Bigger Fatter Liar Page #3

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but I have to see you.

I need to tell you how I feel.

Oh, Mike.

I think this could be the start

of something very special.

I'm in the lobby.

I'll be right down.

Oh!

You're still here. Fine, yeah.

You can go. Fine.

Thanks.

Good luck.

Thanks.

Wait. What? Uh...

Don't worry, Mr. Wolf.

We'll do our best to see that

Big Fat Liar launches on time.

You'd better, because if

it doesn't, Candy... Kenny.

Yeah, whatever.

The point is, is that if

you don't fix this game,

I'm gonna see to it that you spend

the rest of your pathetic life

programming talking baby

dolls till your ears bleed!

Hi. Remember me?

Penny!

She's on a date.

All right, everybody, get out.

Now!

Now!

So, let me guess. This is

about, um, Big Fat Liar, right?

So you do remember?

What do you want, kid?

What do you think he wants?

Uh, money, credit

and an apology.

Actually, no.

What?

What?

All I want is for you to call

my dad and tell him the truth.

Seriously? We came all

this way for that?

You want me to call your dad,

Daddy, and tell him that I,

um, stole your idea?

Exactly.

Let me think about that.

Yeah, I'm gonna say no.

Mr. Wolf.

Larry...

Mr. Wolf.

Come on! Think about it.

I think we both know you want

to do the right thing.

Pretty much goes without saying that

if I'm going to steal somebody's idea,

which you have

absolutely no proof of,

I'm probably not going

to do the right thing.

Security!

Mr. Wolf?

You're making a big mistake.

Is that a threat?

Let me tell you something, kid.

I didn't get this far in the corporate

snake pit by being intimidated,

especially by some

smart-ass kid.

So why don't you and

Fly-Over Barbie here

go back to Hooterville,

where you belong?

I came up with Big Fat Liar, and I

am never going to admit otherwise.

Oh, Mr. Wolf,

I am so sorry.

Oh! So am I, because the unemployment

line is so long these days!

Steroids, get these two

out of my sight.

Yes, sir.

Hey!

Nice try with the phone.

Beat it.

Kids!

Zip it.

Well, it was worth a shot.

If it's any consolation,

I believed you all along.

Oh, this isn't over.

Well, what else can you do?

You heard Wolf.

You don't have any proof, and

he's not going to admit anything.

Not yet.

You bumped his phone?

Got all the data when

it was in my pocket.

Addresses, phone numbers,

schedules, emails...

ls that...

Uh-huh.

What kind of moron keeps his

credit card numbers in his phone?

He could have done this

the easy way.

But now, we're gonna

do things my way.

Of course, Mr. Wolf.

Your father has arranged a pre-paid

room, all expenses on his account.

Welcome to

the Fairmont Nob Hill.

Front!

Wow.

This is beautiful.

Tell me they have a minibar.

$50 for a cheeseburger?

Yeah, that's crazy.

We need to spend more money.

Let's go out for dinner.

Um, Kevin, I didn't

exactly pack for going out.

Don't worry, we'll just put

it on Larry Wolf's tab.

You know what?

We'll take them all.

How much is this going to cost?

Uh... Who cares?

Don't you think it's a bit ironic,

trying to prove to your dad

that you're telling the truth by

lying, cheating, and stealing?

Wolf ripped me off.

I'm just paying him back.

Oh, look. Caviar!

Really expensive caviar.

I still feel bad about this.

I told you, Wolf deserves it.

Not that, this.

I really don't mind sleeping on

the couch if you want the bed.

You came all this way with me.

It's the least I could do.

True. Are you going to

the homecoming dance?

No. You?

Give me a break. It's

a stupid, outdated ceremony.

Designed to maintain

the status quo.

And feed the egos of

cool kids in school.

Well, you can't dance, anyway.

Oh.

Well, you dance like a duck.

You move like you've

got explosive diarrhea.

I do not!

Dance, Kevin, dance!

You're going down!

Hi, Dad.

Hey, Kev.

I'm just checking in.

Is everything okay?

Just great. I'm learning

a lot at summer school.

I really think this is going

to be a life-changing event.

Well, I'm glad to hear that.

I'll be home in a couple days,

but if you need anything,

just let me, you know...

Gotta go, Dad! Don't want to be

late for civil disobedience class.

Hurry up.

Got it.

Send.

I think it's time we saw San Francisco.

Don't you?

Good morning, Mr. Wolf,

Miss... Wolf.

May I arrange a car for you?

Thank you, Elliot.

You may.

Oh.

Figaro,

Figaro, Figaro, Figaro, Figaro

Figaro!

Figaro, Figaro,

Figaro, Figaro, Figaro

Ah!

Kevin.

Hello, San Francisco!

Kevin!

You've got a call.

The bank.

Larry Wolf.

Yes, this is he.

Unusual charges?

No, those are all accounted for.

Just treating my little

lady to a day in the city,

if that's okay with you.

Yes, we might be making

a few more big purchases.

Very big-

Yes, you too.

Buh-bye now.

Are we in trouble?

Please. It's all

under control.

So, you really

Mr. Wolf's kids?

Yep.

Hmm. Interesting.

Mr. Wolf has no kids.

Oh. Well, he doesn't

like to talk about us.

We're the black sheep

in the family.

Cut the crap. I work

for Highcroft Electronics.

The hotel, they called the

company to arrange the limo.

Uh-oh.

Yeah. Uh-oh.

I overheard you talking about

using his credit card.

What are you up to?

Nothing. It's all authorized.

Give me a break.

Let me tell you a little story.

Before I drive limo,

I used to work for Mr. Wolf.

You designed video games?

No, housewares.

I was the top engineer in

the whole appliance division.

Ever heard of the FridgeMate?

The TV set built

into the refrigerator?

That was me.

I've always wondered why

people wanted to watch TV

standing in front of the fridge.

I don't know.

They just do.

My point is,

it was my invention,

and then my boss,

the Mr. Larry Wolf,

he stole my idea

and pretended it was his own!

I know the feeling.

Why didn't you say something?

But what would I say?

Hmm? I had no proof, and it

was his word against mine.

And when I confronted him on it,

he reassigned me to

the transportation department,

and he said

if I ever complained,

he would blacklist

my name all over town!

Why are you telling us all this?

Because, I can tell that you

two are up to something,

and if it involves causing

any Hooterville to Mr. Wolf,

I'm in.

According to his schedule,

he's in meetings all day.

So?

So, he won't be home.

The perfect time to drop by

his house for a little visit.

And then we kill him, hmm?

Uh, no.

Uh, no.

Suit yourself.

Tomorrow, you have your meeting with Mr.

Highcroft at 2:
00...

Oh, that little twerp. Why do I

have to waste my time on him?

Because he is the company's president.

And then you're being interviewed

by the TV station at 3:00.

Those bozos better

have Big Fat Liar ready,

'cause if Highcroft finds

out, we're in trouble.

He'll pull the plug

on this whole thing.

I'm sure they're working as hard

as they can. Well, I'm not.

I want Dopey and his Short

Bus Team here all night.

Hmm?

I want that game checked

and double-checked

till it's good to go,

you got that?

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