Around the World in 80 Days

To the Bank of England! Quickly!

Surround the building!

You go that way! You go this way!

There he is!

- Come on!

- After him, men!

That way!

- He came this way. I'm sure of it.

- Come on!

Come on, mates! Keep up!

Sorry, sir.

Today is the day I will finally achieve

what has been deemed impossible.

Man can break

the 50-mile-per-hour speed barrier.

And you're lucky

to be a part of it, Pierre.

- It's Jean Michel, sir.

- Yes.

We will make history.

Or we will die trying.

- Die?

- This is very exciting.

That's it!

I refuse to be catapulted,

electrocuted, or have my internal organs

disrupted any longer!

I quit!

He is a very sick man!

The electrocution was not my fault!

You refused to wear

the rubber underpants!

We're looking for a bank robber.

Is there no man brave enough

to be my valet?

Oh... Aah!

I'm your new valet.

Uh... I must commend

the valet service

on their impeccable foresight.

But they know I only

accept French valets.

Yes. Oh! Oui! Oui!

I come from a long line

of French valets.

On my father's side.

Very, very French.

- But your accent.

- My father French. Never speak.

My mother Chinese and never shuts up.

All the children pick up her accent.

Very well.

Will you be willing to risk your life

to challenge the laws of physics?

- Yes. Uh, and I can sing, too.

- Excellent. Pop this little hat on.

- He's got to be in here.

- He's this way!

And the throttle in your

right hand controls the speed.

- How do I stop?

- Godspeed!

Uh-uh-uh...

Twenty-five miles per hour.

Yes, the pressure's stable-ish.

We need more speed, man.

Waah! Wee-yoo!

Forty miles per hour.

Hang on in there, my good man.

Forty-seven.

Forty-eight.

Forty-nine.

Eureka! We've done it!

Uh...

Waaah!

I say, I say. Uh, good morning.

- I'm looking for a man with...

- Over here!

There he is. There's my valet.

Sorry! New valet.

Whoa!

Whoa!

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

You'll be able to let go any second.

The pack will run out of steam

in exactly three, two, one.

Now.

Look out!

- That was incredible!

- We've broken the human speed barrier.

Good-bye, sir.

It's been very nice valeting for you.

Let's... do it again soon.

Please, wait!

With you as my brave valet,

I can test all my inventions.

No!

Spread out!

- Cover that...

- Yes, yes.

- I take the job.

- Splendid!

I can't wait to present

my results to the Academy.

Too kind. Too kind. Thank you.

And with this grant to develop

new applications for copper wire,

Dr. Ramsey invented this.

Needless to say,

the Royal Academy of Science

declared this crackpot

mentally incompetent,

and he was duly dispatched

to a lunatic asylum.

Sir. I have an urgent

announcement for you. Here.

Don't just stand there. Read it.

Oh. Um...

"It is with great distress

that Scotland Yard announces

that the Bank of England...

has been robbed."

My stolen Jade Buddha stolen?

You blighter!

You gave me every assurance that

the Bank of England was impenetrable!

Sir, sir, I said, "lmpregnable."

It's the same thing, you idiot!

Please, please, not the quills!

Lord Salisbury!

Please contact General Fang

and inform her, no Buddha, no deal.

To forgo your obligation would

be dishonorable, Lord Kelvin.

A woman in the Royal Academy?

The Jade Buddha was delivered

by us to the Bank of England.

- What happens while in British hands...

- Is absolutely your concern.

Colonel Kitchner,

chief of Scotland Yard,

please inform General Fang

what other items were stolen

from the bank.

Nothing else.

Exactly. It seems

your little land dispute

has spilled over

onto our noble shore.

Until the Jade Buddha

is back in my possession,

you and your cause will receive no

British military assistance whatsoever.

Kitchner.

My agents will retrieve the Jade

Buddha once again, Lord Kelvin.

This time, do not let it

slip through your fingers.

A female general.

What sort of pathetic man

takes orders from a woman?

Cor!

- Come away from here.

- Oh, Dad. Can't we stay?

My wind-powered pulley system

circulates the house with fresh air.

Kitchen items are to be placed

on the white boat,

and the blue is for laundry.

But most importantly,

this supplies the house

with a running current of electricity.

Electricity.

This is my comprehensive

data schedule and list of regulations.

It's quite simple. You're never

to divert one iota from my plans.

I must live my life

with total efficiency...

to maximize my inventing capacity,

thus enabling me to do

the most I can for mankind.

Uh, Mr. Fogg, you are a noble,

precise gentleman.

Thank you. Uh... Sorry.

What was your name? Ahem.

Passport. Too.

Passepartout.

Bottled light.

A miracle.

Hardly.

Just undiscovered science from

an American named Thomas Edison.

It turns on with a whistle.

Please don't do that.

Ah, I see your eye is drawn

to what I hope will one day

be my crowning achievement.

A giant moth?

- It's a flying machine.

- It can fly?

Yes.

No. But it will... one day.

One day it will transport people

through the air.

Perhaps over entire oceans.

Uh-oh.

I'm going to have

to make a rule for this.

Dear Father:

I will find the fastest way

back to China...

to make our village safe once again.

Passepartout?

Departure for the Royal Academy

of Science in two minutes.

Prepare my urban transport device.

Prepare my urban transport device.

It's the shoes

with little wheels on them.

It's the shoes

with little wheels on them.

Clear the way. Clear the way.

Mr. Fogg coming through.

Watch out! Watch out!

Excuse me. Out of way.

- Gangway.

- Fogg's arrived.

- Gangway. Ooh!

- Hey!

That makes it exactly

ten minutes before noon.

That will be all.

Gentlemen.

Today I have proved that man

can break the 50-mile-per-hour

speed barrier

without disrupting

his internal organs.

Where is your Royal Academy

of Science authorization?

What am I thinking? What a fool.

That would mean that you

were a real scientist!

By your definition,

a real scientist's objective

would be to prevent man from progress.

We live in a golden age, Fogg.

Everything worth discovering

has been discovered.

Yet ridiculous dreamers

like you insist

on a past filled with dinosaurs...

and evolution.

And on a future filled

with motorized vehicles,

radio waves,

and flying machines!

Confound it! The bloody

Bank of England is a madhouse!

Rumor has it the bloke's a foreigner.

An Asian chap.

Rumor has it the bloke's a foreigner.

Nothing.

Yes, I heard it was a Chinese fellow,

and he acted alone.

No. Actually,

they say he was Norwegian.

In fact, though, it was a gang

of elderly Norwegians.

I heard it from a very reliable source

that it was a gang

of redheaded elderly Norwegians

with very tiny feet.

It's about time

someone robbed that bank.

Like this very institution,

the Bank of England is outdated.

As usual, your contempt

for tradition is appalling.

You rest on your traditions,

if you prefer,

but, as with this bank robber,

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