)

- Whoa! - Beta.

We're not gonna fly on a bee! - Not comfy enough for you, sir?

- It's not that. I'm a--

- You'll see. It's more fun than an airplane.

- It's just that I'm allergic--

- Whoo-hoo! - ... to bee stings.

(Selenia): Arthur! Hurry! Jump!

Come on, jump! - Oh, boy.

(Yelling) - Hyah!

(Beta Laughing) - Yee-hah!

- Help!

- Let's see, what do we have?

Oh, good. Another big one. And take these as well.

- Thank you.

- This should be good. Put it right on it.

- Oh, thank you, miss.

The ambulance'll be here in about 20 minutes.

(Yawns)

- Have I been asleep long?

(Coughs)

- Let's get some fresh air. - Okay.

- Oh, not that.

I think we've been spotted. - About time too.

Okay, let's go.

(Laughs)

- My humble respects, Your Majesty.

- Save your breath. She doesn't understand.

Beta, go get the interpreter. - Right away, boss.

(Scowls)

- Oh, Betameche! What's got into you, waking people up like that?

- We need you to translate.

- I asked for a quiet job,

not one where I'm constantly being pestered.

- Yeah, yeah.

- Really. You have a lot of visitors? - No. You're the first.

And I hope the last.

- Just translate what I say and we'll be out of here.

- It's a deal. - Hmph!

I am Selenia of Matradoy, 16th of the name,

and I bow down before Your Majesty.

- She thanks you and asks by what right you entered the palace without an invitation?

- The Evil M has escaped.

If we do not stop him, our world will become his.

Our lives will become a nightmare.

We must join forces and stop him before it is too late.

- Yeah! Well said!

(Buzzing) - The queen asks:

"What are you going to bring to the party of 500 bees armed with poison stingers?"

- She has a point, you know.

Just one sting and we're dead.

(Buzzing)

- The queen asks what your tragedy is. - My tragedy?

What tragedy?

(Buzzing)

- Your strategy. Oh, my mistake.

The queen has a slight lisp and hates anybody pointing it out.

- Our strategy is simple. We have here our best knight.

- No. - His name is Arthur.

He knows the human world because it is his own.

(Gasps)

Step back.

(Buzzing) What did he say?

- The young bee says she recognizes Arthur.

He saved her life one day after she was caught in a trap.

The young prince eased her legs out of the trap one by one,

blew on her till she could breathe again and fly away.

(Buzzing)

- Thank you. Thank you.

It was the least I could do. - Bravo!

- Thank you.

(Buzzing)

- The queen asks how she can reward the young hero.

- By giving him the elixir of life.

Huh? What's going on?

- Normally, the elixir of life is made in the fall.

If she makes it now, they won't have any for the winter. The people must decide.

- Oh.

(Buzzing) - She agrees!

- Yes! - Yeah!

- Yes! - Yes!

- We're saved.

- We're doomed.

I'm telling ya, there are thousands of them and much bigger than last year.

- Francis, right now, I have a maniac on the loose.

Bugs are not high on the priority list of things to do.

So go home.

- Chief? - What now?

- I think... you should see this.

- What?

(Screaming) Oh, my God.

- I told ya. - Call for reinforcements.

(Emergency Siren Wailing)

- Hey there. Didn't we say noon?

Noon, on the dot.

- Actually, we said a doctor with an ambulance.

- Pardon me? Are we too late? The boy's been stung?

- No. Why would you think he'd been stung?

- I called them so there's no chance of Arthur getting stung.

- Ah. Come on, guys. Get the ladder down. - Right, Chief!

- Armand, every animal has a role to play in the chain of life.

- Right. Uh-huh. - Like the spokes on a bicycle wheel.

Take one out and you could find yourself flat on your face.

- Archibald, Arthur is allergic to bees!

One little sting could be fatal.

Now, I know I haven't been the world's best father,

but all of this has opened my eyes.

I love my son, and from now on I am taking personal responsibility.

The hive is toast.

Captain, this way. It's a bit of a march through the forest, so chop chop!

- Okay, let's go! - This way.

