1941 Page #8

- How would ya like to have raw fish heads and rice?

- No!

- You think the Krauts believe in Walt Disney?

- Yeah!

- Well, was that Mickey Mouse blitzkriegin' across France?

- No!

- Pluto in Poland?

- Oh, I'm sorry.

- Or Donald Duck at Pearl Harbor?

- No!

- This time we free the world

or we lose it!

We win or die tryin'!

Donna, wouldja lay off?

I'm tryin' to steer!

What's wrong?

You're not airborne yet.

What are you talkin' about? Look out

the window. Of course we're airborne!

We are,

but you're not.

Post, Cauliflower, aircraft 12:00,

proceeding west.

Sector 12.

They're heading for L.A.

What about visual

information, sir?

To hell with visual information.

They're Japs. Let's go to red.

- Red alert for Los Angeles.

- Red alert.

- We sure didn't start this war...

...but, by God,

we're gonna finish it!

Japs. Japs.

This is it! Let's show those

lousy Huns what we got!

Prepare to mount up.

Foley, let's go.

- All right, you wise "boids"!

- Now what?

- You!

- Aah!

- Hi, Stretch!

Ward!

What's all that noise?

Are the Sciolis

having a party?

Colonel!

Mmm.

Ein Amerikan.

...lnvasion.

Japanese.

Joan!

Attack!

Yeah, Winchester.

Tell your... Mother...

Mom, Dad's got something

stuck in his throat!

What is it, dear?

Invasion!

Get me a spotlight down here.

Here we go.

All right, you dog asses!

Haul in here! Ten-hut!

- Big brass, Sarge.

- General Stilwell.

- What a mess.

What a goddamn mess!

- Motor Sergeant Frank Tree...

- Bressler!

- Reporting for combat duty, sir!

- Get me lnterceptor Command!

- Is there a phone around here?

- In the theater, sir.

- Get on it. Sergeant!

- Yes, sir!

Secure this area.

Give me a one-block perimeter.

Yes, sir!

What's the plan of action, sir?

Hold the block.

You can hold one block,

can't you?

It's quiet.

Too quiet.

...ls the target

in sight yet, Loomis?

Oh, it will be, just as soon

as I make it through these...

...hills.

- Do you hear that?

Yeah.

- More thrust! Oh!

Ohh! Ohh!

- I see the son of a b*tch! I'm goin' in after 'im!

- Give it to me, Loomis!

- Oh, give it to me!

Ohh!

It's a Zero!

- I see him, I see him!

- Where?

Keep goin', keep goin'!

Come on! Keep goin'!

- I'm gonna hit the sign!

- Forget the sign. Keep goin'. Perfect.

- Oh, my God.

- I've never felt anything like that before.

You're damn right.

- They think we're Japs!

What are you guys

shooting at?

I don't know.

Whatever they're shooting at!

Okay, let's go!

God, am I

in trouble now!

Aaaah!

I'm in trouble now!

Donna!

Oh, God, I'll be good!

Quit fooling around!

Donna! Level it off!

The stars at night...

Are big...

- And bright

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Sarge, isn't it standard procedure

during an air raid to have a blackout?

- What are all these lights doin' on?

- Must be a foul-up somewhere.

We're gonna have to

knock 'em out ourselves.

Advance me 60 feet,

column left!

Take up a position!

I'm gonna douse these lights!

There's no place

like home.

Kid, you're the greatest

trick foot artist I ever seen...

...and I seen 'em

all over the world.

- Just sign right here. Seven-year

contract. - Where's Betty?

- Where's Betty?

- She went out there.

Wait! Hey, wait!

Whoa!

Hey, you! You!

You with the stripes!

Be a pal and help me

pick up my ammo!

Yeah, all right!

Thanks a lot, buddy.

Okay, forward ho!

We're gonna draw trajectory

on Dumbo!

Look out!

Uhh! Tommies!

- Sarge?

- Tommies! The Tommies!

- Detroit is the arsenal of democracy!

- He got knocked on the head.

- He always did have a glass head.

- What are we gonna do?

