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the situation was intense.

There were F.B.I. guys there.

And you'd previously indicated you wished us to

maintain, like, a mega-serious level of silence.

Place was swarming with feds, boss.

Look, you just get those kids tonight...

before midnight.!

Do you understand?

Whoa.

Brown...

back those guys up

if you have to, but, Brown...

I want... those kids.!

Hey, dude, what time

does school get out?

I don't know.

I never stayed to the end.

- Dude!

- Dude!

Give us the ball back.

Oh, does the baby

want his ball back?

- You're gonna have to play us for it.

- Fight.!

- Fight, everybody!

- Fight!

- Fight! -

Fight! - Fight!

What's the matter?

You deaf? You wanna play or not?

Yeah, we'll play you.

Two on two.

For how much?

How much? We're not

supposed to gamble.

What am I hearing?

"We're not supposed to gamble. "

I wouldn't wanna do anything to make

your mommy or daddy spank you.

- What do you wanna bet?

- Colt!

Colt? What a name!

Yeah, little horsey,

how about some hay?

Laugh.

Colt, don't.

Well, punks, I seem to be collecting

quite a few bikes today.

- How 'bout we play for yours?

- When we win, what do we get?

Well, if you win,

me and my buddies...

will let you walk outta here

with your girlfriend's bike.

- Ooh!

- Ooh!

- How many points to a game?

- Ten, duh!

Fine, we'll spot you nine.

You take first out.

- Nine-point lead?

- Cake!

Colt, no matter what, no fighting.

- Oh, come on.

- No fighting.

With a nine-point lead, they're dead.

Let's whip their butts.

- Can you hold my hat?

- Why are you showing off?

I'm not showing off.

I'm playing basketball.

One!

Two!

Three.!

Four!

Five, six, seven.!

Rocky, are you okay?

Back off. I'm fine.

- Rocky, are you all right?

- Hey!

Nooo!

- Colt.

- Shut up.

Go ahead.

- Nine.

- Chicken.

- Come on, one more basket.

- You're goin' down.

You can do it, man.

Yeah!

- Psych!

- Thank you, thank you.

Here, I got it.

Vroom! Vroom!

Watch out! Watch out!

- Tum Tum, where's Colt?

- I don't know.

Could you go upstairs

and look for him?

- Rocky, where's your brother?

- Who cares?

- Baby, get the door.

It's the baby-sitter.

Hi.

Well, there you are.

You should be getting ready for bed.

- It's 9.. 00.

- Where's Dad?

He's working late again on this case,

honey. I'm gonna meet him now.

Is he gonna tell Grandpa

not to teach us anymore?

Honey, we'll see, okay?

Dad's been upset about his work

and this isn't the best time to ask him.

Who is this bad guy anyway?

There's a picture of him

on the top of that file.

What time are you guys

comin' home?

Late. Now you be good, okay?

Grandpa, who's this in the picture?

It's no one.

Guys! Guys, check this out.

This is the guy from yesterday.

He's the one Dad's after.

Grandpa is friends with a criminal?

- No way!

- Yes, way.

It says so on the back.

"Hugo Snyder... business associate,

Mori Tanaka. "

That's Grandpa.

- Do you think Grandpa's a crook too?

- Come on, no way.

But it says he's friends with that guy!

And we saw him jokin' around

with Grandpa yesterday.

We gotta tell Dad.

We can't tell Dad. If he knows that

they're still friends...

he'll never let us see Grandpa again.

I can't believe Grandpa's a bad guy.

He's not!

Is he?

Okay, dudes.

Operation "kick butt"

is about to commence.

- What time is it?

- I don't know. Anybody got a watch?

Awesome!

So like, Fester, how we gonna get

into the house, dude?

- That's a very good question, O Gnarly One.

- Dude!

It seems that providence has shined

her lovely light upon us, boys.

It's pizza time!

Come in, Rocky.

Rocky, are you there?

- Hello, is anybody there?

- Hello!

- Rocky, is that you?

- It's Emily.

- She wants to talk to Rocky.

- Tell her I'm busy.

He says to say he loves you!

Rocky loves Emily.

I can't talk. I got a ton of homework.

- My parents are gonna

kill me if I don't finish.

What's going on?

- Who is it?

- Pizza, ma'am.

- We didn't order any pizza!

- Uh, some kids called!

And if you don't pay,

we'll T.P. your house. Shh!

Surprise!

- Uncool, bro.

- Dude, sensitive.

Much better.

Okay, first we feast, then we felony.

Guys, I've got some good

news and some bad news.

The good news is... the delivery guy

just creamed the baby-sitter with a pizza.

Awesome!

The bad news is...

they're carrying guns.

Okay, okay, don't panic.

We'll call the police.

Duh, there's no phone in here!

Um, Emily! We'll call Emily

and she'll call the police.

Hold it! Rocky,

this could be our chance.

- If we can take these three robbers

ourselves- - Then maybe Dad...

will see that our ninja

training's worth it! Yes!

- Should we do it?

- Let's "murdelize" 'em.

- This kidnapping is so much better than armed robbery.

- Dude!

- Yeah, I never got a pizza on a robbery.

- Dude!

It's good 'zza too. We should save some

of this for the kids we're 'nappin'.

- Dude!

- They're probably pretty nice kids.

Where are the weapons?

Dad hid 'em. He doesn't want us

messing with 'em.

Oh, great, so what are we gonna

use against those guys with guns?

- Okay, you dudes ready?

- Radical.

Okay, one, two, three-

Whoa! Cool room!

Dude.

Oh, little dudes. Pizza's here.

Where are those little boogers?

If I was a little booger,

where would I be?

Mom and Dad's room.

Come on, you guys.

Last one out closes the door.

Come on.

- Colt, you've got the room at the end of the hall Mom is redoing.

- Check.

- Tum Tum, you've got the kitchen.

- Check.

Now, guys, prepare for phase one.

Hey, dudes, check it out.

Go, Tum, go!

Hey! Found one.

Oh, no! Robbers!

- Robbers? I thought we were kidnappers.

- We are.

Dude.

Hey!

Good luck, Colt.

Whoa.

Okay, little dude.

We know you're

in here somewhere.

We don't wanna hurt you.

We just wanna kidnap you.

Come here, you little idiot.

Little kid, come here.

Kid.!

Hey!

- Dude! Dude! It's me!

- Oh, dude, you're right.

- I'm totally sorry.

- Dude! You hit me first!

Just stop it! Stop it! Shh!

Where's that little kid?

Ha.!

- Fake out!

- Shut up.

- Dude!

- No, there's no possible way he could be downstairs.

- Dude, what happened?

- You hit me!

Dudes! Dudes!

Let's get outta here!

- It's still locked.!

- Pull harder!

Oh.

Get off my head, man.!

Colt.! The oil.

Wipeout, dude!

What's with the CDs?

Get 'em, dudes!

Here they come!

Don't you just hate us?

Ooh! Watch my nose, dude!

It's bad news already.

Where are you,you little dude?

You're gonna get it so bad.

- Tum Tum, you ready?

- Not yet!

Fasten your seat belts

and enjoy the ride!

Radical.

Forgive me for being

so supportive of my father.

- It's my Asian side, I guess.

- Well, great.

- Why are you giving your husband a hard time?

- That's my American side.

That's very funny.

We'll be home in 10 minutes.

I'm gonna talk to the boys about it.

They're probably asleep now.

Look, Sam, they love what they do...

and they love him.

Sweetheart, all I'm trying to tell you

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