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- Well, who is Macintosh?|- I work for him. He's paying me.

Yeah, but who is he?|I never met him.

- You mean you haven't met him?|- No, I haven't met him.

- He's heard about you.|- Really?

Yeah, about work and stuff.|Really good things.

- Well... His stuff is|blocking our driveway.|- Dad.

Boys!

Could you clear a path,|please?

Get a move on it!

All set, Dad.

"I knew a guy who was tough|but sweet"

[Henry]|Go, go, go, go, go, go, go!

"He's the one|He can't be beat"

"He's got everything|that I desire"

- "Sets the summer sun on fire"|- Brake, brake!

"I want candy"

- "I want candy"|- Flip, flip, flip, flip, flip!

- "Yeah"|- [Game] Body blow. Uppercut.

- Body blow. Left hook.|Uppercut. Body blow.|- Ow.

- Uppercut.|- Come on, come on, come on,|come on, come on!

Body blow.|Ten, nine...

- "I want candy"|- Yeah! Yes!

"I want candy"

"Go to see him|when the sun goes down"

- Come on, Henry! Come on!|- "Ain't no finer boy in town"

- Hey! Whoa!|- "I want candy"

- Oh, Henry!|- "I want candy"

- The blood rushed to my head.|- "Hey"

"Hey"

"Hey"

"Hey, hey"

[Woman]|Is something wrong?

No. I was wondering who could spend|cash like that these days.

Oh, yeah.|The man's name is Macintosh.

- Macintosh?|- Mm-hmm. He just moved here.

- Apparently loaded.|- Apparently.

I don't feel good about being here.|People may get the wrong idea.

Really?|You don't feel good?

How do you think I felt when you|gave away my million dollars, huh?

Juice. See anybody|that looks like him?

Oh, yeah. He looks like him.|Uh, she looks like him right there.

Way back over there,|uh, there goes his little twin brother.

You give me one picture and expect me|to find him out of all these kids?

You must be crazy. I'm gonna get on|the water slide. I'm startin' to sweat.

Hey, mister, you know|where the refreshment stands are?

- [Pops Balloon]|- No.

[Girl Crying]

Boom, boom, boom!|I got you!

Boom, boom,|boom, boom!

[Electronic Gunfire]

- [Butch Whimpering]|- He says he knows you, boss.

Oh, well, just throw him out.

[Screaming]|Ow! Ow!

- Banzai!|- "I want candy"

- [Preston Screaming]|- "I want candy"

"Hey"

"Hey"

- "Hey"|- Hiya.

I didn't expect|to see you here.

- Oh, what you doin' here?|- I came by to see Mr Macintosh.

- Oh, no, he's in a meeting.|- That's okay, I'll wait.|I just really need to see him.

- He's in meetings all day.|- All day?

- Swamped.|- Hey, I missed you at the bank.

I thought you were gonna come by|and see me about opening up an account.

- Oh, I had to work.|- Wow. This is where you work?

- Not too shabby.|- Comfortable.|- I brought an application.

- Do you still want to open up|an account with me?|- Yeah.

- Okay. Do you have your deposit?|- I'll go get it.

Okay. Great.

[Preston Screaming]

- Whoa!|- That's amazing!

Sorry, just printed it.

Two hundred dollars. Looks like|you fell into some money, huh?

- I make a living.|- Yeah, well, I guess Mr Macintosh...

He knows a good man|when he sees one.

- Will he be opening|up an account with us?|- Uh, maybe.

Yeah? Great. You know, I'd love|to meet him. How's tonight?

- Uh, tonight. What's tonight?|- Tonight's Wednesday.

Wednesday.

Wednesday.|I'm sorry, he's busy.

- Too bad.|- Uh, but I'm not.

Oh, I handle|all his financial affairs.

- You do?|- Not all of them,

but I can tell you a lot about him,|sort of like a pre-meeting.

- And he wouldn't mind?|- Hasn't complained yet.

Okay. I'll come by|around 8:00.

Okay. Wait, I could|send a car for you.

Okay. Cool.|It's a date then. Bye-bye.

A date?

A date?

I've never been on a date.

You know what they call me|downtown? The Babe-Meister.

Think about it.

Okay, I'm gonna tell you about|the real deal on dating, which I know.

First of all, women love a great body.|They love... Look at this bod.

- Whoa. See?|- Yeah, yeah.

Of course, you've got a bod now that's|of a Greek god. Really. Think about it.

Women like you to have|a good bod because they want|to feel they're protected.

You might have to fight some guy,|you know? But not with those arms.

You don't want to hit a guy with|those arms 'cause those pythons|would take a guy's head off.

Seriously. You're buff, but we're|gonna get you chiseled.

Okay? Oh, wait.|Whoa, whoa, whoa.

I'm having a vision|here of a date.

- The perfect date for you guys.|- Uh, Steak Heaven!

Ho, ho! My little friend, you really|have the hots for this one, huh?

You know, if you really|want to go upscale,

that all-you-can-eat salad bar...|women love that.

And take some with you. You know,|line your pockets with plastic bags.

Put the food in there. 'Cause|it doesn't say "All you can eat here."

Does it say "here" on the sign?|I don't think so.

So you take something back for later.|A little snackaroo.

Oh, women love that. You get home|and you got a pocketful of hot wings.

There's nothing more|that impresses a woman.

Get yourself some flowers.|Get yourself a great body,

some nice hair,|some good clothes, a car,

and learn to say words|like "noncommittal."

You are a date|and a half, pal.

"There he is|Some Tiny Tim"

"There he is|Six foot and risin'"

"Ooh, there he is|He's a knockout machine"

- "He's number one He's double cool"|- Yeah!

"He's the naked truth|in magazines"

- "I believe in him"|- "Wonderman"

- "He is a Mr Wonderman"|- "Wonderman"

"He is a Mr Wonderman"

"Ah, yes"

- "Wonderman"|- Ew.

- "Wonderman"|- One more! Yes, yes, yes!

Ah!

[Preston]|Hey, I'm gonna get you!

[Henry] You are little sushi man.|Sushi man down. Big boy throw.

Then they chase around. Come around|other way, fall down. Splat.

- [Preston Screaming]|- " Here comes the wonderman|He'd like to say bye-bye"

- Why are you dressed|like a game show host?|- I'm going out tonight.

Just a minute, young man.|You're still grounded.

- But it's for Mr Macintosh.|- I don't care.

Macintosh may have a pile of|money, but he doesn't decide...

when my son|is or isn't grounded.

- But it's for my job.|- Your job is to be grounded.

- [Both] Grounded.|- So much for Plan 442.

What do you know|about Plan 442?

Well, it's the investment plan you've|been working on, your "prespectus."

Prospectus. What are you doing|going through my work?

Well, I didn't want to say it,|but I told Mr Macintosh...

about your Plan 442, and he was|very, very interested.

Yep, I promised him I'd bring a copy|of it tonight and show it to him.

But I didn't want to tell you just|in case you got your hopes all up and...

No, no, no, no, no,|of course not.

Let me get you a fresh copy|of the "prespectus."

- I'll get a copy of it, sweetheart.|- Prospectus.

Yeah.

- Here. You're welcome.|- Oh, thank you.

Hurry up. Go. Go!|You want the car keys?

Nah, that's okay, Dad.

I don't drive yet.

- [Dad] You want me to drive you?|- [Preston] No, it's okay.

You know, I still haven't met Macintosh.|Maybe I should go over and...

- No! You'll ruin everything.|- Why not?

He has a date tonight|and he's very nervous about it.

- I guess I can see him|first thing in the morning.|- Oh, I don't know, Dad.

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