- Will she be much longer? - No. Look!

The drop's starting to appear.

- Amazing.

- She did it. - Yippee!

(Thuds) (All Yelling)

What was that?

- That is... not a good sign.

- Right. Let's do this carefully.

- Well, don't you think we should look for Arthur

before we take care of these poor little insects?

- No, no, no. If these poor little insects attack Arthur, he won't survive.

- I know, but we don't even know where he is.

- Oh, no. It's my father. He's called in the firefighters.

- Wow! That's cool! What's a firefighter?

- Usually, they put out fires, but today I think they're gonna start one.

- Why the heck do they want to burn the hive?

This is the bees' home as much as theirs.

- My father must be doing it to protect me.

- To protect you, he's happy to exterminate a whole family?

- I know it's not right, but it's because he's worried about me.

I'm allergic to bee stings. Just one could kill me.

- What?

- Hold on. You were surrounded by hundreds of bees

when a single sting might've killed you?

- Well, we didn't have much choice.

- Wow. That's what I call a hero.

- Thanks. - That's what I call an idiot.

A selfish idiot. What would become of me if I lost you now?

- I suppose that's your way of saying you care about me.

- Of course I care about you. I don't want to finish this adventure on my own, okay?

Now hurry up and warn your parents not to massacre us all.

I'll go tell the queen that Sir Arthur is allergic to her entire family.

(Groans)

- Wait! I have an idea. We could all call out together "Dad!"

- No, no. They wouldn't hear us over the noise of the bees.

- Yeah, you're right.

- They can't hear us, but maybe they'll see us.

- Hey... Huh?

- The equipment's brand-new. Never been used before.

- Ah. Well, I'm delighted to attend the grand premiere.

- Go ahead, Chief. - All right. Everything secure?

- Yes, sir! - All right.

- You okay, Chief? - Yeah. You holding on good?

- Not to worry, not to worry. They're highly trained professionals.

- Whoa! Ohh!

- I think I ought to help out.

Let me lend a hand. - Thank you, sir.

- He has climbed a ladder before, hasn't he?

- No. - You there yet, Chief?

- Almost.

You guys holding on?

- Yeah, we got it. Can you see the hive?

- No!

- Honey?

- Hurry, hurry.

Your glasses, Mom. Your glasses.

- "It's me." - Oh, yes.

- "Arthur." Arthur, where are you?

- Rose, honey, calm down.

- Arthur, where are you?

(Gasps) Oh! In the hive.

(Laughs)

- Oh, no. - Honey!

(Yelling) - Take it easy! Take it easy!

- Ohh! - It worked!

- Chief! You okay? - Where are you?

- Honey! I'm here!

Wake up. Wake up.

Darling. - Arthur. He's here.

- Honey, calm down. - He's right here. I'm telling you.

- Okay, okay. Where?

- In... the beehive.

- Yeah, right, of course. In the beehive.

- Yes. The bees told me.

- Did they. You speak bee now?

- No! No.

I can't speak it, but I can read it.

Fluently.

- Honey, what are you talking about?

- Armand...

I don't know how or why,

but I assure you our son is in that hive that you are about to destroy.

Do something before you make a tragic mistake.

Do you understand me?

- Yeah. I understand.

- I'm going back.

Second attempt.

- Captain? - Yes?

- Listen, uh, perhaps your failure on your first attempt is a sign.

A sign that we should let nature take its course.

After all, nature is like a...

a big wheel, isn't it?

You take one spoke out, and the whole thing could come crashing down. No?

- I'm not here to interfere with the order of the universe.

- No.

- Simply to fulfill a mission I was given.

(Radio: Man): Do you read me? - Yes.

- Captain Bellerive. - Hey, Chief, it's for you.

- Captain Bellerive here, Commander.

- Abandon the operation and get back to town.

- Affirmative, Commander.

Unit, we're withdrawing.

- Yes, sir.

- Right, Chief. But what about the bees, sir?

- We'll be back later.

- Don't worry. We'll come back.

- Thank you.

- Captain. Captain! What happened?

- Nothing.

We got called away before we could take care of the hive.

