Baby's Day Out

Synopsis: Baby Bink couldn't ask for more; he has adoring (if somewhat sickly-sweet) parents, he lives in a huge mansion, and he's just about to appear in the social pages of the paper. Unfortunately, not everyone in the world is as nice as Baby Bink's parents; especially the three enterprising kidnappers who pretend to be photographers from the newspaper. Successfully kidnapping Baby Bink, they have a harder time keeping hold of the rascal, who not only keeps one step ahead of them, but seems to be more than a little bit smarter than the three bumbling criminals.
Production: Twentieth Century Fox Home Entertainment
 
IMDB:
6.0
Rotten Tomatoes:
20%
PG
Year:
1994
99 min
1,216 Views


Boo-boo.

Couldn't we read another book?

We've read this one a hundred times.

Please?

Nanny Gilbertine is so tired of

the Boo-boo book, she could just gag.

Boo-boo.

All right. All right.

"One fine and sunny day,

Baby Boo's nanny Henrietta said

'Baby Boo, today you shall go

on a wonderful adventure."'

"'You will see the many,

many sights of the Big City."'

"After a lovely breakfast

they walked down the lane to the corner,

where they boarded a big, blue bus."

"They were on their way to the Big City."

"Baby Boo felt very grown-up indeed,

for this was his first trip

away from Mother and Father."

Did I tell you?

- Baby's having his picture taken today.

- Oh. Say hello to old Willy for me.

Old Willy isn't doing it.

I've hired Downtown Baby Photographers.

He's photographed Cotwell babies

since the Depression.

Old Willy hasn't had a picture

in the paper in over 20 years.

Everyone we know has had

their baby's picture in the paper.

Baby Bink is almost a year old

and virtually unknown.

I can't count the number of times I've been

asked why we're keeping our baby a secret.

You're right.

The only way to quiet such talk is to have our

small-minded friends open up their papers

and see a photograph of

the prettiest baby in the city.

- Get out! Come on!

- Come on, let's go. I said move it!

Move it!

Off with the fuzzy pink and blue sweaters,

nice and slow.

- Ed, does it matter who wears pink or blue?

- No!

Cotwell... Cotwell... Where is that little...

Dinner with the Westfalls tonight.

Don't forget to do your breathing exercises

Dr Phillips suggested.

- I have a breathing scheduled at 11.

- Bless your soul.

Have a wonderful day.

Bing?

What did you forget?

Oh, my pen! Thank you, Andrews.

What else?

Darling, you know how

I hate games in the morning.

Of course. Goodness, how could I forget?

Don't you get...

Don't you get into any mischief

while Dada's gone. Burble, burble.

Won't it be exciting when he can understand

the wonderful things we say to him?

Bye-bye. Bye-bye.

He can't look too butch,

but he can't look too feminine.

He has to look angelic, like a little prince.

That would suggest blue.

Blue? Won't that look like we're trying to

match his eyes? Won't it be too obvious?

I see lots of babies with

blue eyes and blue outfits.

What kind of babies?

Rich babies? Pretty babies?

- Regular babies? Lmportant babies?

- Regular babies.

Baby Bink is not a regular baby.

Buff, buff, buff, buff, buff.

Oh, but how shiny they're getting.

Now, now. Hold still.

Ready? Very, very handsome. Let me see.

Hello.

Get the gear.

Get the gear.

- He didn't say "Get the gear, Veeko."

- I'm the supervisor. You get it.

You got the blue sweater.

You help me get the gear.

A most pleasant and

charming good day to you, sir.

I am Mr Charlie,

photographer de babe,

entirely at your service.

You were expecting us?

- Thank you.

- Excuse me.

Whoa, look at this place!

Eddie.

We ain't here to nick no bric-a-brac.

We're here for the hit of a lifetime.

You wanna be a shoplifter, go to JC Penney.

You think we can get away with this?

No. I'm here because I've got

a wild curiosity about the electric chair.

Sorry.

What a gorgeous baby.

You must be so proud.

I'm Mrs Cotwell.

I am Mr Charlie.

Shall we begin?

Mr Francis, if you will go to the vehicle

and retrieve my light meter.

I'm going to be rich.

I want individual photos of Baby Bink.

Baby Bink? What

an absolutely delightful name.

- It's a pet name for Bennington.

- Certainly.

I want individual photos of Baby Bink,

and then a portrait of the two of us.

Whatever you wish, however you wish.

You photographed

the children of many of my friends.

Those pictures are forever appearing

in newspapers and magazines.

It is true.

- His picture's never been published.

- That cannot be.

It's true.

I am sure in the not-so-distant future

this little fellow will be very well known.

I want your very best. I want art.

I want you to set a new standard

for beauty in baby photography.

I so welcome the challenge, madame.

And, to that end, may I ask one small favor?

May I have some time alone with the child?

Oh, I need his complete attention.

The great bond between you and your son,

his love for you, will distract him.

I need to study his marvelous little features,

to learn how best to photograph him.

He does well with persons

he is not intimate with?

Does he?

He's a friendly boy, but he may not like...

Excellent!

Madame, if I might make a suggestion.

Your garment du jour, while

extremely magnificent, is so colorful,

I am afraid it will dominate the photograph

and detract from your natural beauty.

I knew this outfit was wrong.

I'll be back in 15 minutes.

Take all the time you need.

If he gets cranky,

read him his book.

How invaluable.

Thank you.

Mr Andrews, get the winter wardrobe.

- But, madam...

- Hurry, Gilbertine.

There you go.

Take the book.

Bink really deserves this moment

in the spotlight.

It's too bad the baby pictures

don't go on the front page.

- Ma'am?

- Yeah?

We gotta make this fast.

I'm sorry it took so long.

Where's Bink?

Eddie?

You're a smart guy. How do you tell

the front from the back on these diapers?

Are there pockets in the front?

- Very funny. The front and back are the same.

- Then it probably don't make no difference.

Put him in them regular baby clothes. That

fruit suit's a dead giveaway he's a rich kid.

Come on. Good boy.

Ed?

How do I know this milk

won't burn the kid's throat?

If that matters.

Try it on some skin first.

What's the matter with you?

I better let it cool down.

You like that?

Eddie?

Watch the baby.

Very good. Now see if it works the other way.

It works.

Put him in the bedroom.

The more he sleeps, the less attention

he draws from the neighbors.

- And keep an eye on him.

- Here you go, kid.

That little doo-doo machine

is my retirement money.

All right.

Nappy-nap time, little jerk.

Go to sleep real nice

cos Mr Teddy Bear over here,

he's been up all night drinking with

the Barbie dolls and he needs his rest.

All right. Drink your milk.

Take your nap.

Drink your milk! Take your nap!

- Eddie!

- What?

You got any suggestions how you

get these things to eat and sleep?

Sing him a song.

Eddie! What else did Mary's little lamb do?

Didn't he put Humpty Dumpty

back together again?

That was Nat King Cole.

Nat King Cole stuck his finger in the pie

and yanked out the bird.

How can a lamb put a Humpty

together again? He ain't got fingers.

Norby! Knock off the singin'

and read him his storybook.

If you can.

Wanna hear a story?

Let's see here. What do we got here?

"Nanny...

and Baby Boo...

strolled...

through...

the great big...

de...

de...

- department.

...department store."

"How many, many things there were to buy."

Or steal, if I was writin' that book.

Or steal, if I was writin' this book.

Mrs Cotwell? Dale Grissom, FBI.

I'd like to ask you a few questions.

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