Agent Cody Banks 2: Destination London Page #6

isn't it?

Let's go. What the--

Man, are you trying

to scare me to death?

Let's go!

What did the Director say?

Nothing. Hit the gas!

Hit the gas--please.

OK, let's go!

What the heck is wrong

with you people?

I know who you really are.

I don't know what you're talking

about, Miss Tutti Fluti.

Listen,

I'm British intelligence.

No, she's not.

No wonder all the malls

are empty.

They got all you kids

workin' undercover!

I'm not a kid.

Hit the gas, Kumar.

Gotcha, Governor.

She's lying!

Look, we don't have much time.

They implanted Cody

with a mind-control device...

and they just did the same

to your ClA Director.

-What?!

-Not true!

Well, take a look at this.

I don't believe it.

Stop the car, now!

We have to get

that microchip out of him.

No problem!

There it is.

OK, we need to get

a dentist or a--

We don't have time for that!

Fire in the hole!

Good thinking.

What, are you nuts?!

A whole Mentos can

blow his head off!

OK, a thousand nanograms

equals one microgram.

Do you know what you're doing?

Hey! Never interrupt

a brother...

when he's breaking down

the apothecaries' table.

The molecular weight

is relative to...

I got it!

I got it! Open his mouth!

Open it!

Oh, I can't look!

How'd you know how to do that?

A great pastry chef knows

his measurements, baby.

Oh, he's coming through.

You all right?

You OK?

My brain hurts.

That's not gonna be

the only thing that hurts...

if we don't get to

the Director in time.

Wait a minute.

The meeting

at the palace tonight.

Twelve leaders from twelve

countries all in the same place.

You don't think--

Diaz is a psycho warmonger.

If he gets control of

any of the world's leaders...

who knows what

he'll have them do?

We need to call the FBl,

the Ml-5, the Men in Black.

Diaz has the Director

of the ClA under his control.

We may be already on

the most-wanted list.

So what are you saying?

I'm saying I hope

you brought your tuxedo.

Oh, I got better than that.

Kumar...

take me to the crib.

Nice dress, Derek.

Hey! In Nigeria

this is not a dress.

Actually...

it's called a bobo.

That's right, player.

Hey, let me tell you

something--

the ladies go loco

for a brother in a bobo.

Check that out.

Do they do that in Russia?

Thank you very much.

It's very good, yes.

Here.

Gordon Brown and l

had this marvelous idea...

Oh, Prime Minister.

...of exporting sand to Jordan.

Really.

This is gonna be like

taking candy from a baby.

What next, Mr. Kenworth?

Let me see.

How about making me Director

of the Royal Mint?

Consider it done.

English, you idiot.

Oopsy daisy.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I'd like to propose a toast.

To Lord Duncan Kenworth...

the new Director

of the Royal Mint.

It's all working

perfectly, Diaz.

Looks like the Prime Minister

has given Kenworth...

the keys

to the Royal piggy bank.

He's obviously

under their control.

Don't worry, Prime Minister,

the money's safe with me.

Jolly good.

Now, about this sand business...

Darling, you're going

to run the Royal Mint.

Bravo!

Thank you.

I'll soon be one of

the richest men in England...

which is why I'm leaving you.

Leaving me?

This is turning out to be

a marvelous evening.

We have to stop them.

-Come on.

-Let's go.

Oopsy daisy!

Move over.

And now for my ultimate prize.

The President of

the United States.

Soon you'll be under

my complete control.

All the world's most powerful

men at my fingertips.

President to gift room.

Ah, good evening.

The President wants to see

the Queen's gift room.

Ah, I'm afraid that is

not protocol, sir.

Now you listen to me--

All right, all right,

keep your hair on.

Come on, follow me.

John, good to see you.

Sir...we thought it

might be a good idea...

for you to see

the Queen's gift room.

Relax, Guys. Just the President.

I've arranged

for a Presidential appointment.

Brilliant.

There you are.

What is the pastry chef

doing here...

and why is he wearing a dress?

It's not a dress. It's a bobo.

Thank you.

Now then, everybody, l--

I'm sorry. Who are you?

I, uh...

I'm Habu's uncle...Compton.

-What?

-No.

I mean--yes.

My favorite uncle--Compton.

Well, children, pay attention.

I have just been informed that

this evening's performance...

must finish promptly

at eight o'clock.

-What?

-Why?

Something about

a 7-eleven summit.

You mean G7?

Well, whatever.

It's a very important meeting,

and it has to start at 8:00...

so...no dilly-dallying,

all right?

We can't let

that meeting happen.

Kenworth and Diaz are

gonna use that meeting...

to take over the world.

What?

We have something to tell you.

Cody, yo, yo.

Need to know.

They need to know.

Guys...

we're secret agents.

There you go.

Right!

And I'm Spider-man.

And I'm Lara Croft.

And I'm Waheed Murad.

Who?

Famous lndian actor.

Right.

Guys, I'm being serious.

You're funny, Cody Banks.

Now, if you don't mind,

we have a concert to perform.

I believe you.

But what can we do?

Look, we can't let

those leaders...

get out of that room

until we say it's safe.

Keep playing all night

if you have to.

Here, play this.

I can't play clarinet.

You can play this one, Sabeen.

Come on, let's go.

See you later, Uncle Compton.

Habu.

Don't forget,

just keep on playing.

Each year

Her Majesty receives...

thousands of freebies

from around the globe.

Anything from a stuffed gazelle

to a rare croquet mallet...

presented by

the last Nawab of Pataudi...

could end up in here.

Mr. President...

the Queen's gift room!

Wow.

I can't see the President.

I can't see him either.

Something tells me

he's been checked in...

for a microchip root canal.

You guys check out back,

I'll go upstairs.

Let's go.

Your Royal Highnesses,

my Lords, ladies

and gentlemen...

Lady Josephine Kenworth!

Your Majesty...

esteemed guests...

I'd like to introduce you...

to a very special

international youth orchestra

Ied by

our distinguished conductor...

Sir lsambard Jerkalot.

-Good luck.

-Thank you.

Mr. President?

Hello?

Mr. President?

Where on earth is Cody Banks?

And Emily Sommers?

Yes, where are they?

Derek? Where are you?

Hello?

Mr. President?

Bring it on, baldie.

I am not bald.

Yes, you is!

Wait! Don't be so rash.

We can implant him and set him

on to his little pal Banks.

Better get back to the ballroom.

Dude, I've been looking

all over for you.

Oh, come on, Derek, what--

What are you doing?

And, in the girlie golden

dress, Agent Bowman.

Terminate Cody Banks.

Quit foolin' around.

We have to find the President.

Right hook. Left hook.

Again!

Come on, Derek.

-Spinny kick.

-Spinny kick?

You can't do a spinny kick.

Up you go.

Bear hug!

Double kick. Hit.

Duck, you idiot.

Hit it!

A little old for video games,

aren't we?

And you are too young...

to be snooping around

past your bedtime.

You know what I hate

about dentists?

They always say

something's not gonna hurt...

and it does.

Me, I'm honest.

Now this is gonna hurt.

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