They need reinforcements in town.

(Engine Starts)

- Selenia, are you sure you won't come with me?

Nobody's as good with a sword as you are.

- My father is getting old. Somebody has to take care of our kingdom.

And I promised Darkos I wouldn't abandon him.

- Oh, yeah, that's true.

Each to his own world, is that it? - Yes.

But our two worlds need each other. They are inseparable.

- Like us?

- Like us.

Now go on. Eat it.

- So, what's it taste like, huh? - Honey.

- That all? - Take care of yourself, Arthur.

The battle you will be facing will be a hard one.

- The hardest thing will be to wait 10 moons to see you again, Selenia.

I will count every minute we're apart.

- And I will count every second.

- Whoa!

- Arthur?

- Wow!

Arthur! (Gasping)

(Screaming)

- Arthur? Are you okay?

- Ugh. Crazy how good-looking he is as a Minimoy and how ugly he is as a human.

Ick.

(Groans)

- Honey? - Mm-hmm?

- You know, I think it wouldn't be a good idea

if you talked to people about your visions.

- What visions? - Oh. What visions?

I don't know. Uh...

Arthur living in a hive surrounded by bees who can read and write.

- Oh!

(Wheezing Laugh) A giant ant.

- A giant ant?

With blue spots, I suppose?

- No. It's got a pink one on its head.

- I'll make you some camomile tea.

That will soothe your nerves. - Right.

Hi. (Gasps)

Have we met?

(Rose) No. Go away.

I... I didn't mean to do that.

I'm sorry. That was... That was very clumsy of me.

There. That way, we're even.

(Laughs) Okay?

(Chittering)

No hard feelings?

Oh.

Bye.

(Sobbing)

- Something tells me

it's right under my nose.

Hello, Darkos. - Yeah, uh, hello.

(Yelling)

Hyah! Hyah!

(Gasping) Oh, no!

- Don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you.

I just want to know where Arthur is and is he okay?

(Faint Talking)

Speak up a bit. I can't hear you down there.

- He's okay!

- Sorry. I can't hear a thing you're saying.

Don't move.

- Huh?

(Microphone Feedback)

- Move closer. - Huh?

Hello? (Chuckling)

Can you hear me? - Yes, I can hear you.

- It's me. Darkos. - Yeah, I know it's you.

- Archie?

What's happening? - I-I-It's nothing.

I was just scanning the radio for news of Arthur.

- Let me know if you hear anything.

- You'll be the first to know.

Darkos, we're running out of time.

You have to tell me all you know.

- Well, it's... Okay.

- Wonderful! Wonderful!

Wonderful!

Oh, it's... wonderful!

- You're lucky.

I had a client with a car just like this, but he got hit from behind,

so I stole a couple pieces.

(Laughing) - Wonderful!

- It's for you. - It's just... wonderful.

Do you take checks?

- Sure. Checks, credit cards, cash. You name it, I'll take it.

- Of course.

- This can't be more complicated than driving a beetle.

(Engine Starts) - Oh! I'd know that sound anywhere.

Music to my ears. - It's a magnificent motor.

- Check out the vibrato when it revs up. Like a Mozart symphony.

- Yeah, it's a real pleasure to drive. - My thoughts exactly.

(Vehicle Leaving)

- Hey, buddy!

- Arthur? Arthur?

Son! You're safe and sound.

- Archibald, let me help you.

I know my father. I know his strengths and his weaknesses.

Help me into your world, and together we'll take him down.

- Don't worry.

Arthur's probably on his trail, and I'll be there to lend a hand.

- Archie, as we speak, my father has probably already raised a human-size army

and is ready to invade the world.

Do you honestly think a boy and his grandfather are enough to stop him?

- You're probably right.

Look, if I bring you into our world,

what proof do I have that you won't side with your father again

and help him terrorize us?

(Grunts) - No. I never wanted to terrorize anyone.

I just wanted to be normal, do normal things, have a normal life.

All I ever wanted to do was hang out with my friends.

You know, go to the park, play ball...

Huh? (Groans)

Ow! - Careful.

