Baby Geniuses Page #6
- PG
- Year:
- 1999
- 97 min
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Stick out your tongue.
Make him wiggle his tongue.
Now, wiggle your tongue.
Sly, make him pick his nose. Go on.
Come on, Sly. Make him pick it.
That's gross.
- Make him.
- Make him pick his nose.
Pick your nose now.
Pick it. Pick it.
When I snap my fingers...
...you'll wake up.
Lenny, wake up.
Time to take the kids home.
Get their jackets on them.
We leave here in 30 minutes.
I'm up!
All right, move out.
Where is that?...
Boy, this is not your lunch break.
All right, Ice Pick. Hop to it.
Come on, Carrie.
Aren't you coming?
No, I got a job to do here.
/ don't know but /'ve been told...
Eskimo girls are mighty cold...
Dr. Kinder is a son of a gun...
Got cooties and they weigh a ton...
One, two, three, four
One, two...
Three, four...
- We got it! We got it, Margo!
- We did it!
Where is everybody?
You got what? An eviction notice?
We get the whole ball of wax.
The loan, everything.
We find out tomorrow.
Where is everybody?
Out delivering the kids.
Is everything okay?
I don't know.
Something weird's going on.
I got a bad feeling.
Mrs. Dexter?
He hasn't?
Randy hasn't gotten home yet.
- Okay. I'll get right on it.
- It's late.
Mrs. Walters?
I know. Well, we're checking into it.
It's probably a flat tire.
Okay, I'll phone you back.
I'll phone the bus.
Bobbins' bus.
Where are you?
We have a vitally important
errand at Babyco.
We have a vitally important
errand at Babyco.
What did he say?
They had a vitally important
errand at Babyco.
Dickie was kind of
saying it along with him.
Like a song-and-dance team?
I don't know. They sound like robots.
What kind of errand could they
possibly have at Babyco?
What is it, honey?
Yes, Mrs. Skyla.
I think she's trying to tell us
something about Whit.
- He's in the bathroom.
- Quack, quack.
What are you trying to tell us?
He went off with a duck?
What is it, sweetie?
Babyco.
Hello. Mrs. Hebutis.
Concentrate, Daddy.
You can do it, Daddy.
Try.
Go on. I'm getting it.
Connect with your inner child.
- Try harder. Danger!
- What?
Whit has a twin brother called Sly.
He's been here for the last two days.
- What?
- What "what"?
Sly and Whit got switched
at the mall.
And Dr. Kinder kept Whit
in her secret lab to experiment on.
Oh, my God!
- What?
- She says Elena has a secret lab.
I don't believe this.
Whit and Sly got switched.
What? Who's Sly?
She's getting rid of the lab
and moving the babies to Liechtenstein.
Liechtenstein? Oh, my God!
Liechtenstein? What Liechtenstein?
I'll tell you on the way.
Sweetie, do you know
all the secrets to life?
Sure. Piece of cake.
I'll explain when you get back.
- What's with the Liechtenstein?
- I'll tell you.
Liechtenstein.
I hate Liechtenstein!
Hello? 911?
This is an emergency.
- What is the nature of this emergency?
- There's been a kidnapping.
And who's been kidnapped?
My son.
How old is he?
Who kidnapped him?
He's almost 2, and his aunt
did it yesterday at the mall.
His aunt kidnapped him
at the mall yesterday?
- Right.
- And you're just reporting it?
She switched him for his twin brother.
She switched him with his twin?
- How do you know this?
- My daughter told me.
How old is she?
Eighteen months.
- / know this sounds strange.
- No, sir.
I get this kind of call all the time.
Now let me get this straight.
Your 18-month-old daughter told you...
...that her aunt kidnapped your son...
...by trading him
for his twin at the mall?
- Is that about it?
- Listen.
This woman is moving all of the babies
to a secret lab in Liechtenstein!
A secret lab in Liechtenstein?
Well, that is serious.
Give me your name, sir,
and I'll get you all the help you need.
- She thinks I'm nuts.
- Well, no wonder.
911?
Now listen.
You know that Babyco building?
There's a bomb in there, and we're going
to blow those little suckers to Venus!
You wanted cops? You got cops.
The magnificent Sly
and the Bobbins' babies...
...have a vitally important
errand at Babyco.
Security personnel, report to stations.
What are you doing?
The magnificent Sly
and the Bobbins' babies...
...have a vitally important
errand at Babyco.
What's up, doc?
Well, well...
...the resourceful Mr. Sly.
Go! Go! Move!
I don't know who
your friends were, Sly...
...but I do know one thing.
You are mine.
See you in Joyworld, doc.
You know the drill. Take your places.
I'll be in the control centre.
Move out.
Show me the money.
Fasten your seat belt, doc.
The ca-ca's gonna hit the fan.
Okay, robo-entertainers, where are you?
Beautiful.
Where are you, big boy?
Okay, baby, nappy's over.
Come on, you can do it.
Give me five.
That's it. Cool.
Let's bring up some schematics.
Great. Now for a little rewiring, boys.
And then...
...let the games begin.
Bring my helicopter to the helipad
at the back of Joyworld.
Hover and descend on my command.
What can you hope to get from this?
Just a little satisfaction, doc.
Okay, let's get ready to move out.
All right, Sly, come off it.
I know it's you.
Okay, brother, make your move.
All right. The fun is over.
Okay, boys, let's march.
Lights...
...camera...
...action!
Baby...
...want a hug.
Baby want a hug.
- Get them, you fool!
- Go!
Baby want a hug.
What? No hug?
That make Baby Bunting mad.
Get the baby!
Right cross.
Left hook.
You the one, baby.
Okay, alien, a little target practice.
Blew his brains out!
Merry Christmas!
And a happy New Year...
What's the matter with you guys?
These are oversized dolls!
Go, clown.
You know the drill.
Lexi, kangaroo. Duby, ostrich.
Oh, behave, baby!
Enjoy the ride, suckers!
Not yet.
Not yet. Now!
Take him.
You take him.
I saw what happened last time.
All right. The Whit man's in the house.
Get him!
Basil, out of the park.
All right, Lexi. Give me five, Basil.
We're out of here.
You don't mess with the Sly man, Heep.
Stop! Stop!
It's you and me, Sly.
Mano a mano.
You're a tremendous
disappointment to me, Sylvester.
You never understood
the importance of the work.
Why, you could've known greatness.
Instead, you're just gonna be another...
...another kid.
Are you smart enough to keep
your mouth shut?
Need I say more?
Et tu, Basil?
And proud of it.
Sly, I knew you'd come back for me.
Every time, kiddo.
Sly, are you okay?
I feel funny.
No. I think that's Sly.
Sly, are you okay?
What?
Helicopter.
- The helicopter pad?
- Roof.
The roof? He's on?...
Oh, my God. Elena!
Here, take him.
All right, take him up.
Take it up, you fool! Up!
Up?
Oh, my God!
Dan, are you all right? Are you okay?
Mommy!
Mommy!
Aunt Elena!
Auntie Elena!
Lower the chopper.
Lower the helicopter immediately.
Do it now.
This is your last warning.
Lower the chopper.
Officer, arrest this woman.
She's insane!
She's trying to harm the babies.
Auntie Elena, you tell them
or I swear to God...
For heaven's sakes,
stop calling me that.
I am not your aunt.
You're not my aunt?
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