Clifford
- PG
- Year:
- 1994
- 90 min
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From the beginning of time, children have
dreamed of exciting and perilous adventures.
Although the adventures are exciting for
the child, they can be perilous for adults.
This is one such story...
Hi, Leanord.
How are you doing?
Our tale begins,
once upon a time, in the future.
The year is 2050.
Hey, father Cliff?
Hello, Victor. Boys.
So, what's the story on this Roger kid,
he's gonna get booted out of here?
- I hope not, son.
- But he's the bad kid, father.
You weren't exactly as saint when you
first got here now, were you, Victor?
Let's we forget.
Goodbye, boys.
Who is--
I say, who is throwing--
Father Clifford!
What are you doing, Roger?
Are you running away?
- Oh, me? No, no.
What would make you think that?
I just, I lost my balance while
cleaning my outside windows!
Cleaning your windows
with a suitcase for you?
Roger!
My heart,
it hurts.
Oh, no.
- Look, who's recovered.
- Let go off me!
What seems to be the problem.
And whenever there's something I really
really want there is always some adult
who comes along and says "No!"
like Mr. Prom,
The other day he said I could be on the
basketball team and then he said I couldn't.
And you felt that blowing up the gymnasium
was an appropriate response, then?
Yes I did.
the ones who told Mr. Prom
that they didn't want you
playing any contact sports.
My parents say "No" to everything I want.
You know, the other boys are
very angry at you, Roger.
I don't care what they think.
Why are you running away?
- What is you IQ, son?
- 185.
You're really genious. Mines 190.
Oh, wait. I forgot. Mine is 195.
Oh, wait. I forgot. Mine is almost 200.
That's not really the point.
The point is people like you and I,
when we get very frustrated.
It can cause a lot of damage.
- You're not like me!
- Why, cause I'm all grown up?
That's true, I've changed.
When I was your age,
Let me tell you a story
about when I was your age.
I was travelling with my parents
to the island of Hawaii.
Weather conditions seem fastly improve, Stephen.
I think we can now safely
proceed with scheduled lift off.
Would you please stop
hitting the back of my chair.
I am trying to sleep!
- I'm sorry, miss nice older person.
But, I don't know what you talking about.
Perhaps we were just having a nightmare
about your early days in the circus.
One more word out of you,
I call the flight attendant.
Wasn't very nice the mean old lady to
smash your collarbone, was it Stephen?
"Ladies and Gentleman, we'll be passing over
Los Angeles in just about 10 minutes."
"The skies are crystal clear, so it should be
smooth sailing all the way to Honolulu.
God damn it! Clifford!
Why did you wake me?
- I didn't wake you, Stepehen did!
Why wouldn't you let him sleep?
Now that you are awake,
I'd like to ask you, my papa.
When we land in Los Angeles, can we then
immediately go to Dinasour World?
How many times do I have to tell you son?
The plane doesn't go to Los Angeles.
It goes directly to Honolulu.
- But how can that be, papi?
- How can what be?
That on my birthday of all days, I can be so close to
dinosaur world and yet so far away.
Don't you start with me,
your birthday was 6 months ago.
Clifford, dad is on a bussiness trip.
And this is not a vacation.
So, would you drop this Dinosaur World
thing for 5 seconds, ha?
Would you do that for me, ha, would you?
Boy, you're driving me crazy!
Looks like dady's gonna have a big stroke.
- Then he was talking like that.
- Oh, I swear to God.
Clifford!
Clifford, would you just stop for just 1 minunte?
Whatever you say
sweet one who birth me.
May I visit the captain, father?
I would imagine he'd be very brave and wise!
Possibly with a cleft in his chin.
Allright, just be back for dinner.
Whatever you say, my papa.
Captain, we have a young man here
who has a request.
- Hi, what's your name son?
- My name is Clifford.
And I think you're the bestest captain
in the whole wide world.
Well, thank
you, Clifford.
I was wondering my captain, if we could land on
Los Angeles, so I could go to Dinosaur World.
The only way we could land
on Los Angeles, would be for an emergency.
Whatever you say, my captain!
Jeez, it's awful quiet in here.
Where is Clifford?
You shut the engines down.
I'm sorry!
I don't know why Stephen did that!
Stephen, hang in.
We're gain control on number 4, Los Angeles.
Where is permission for
emergency landing procedures?
Roger, flight 43. This is LAX approach.
You are clear for immediate landing on runway 2-3.
- What an amazing story!
- You liked that, did you?
This is hysterical. You got them all in the plane,
you won and you got what you wanted.
Yes, but I risked the lives of
- But, no one got hurt.
- They could've. - But, they didn't.
Anyway, that was a truly
wonderful story, father.
But, I have to get going now.
- Fine.
Son, that's not the whole story,
it's just the beginning.
- Allright, father. - That's allright.
Sit down and get comfortable.
Would you like a mint?
- No, thanks.
Well, I guess we have to begin
You see-
Yes, I'll save this for later.
You see, I had an Uncle named Marlin,
how was a famous architect.
And he had two dreams.
One was to build a great mass transit system
for what was known at that time
as a city of Los Angeles
And his other dream was to marry Sarah.
The love of his life.
Sarah was a teacher who operated
a day care center where he worked.
And she loved him very much.
In fact, they were engaged to be married.
- You look so handsome.
- You look so handsome.
- I'm in a very good mood.
- How come?
This is a surprise, I'll tell you later.
- Oh, no, tell me now. - No, no.
- Come on, tell me right now.
You're gonna love it. This gonna
literally be the biggest suprise of your life.
We're in here!
I'm excited.
Don't peek!
- I'm not.
- Don't peek!
Are you excited?
- Yes!
Please, don't peek.
- I'm not.
Okay, look!
Are you stunned?
What am I looking at?
The house!
I bought it!
On a cliff?
That's what you want, a cliff.
It's incredible, isn't it?
I mean, it's very minimalist
but it's got a quiet intensity.
It's very warm.
There was however, one slight problem.
Sarah want a children very much.
But Martin had seemed was in no hurry.
Martin.
How many bedrooms in this house?
One honey.
One bedroom only.
Look at this view.
Look at this, the ocean.
I think you can see Catalina out there, it's just-
It is quite a drop.
Honey?
I can't believe I let this happen again.
What's wrong?
I can't marry you!
You're just like my first husband!
He didn't want kids, either!
When did I say I didn't want kids?
You don't have to say it,
it's so obvious. It's joke!
What are you talking about?
I'm talking about this bachelor
pad with one bedroom!
Where's the kid supposed to sleep?
Oh, honey. Have you ever
heard the word "sofa bed"?
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