(Groaning)

- Archie, I have to convince my father, for his sake and for mine,

that chaos and destruction are self-defeating.

You can't cure pain with more pain.

You... You kept all your potions hidden?

- I know your dad.

From man to animal, from animal to plant,

from plant to Minimoy, from Minimoy to...

Bingo.

- You're... You're sure that's the right one?

- There's only one way to find out.

- Ow! Ow! Ow! Easy!

(Both Grunting, Groaning)

- Uh-oh, looks like Darkos is in a tight squeeze.

(Armand, Rose Chattering, Indistinct)

- And I get the feeling Archibald is making a mistake.

(Chittering, Growling)

A big mistake.

(Growling)

- Showtime.

(Man): Holy Toledo!

- Oh, my God! - I've never seen nothing like this.

(Woman Screaming)

What are they? - They're giant mosquitoes!

- Yeah. Giant mosquitoes!

(Screaming Continues)

I never seen nothin' like this.

Douglas! - Yes, Chief?

- You're from New York. These creatures... What ethnic group are they?

- They are not from New York, sir.

(Siren Wailing)

Careful! The horse!

(Yelling)

- Get 'em out of there! - She's gonna blow!

- Take cover! - Help me!

(Chuckles)

- Go ahead. Tell me. I want to know how things work here.

Who's corrupt? Who can't be trusted?

And above all, who controls the reins of business?

(Stammering) - Th-That's me.

I'm the mayor of this wonderful town.

Population 1 ,500.

You know, we're not really about business.

(Coughing)

Our comfort and security are what matter most.

- Well, that's about to change.

- Chief! It's the gas!

- Send for reinforcements!

Go! Go!

- Whoa! (Yells)

Huh? Oh!

- Hi.

- Hello!

- I love your hair.

- Oh, uh, really?

- Uh-huh. - Thanks.

(Giggling) - Oh. Hi.

Honey, is everything okay? - I'm fine.

- Glad to hear it. - Mmm.

- Perfect! (Archibald): Come with me.

- Coming, Archie. Bye.

- Bye.

- I'll let you drive. I forgot my glasses.

Think you'll be okay?

- It can't be more complicated than flying a mosquito, Archie.

- Yeah, maybe.

(Grunting)

- Oops.

- Let's go. - All right.

(Beta): Tell me when you see the vial that can turn a Minimoy into Hercules.

- This is the one we want.

Baby, fill her up!

- Oh, no. Don't run out on me now.

- And this is the insurance company that only opens once a week.

(Screams)

Although I think it could be a little busier now.

And this is the new restaurant that's just opened.

- Mmm. M for Maltazard?

- Oh, yeah, of course. (Chuckles)

- Oh, my God. Oh, no!

Oh, sorry.

(Horn Honks)

- Get him!

(Screams)

(Screams)

- Here, let's get him!

- Ahh.

(Shouts)

- Oh.

(Chuckles)

- Huh? (Gasps)

- Put it back.

- Say, Chief, that hole's too small! We'll never make it through!

- He's right, Chief! - Go around, you idiots!

- Right, Chief!

- Arthur? - At your service!

- Grab him!

- Oh, God, if you want to help me, it's now!

- Grab him!

- You're doing just fine. - Thanks.

- Try not to be so tense. Just relax.

- Oh, okay. (Grunts)

Ah, that's much better.

- Ahh.

Archiba... Archie!

Archie!

- Yeah. Yeah.

From now on, if you don't mind, I will run the show.

Grab him.

- I hope we're not too late! - We'll find out in five minutes. Hurry!

(Cheering)

(All Chanting): M! M! M! M! M!

- Oh, my, what a sorry sight.

Darkos, we have to do something.

- Yeah, okay. How about we kill 'em all?

- I was thinking of something a little less radical.

- Oh, yeah, yeah, okay. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

- Thank you. Thank you.

And now that our message has been fully understood...

It's payback time! (All): Yeah!

- This traitor will be the first to pay. - Yeah!

- His punishment must be exemplary. - Yeah!

- Proportionate to his insolence! - Yeah!

- Without compassion and without pity. - Yeah!