You can't go out on me

now, Sarge!

I'll tell you what we're gonna do: go

home, paint the scratches on this tank...

...put the sarge to bed

and forget this night ever happened!

I thought-

Knock out

those lights, kid.

He wants me to

knock out the lights.

See the mess on the streets?

I'm not gonna take the rap for this!

He's that tap-dancin'

fry boy from this morning.

- Yeah, I know, but he's wearin' the stripes.

- What'll it be, Sarge?

Right.

Let's knock out

these lights!

- Ohh!

Take that, Tojo!

Take that!

This... is war.

Angelo, hurry!

My husband is crazy!

He says he sees Japanese

coming from the ocean!

Eat lead... Slant.

- Has anyone in your command seen these Zeroes?

- No, but we're shooting at 'em.

Think about this: bombs!

I don't hear any bombs!

If they've come all the way from Asia,

don't you think they'd bring a few bombs?

- I don't know, sir, but- - But nothing!

You can't have an air raid without bombs!

Come on! Fly!

- You can do it!

Donna, don't worry

about this!

I'm gonna set this baby down

if it's the last thing I do. Aaaaah!

Sayonara, sucker!

- Donna, are you okay?

- Where are we? Where's the door?

- Aaah!

- Ohh!

- Aaah!

Eecch! Where are we?

- What is this stuff?

Oh, my God,

are we in trouble now.

- What are you shootin' at me for?

I'm an American!

Can't you tell the difference?

- Holy sh*t, I'd better get

my ass out over the ocean.

Hey, there's a Kraut

on board too.

We've got the whole

damn Axis here.

- Hey, what're we gonna do?

- Defend our homes, Angelo!

How do you expect

to do that, Ward?

The army gave me a gun.

I think it's high time we used it.

Yeah!

- Hello? Hello?

Hello!

Scioli doesn't answer.

Aw, Jesus Christ, it's a sub!

Look, you guys, a Jap sub!

Holy sh*t, Herb!

The dummy's right.

Japs.

It's a full-scale invasion.

Gimme that phone!

Japs!

Coordinates,

1305-

I knew it,

I knew it, I knew it!

That's a Japanese Nakajima Type 97,

or I'm a bigger dummy than he is.

Oh, my God, I'm hit.

I'm hit!

Look at him burn!

Oh, my God.

It's a P-40 Tomahawk.

It's one of ours.

Mayday!

Mayday! Mayday!

- Hiya, doll.

- Oh, God! No!

- Oh!

That's my kind of girl.

It's the end of the line, kid.

No more games.

- Oh! God!

Put me down!

Wally!

- Wally!

- Betty.

- Let's get this heap turned

around now! Left! Now!

Wally!

Let's go!

Come on, let's move! Move!

I can't beat you

in a fair fight.

Stupid,

I don't fight fair.

- Neither do l.

- Aah! Oh! Gee!

Hiya, doll.

Follow that girl!

- Give that back!

- No! No! No!

- Betty! Betty! Betty!

Wally?

Wally!

- Oh- -

My- - God!

Ohhhh!

Whoa-aah!

Huh? Hmm.

Okay, goddamn it!

Aah! Ohh! Hmm!

Okay, goddamn it!

- I think he's gonna jump.

- Geronimo! Aha!

Whoa! Ha-ha!

Made it! Ha-ha!

Huh? Oh.

I lost my plane.

My- Sub!

Jap sub!

Jap sub!

Hold on. We'll get you

outta here in a second.

Listen. Kid.

You gotta get that sub.

- What sub?

- The Jap sub.

- Where?

- In the ocean, lame-o.

Offshore near some

goddamn amusement park.

The Japs are at

Pacific Ocean Amusement Park?

That's next door

to my parents' house!

Kid!

You gotta sink that sub.

Come on, Sarge. Come on now!

Sarge, come on!

That's it, Sarge. We got a nice pad

for that head of yours.

- That's it, Sarge.

- We'll have a drink.

- Real Japs?

- Nah, wooden Japs, Cheetah!

What do you think?

Get me outta here!

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