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Oh, that looks tasty. Looks like|something you'd find between your toes.

Ah, ah, ah!|It's sucking the life outta me!

- Shut up! Everybody's looking.|- So what? Who cares?

Relax, have a good time. She'll show up.|Oh, there's Shay now. Ha!

Just kidding. I was kidding ya!|Would you just relax?

She'll be here. It's not at all|what you thought it'd be like?

Hate being rich, huh?|Preston? Preston?

Ice cream, ice cream.

Yoo-hoo, Preston!

Now, where is our mystery man?|It's time for Mr Macintosh|to make his appearance.

I like to give my employers|their bills directly.

That way if they have any questions|or heart attacks or something...

- I'll give it to him.|- Fine.

Be quick about it.

$100,000?

Sweetheart, I know this seems|like a whole lot of money to|normal people like me and you,

but to a man like Macintosh|this is just pennies.

- Now, you get up there|and get me my money!|- Ow! I'll get your money.

[Computer Beeping]

Party:
$100,000.

Not a problem.|You can leave it.

This is fine.|I'll be right back. Thank you.

[Computer]|Transaction not possible.

Insufficient funds.

Current balance:
$332.17.

- Transaction not possible.|- Three hundred dollars?

- Insufficient funds.|Transaction not possible.|- Oh, no!

- No, please, God.|- Insufficient funds.

This can't be right.

One, two, three, four...

[Chattering]

It's gone.|It's all gone.

[Knocking]

Mr Macintosh?|Oh, sorry to bother you.

It's Fred Waters,|Preston's dad.

I know you got a bash going on here,|so I'll make it brief.

But, uh,

I wanted to ask you|a favour.

You see, today is Preston's|birthday and if you see him,

if you could send him home|a little early.

Lately he's been|working so hard.

All of a sudden money's|become so important to him.

I guess that's|mostly my fault.

You don't have kids,|do you, Mr Macintosh?

I'll tell you, it's very easy|to make mistakes with them.

I haven't always paid enough|attention to my kids.

I pushed them|too hard... maybe.

Especially Preston.

I guess I expect|more from him.

He reminds me of myself at that age.|I couldn't wait to grow up.

I'm afraid he's missing out|on his childhood.

So am I.

Well, thanks. I won't take up|any more of your time.

And we appreciate you|sending Preston home early.

If... If he wants to come,|that is.

- [Whispering] I want to come home.|- Thanks.

Dad. Dad?

Dad?

Dad! Dad!

Dad!

Dad, wait!

Daddy! Henry?

Henry! Wait a minute,|where's Henry?

Your driver?|He left a little while ago.

H-He left?|You sure it was Henry?

Big guy, white limo.

He's gone.

Thanks.

Now I know|who my friends are.

Excuse me. Sorry.

- [Door Opening]|- [Shay] Preston?

Mr Macintosh?

- Mr Macintosh?|- It's just me.

- Which one of us did you want?|- I was looking for you.

- Oh, good.|- And Mr Macintosh.

Look, it's very, very important|that I find Mr Macintosh right now.

- Do you understand?|- He's nowhere.

- He's gone.|I think you'd better leave too.|- Preston...

- you could be in danger.|- Just go, okay?

You got your necklace.|Just take it and leave.

"Give it back|There's no time to lose"

"So give it back|Give it back"

Riggs? Riggs?|Riggs?

Looks like|no one's home.

- Shut up, Wienerman.|- Biderman.

- Where is he?|- I don't know, but he might be|down the street...

at Mr Macintosh's,|that's his boss.

- Macintosh. Come on!|- [Whimpering]

You know, I do like|what they have done with this colour.

There you are, puppy-butt.|Did you get me my money?

- Uh, Macintosh has disappeared.|- What?

Now, I am warning you, Tom Thumb,|don't you trifle with me.

If I don't get paid,|I will sue Mr Macintosh...

for every dime|he is worth!

Well, be sure and tell me|when you find him.

Okay, little Mr Man,|this party is over!

Quiet! Stop that playing! Stop that|music! Quiet! Attention! Attention!

Everybody,|this party is over!

Our host...|can't pay his bills!

- Mr Macintosh is a fraud!|- [Woman] What?

[Crowd Murmuring]|Who's that kid?

She's right.|Hate to tell you this,

but there's been|a terrible mistake.

Nobody s-should|have been invited.

Macintosh is... is gone.

And he's not coming back.

So I think you should|all leave too, so go. Go on.

Close down the bar!|Come on, let's get outta here.

Come on, Antoine.|Move it!

Come on, move it!

Come back with those glasses!|Give me that!

Oh! Oh! Oh!

[Knocking]

Henry?

Henry!|I knew you'd come back!

Henry...|[Gasping]

Happy birthday.|I'm here to blow out your candles.

- Oh! Let me go!|- What's your hurry, kid?|Got a big cheque to cash?

- Let me go!|- I like this pad.|What do you think, Juice?

Oh, yeah, I like the pad.|It looks real nice.

- Can you handle it? Got the TV, drums.|- Oh, I like this.

- TV, drums.|- All kinds of toys.

- He's got a little taste,|a little flavour.|- What's this thing here?

- I don't think|I've seen one of those before.|- How do you work this?

Well, you turn the knob...

You really shouldn't let him|in such a nice house as this.

All your stuff|could get broken.

Kid, where's Macintosh?

N-Nowhere.

He's nowhere.|I'm going to ask you one more time.

Where is he?|Huh!

There is no Macintosh.

- I made him up.|It was me the whole time.|- Don't give me that.

- Who bought this house?|- I-I did.

You? You outbid me?

Wait a minute. You tryin' to tell me|that this little boy here...

outbid you|with your own money?

Be a fly on the wall,|okay, Juice?

Listen, kid, you know it's illegal|to take things that don't belong to you.

I know. I feel awful.|Take me to the police.

- Carl, don't do it. It's a trick.|- Get outta here.

Son, I don't want to take you|to the police. Just tell me, okay?

Where's my money?

I-I spent it.

- All of it?|- All of it.

How could you spend...

a million dollars|in six days?

You must not have been|shopping lately.

Carl, Carl,|wait a minute.

Maybe we're thinking about|this Macintosh thing in the wrong way.

- What are you talking about?|- You needed a new house,|a new identity.

This kid,|he's done it for you.

I mean, Macintosh|could run for mayor here.

Yeah, I kind of like the idea of that...|Mayor Quigley.

No, no, Mayor Macintosh.|I like it.

Look, there's only one problem|with that. The... Aaah!

- Hey!|- Come back here!

- Wait for me! I'm coming!|- He's upstairs, man!

Break it down!|Break it down!

There he is!

- Where is he? Where is he?|- He went down there!

- Juice, go after him!|- I ain't goin' down there.

- Go on! Now!|- You're crazy. I ain't goin' down there.

- Watch your head.|- What is it, about 230... Whoa!

- Aaah!|- I'm not goin' in there.

- Oh, no, he didn't.|- Did you see him?

- Oh, no, you did|just push me in the pool!|- Get out, we gotta find him!

What?

What happened?

Act like you got|a purpose in life. Go.

[Biderman]|I think I'm experiencing chest pains.

[Indistinct Noise]

Carl? Juice?

Huh? Oh.

Little boy?|Little boy from the bank?

Ha, ha.

Oh!|[Groaning, Grunting]

Where am I?|Oh-oh!

Ooh! Ooh!|Ooh! Ooh!

[Sheep Bleating, Cow Mooing]

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