- Release him! - Yea...

(Mumbling)

- Release him immediately.

(Sighs) - Release him immediately.

- Come on, let me go. You heard him.

- Listen to your master if you don't want him to crush you into dust,

like he did this town.

Arthur! - Grandpa!

- My boy. I'm so happy to see you again.

- You arrived just at the right time.

- Ah, Darkos.

How painful it is to be overwhelmed by both sadness and joy.

The joy of seeing you again, alive and well, after so long.

And there is the pain,

for what is worse than to be misunderstood by one's own child?

- The child that you abandoned.

- Oh, no, Darkos. I never abandoned you. I looked everywhere for you.

Under every rock, every shattered building in our ruin of a kingdom.

The shame I carried was that I left my son a tragedy to inherit

instead of a triumph.

My son should have grandeur and power.

I work constantly to rebuild our empire

in the secret hope of us being reunited one day

and being able to hand it over to you.

- Uh, to... to me?

- I know you have suffered greatly.

But one cuts an empire out of stone,

not the wood of a weeping willow.

Your suffering in the past is your strength in the future.

- Really?

- Of course. Look.

My valiant soldiers,

allow me to introduce to you

he who, better than I, will lead you to victory!

He has youth, he has strength.

A modern leader for a modern world.

Please give a triumphant welcome

to your new supreme commander.

(All Cheering)

(Cheering Louder)

- Yeah! - Poor fool.

- I don't get it. Who's the master?

The one from before or the one who just fell?

- Just keep your mouth shut if you wanna get paid.

- Oh.

(Coughing)

- Oh, no. You think Maltazard did all this?

- It's his style.

- I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.

- Ah, my friends. I must confess you were worthy opponents,

but the hour of your defeat has come. That's life!

- Arthur, there, the knives on my shins, take them, now.

- I had dreamed up a whole heap of wonderful and very...

- Arthur, you sure you know what you're doing?

- Yeah. - But your bravery,

your tenacity deserve respect and encourage a more sober approach.

And so, you will die without pain. - Great news.

- I will even show you my heartfelt admiration

by according you a last wish.

Which of you wishes to die first? - Me!

- I prefer to save the best for last. Bring me that one!

(Murmuring)

- Arthur! Arthur!

- Beta, hurry! Quick! - Okay! Hyah!

- Do you have anything to say, young Arthur,

before we go our separate ways?

- I shall pursue you into the depths of hell.

- Be my guest.

- Faster, Beta! Go!

(Karate Yell)

- Now!

- Ready to fire.

And fire!

(Shouts)

(Shouts)

- Come on.

What's happening to me? I'm shrinking! Archie?

What's going on? - Oh, not much, really.

You'll just have to forget your dreams of greatness...

and go back where you belong.

- Oh, no! I don't wanna be small again!

Archibald, I beg you!

Men, come to me!

(Rumbling)

- Wow! Our liberator. (Machine Gun Fire)

- Maltazard! Don't go! You'll be crushed!

- Death is no concern to me. I am a soldier.

- Just go back! Go! Stay! Stay! I'll take care of this! Go!

- Take cover, sir!

- Maltazard!

Maltazard! Stop!

- You'll never capture me! I am the Evil M!

The Lord of Necropolis, Emperor of the Seven Kingdoms!

- Welcome to your new home.

- Good. Good job! Connelly!

- Yes, sir. - Round up the wounded. Organize first aid.

(Mouthing Words): Grandpa.

Grandpa? Grandpa?

Grandpa? Darkos? - Yes?

(Coughs) - Darkos...

are you all right?

- Well, I've had better days.

- Oh, you can't stay here. Follow me.

- Oh, yeah. Uh, okay.

- Come on. Close the door.

- Ohh! I'm sorry. Sorry. Sorry.

Ohh! Ahh! - Come on!

- Sorry, sir. Oops.

Whoa! - Calm down.

- Uh. Ohh!

- You have to lie low for a while,

whilst I convince them you really are a good guy.

- Do you really think that?

- Of course. You're wonderful.

- Wow.

- And I'm really proud to count you as my friend.

