Around the World in 80 Days Page #7

a telegram from...

General Fang, sir.

We're going to make it!

- This all right?

- Oh, dear.

- This is exactly like a dream I had.

- You dream of winning the race?

- No, of crashing to my death.

- Don't worry. I'm gonna get it.

- Look up there!

- Great Scott!

Look! A flying machine!

- Don't step on the wing!

- It's Phileas Fogg!

Sir, rumor has it a flying machine

is heading for the Royal Academy,

our bank thief at the pedals.

Some people will believe anything.

A flying machine is

heading for the Academy!

- The bank thief is pedaling!

- See what I mean?

Help!

Well done, Passepartout!

The wing ropes!

Just a minor setback.

Another minor setback.

All right, this is a major setback.

A flying machine is headed

for the Royal Academy,

and witnesses swear

that it's Phileas Fogg.

Faster, Passepartout! Faster!

- We're losing altitude!

- Landing gear?

That would have been

an excellent idea!

The bird men are here!

No. I will not lose this wager!

He is not to reach the top step.

Get the police. Here. Now!

I want Fogg arrested the moment

his feet touch British soil!

Oh!

- I'm sorry...

- Right in my ear!

Passepartout, get back in your seat.

We're going to return to the ground!

Stop! Kitchner! Hold your ground!

Why are they fleeing?

Cowards!

Hold on!

Make it to the top step!

- New Zealand. We didn't go there.

- Top step.

Arrest them!

They robbed the Bank of England!

No, no!

Nonsense! Where is your proof?

This is the Royal Academy of Science!

We don't need to prove anything!

Besides which,

by the time you get out of jail,

you'll have lost the wager.

Noon.

We did our best.

Out of me way! Move it!

I used to be somebody important!

Should have thrown him

through a higher window.

- Get off!

- Get rid of this buffoon!

That's the thanks I get for going

halfway around the world to stop Fogg?

He also sent a Chinese warlord

to kill Phileas Fogg!

That's right. He did!

Lies! All of it!

- Kitchner!

- Yes?

- Tell them!

- Oh, well, yes, uh...

- Well, the thing of it...

- You mumbling moron!

Salisbury, translate Kitchner's blather.

I... Me... I... Yes. Yes!

- Rhodes!

- The thing of it is,

I don't want to make a fuss.

You spineless cretins!

That man stuck me with quills!

Bunches of them!

Yes! Lord Kelvin's a bully!

It's true! I hate to admit it,

but I'm a battered lord.

- No!

- Oh, boo-hoo!

So what if I did

try to kill Phileas Fogg?

What are you gutless peons

going to do about it?

I hold all the power!

I run everything!

So which of you half-wits

is going to stop me? You? You? You?

- The queen!

- The queen?

Oh, the queen!

That inbred, antiquated old cow!

The only way she could stop me

is if she sat on me!

With her big, fat royal bottom!

She's behind me, isn't she?

Oh, Your Majesty.

I have just apprehended the culprits

who robbed the Bank of England.

- No, Majesty!

- Rubbish!

Quiet!

I love being able to do that.

So, Lord Kelvin,

unsportsmanlike conduct,

attempted murder,

trading my arsenal for Buddhas.

How do you know about that?

I never said...

Admit it. You've been

a naughty boy, haven't you?

Your Majesty, I assure you,

there is an explanation for all of this.

What it was, was, was...

I was... I... I was simply...

simply...

Why do they always run?

Arrest him.

Get out of my way, you fools!

Unhand me! Don't you know who I am?

I'll kill you!

I'll have you for this, Fogg!

So, is this Phileas Fogg's

miraculous flying invention?

Your Majesty, we all invented it.

I'm very impressed,

and that doesn't happen often.

Thank you.

But still, we failed

to help Phileas win his bet.

- I'm sorry, Phileas.

- Don't be, my chri.

I saw the world.

I learnt of new cultures.

I flew across an ocean.

I wore women's clothing.

Oh?

Made a friend.

Fell in love.

- Who cares if I lost a wager?

- I do.

- I've got 20 quid riding on you.

- Your Majesty, it has gone 12 noon.

Correct. Which gives you

- Could we have miscounted?

- No.

I moved Mr. Fogg's watch ahead one hour

as we passed each time zone.

The international date line.

We set our watches forward

at 20 more time zones, so...

here it's still day 79.

- So, we've...

- We've won!

We won, we won...

Thank God. Ah!

Your Majesty, I...

I apologize. Do forgive me.

- I quite forgot myself.

- Go and win your bet, Mr. Fogg.

I shall need a new minister of science.

Uh, yes, of course, Your Majesty.

- Shall we?

- Yeah.

Go!

- We won, Phileas! We won!

- Yes!

We won!

Oh, well done!

Go ahead.

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