- Ahh.

(Bones Cracking) - Ow!

- Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you.

- Ow! Ow! - Oh, are you okay?

Oh, I'm sorry. - It's okay. It's okay.

Here, put this cape on.

You're not exactly easy on the eyes.

Uh, maybe you should put a mask on.

I'll find you a helmet.

- Aha.

- This one.

(Darth Vader Theme) (Labored Breathing)

Wow.

So cool. Keep quiet.

I'll be right back.

- Let's go! Go! Go!

(Darkos): Sorry! - Quiet!

(Clanging)

- Is anyone there?

Hi.

Sorry to bother you, sir, but I'm with the press

and, uh, I'd like to ask you a few questions.

May I?

Some, uh... Some townspeople claim that they saw the devil

in the middle of the town square

and, suddenly, he started to shrink until he just vanished.

Can you confirm this? (Labored Breathing)

Do you mind if I film this?

It is a perfect shot.

- Uh-huh.

- Terrific.

Did you know him?

(Darth Vader's Voice): He is my father.

- Oh.

- Arthur.

Arthur! - Dad.

- Arthur!

- Hang on one moment.

- My son!

Oh. (Laughs)

You're safe and sound. I'm so happy.

I really hate myself for being so tough on you.

I never listened to you. I never paid any attention to you.

But it won't happen again, I promise. - It's okay.

- No, no, no, I promise.

I'll try to prove I'm worthy of a son like you.

- I'm so happy to see you, Dad.

- Archibald!

- This warms an old man's heart.

- Thank you... Dad.

- Isn't it wonderful to see a family reunited at last?

- Yes. And soon we'll be reunited with ours.

See you soon, my prince.

- Hyah!

- Wow! What a story.

Oh, no, I don't believe it!

Arthur, look at that!

It cost me a fortune to have it repaired

and now we'll just have to start over.

I'll suppose you think cars grow on trees!

- Armand, it's just a car! - Just a car? It's a Dodge V-8!

- It's nothing but a pile of junk! - It's my car!

- A toast! (All): A toast!

- Oh, I'm sorry.

Uh, would you pass my badge?

- Simon!

- Thank you very much, Sarge.

- And now, dear friends, Daisy's famous chocolate pie.

- Okay! - Oh!

- I'll cut it!

- Honey, don't. - Yeah, I knew it.

- Oh, I think that's probably wise. Leave it to your husband.

- Archie?

Let Rose cut the cake.

She's not clumsier than anybody else.

She just needs our... our encouragement and support.

Isn't that what this adventure's been about, really?

About trust and helping each other?

Rosie, you cut the pie.

- Thanks, Mom.

- Darling, that knife is very sharp.

- Dad, sit down.

- Oops, sorry. Sorry.

- And the last piece is for you, Mom.

- Thank you.

- Well done, Mom.

- Excuse me just a moment.

(Sighs) (Footsteps Approaching)

I gave you my word I'd bring you a chocolate pie every Sunday.

Well, it's Sunday.

Here it is.

(Sighs)

(Growls)

(Rhythmic Clapping)

(Rebel, Rebel)

- Hi, kids.

It's me, Darkos. (Cheering)

Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo

Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo

You've got your mother in a whirl

She's not sure if you're a boy or a girl

Hey babe your hair's alright

Hey babe let's stay out tonight

You like me and I like it all

We like dancing and we look divine

You love bands when they play it hard

You want more and you want it now

They put you down they say I'm wrong

You tacky thing you put them on

Rebel Rebel You've torn your dress

Rebel Rebel Your face is a mess

Rebel Rebel How could they know

Hot tramp I love you so

And it's...

showtime!

Well you've torn your dress

Your face is a mess

You can't get enough

'Cause enough ain't the test

You've got your transmission

And your live wire

You got your fuel line and a handful ofludes

You wanna be there

when they count out the dudes

And I love your dress

Your face is a mess

You're a juvenile success

So how could they know

Ah, how could they know

What you wanna know

Where you wanna go

And the transmission you chose

Calamity's child

It's showtime, baby!

(Ends) (Cheering, Applause)