Ernest Scared Stupid Page #5
- PG
- Year:
- 1991
- 91 min
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All right, listen,
I don't know what's going on
here, but let's take a look.
Come on, let's see it, Ernest.
Uh, Cliff...
I want an all-points
bulletin out on my boys now!
You leave the police work to me, mayor.
Ernest, open it up.
You want me to squash him flat, sheriff?
Just open the damn thing, Ernest!
Slowly.
Slowly.
Oh!
Oh!
Some heads are gonna
roll, ain't they, daddy?
Blech!
Boys.
Boy, you've done it this time.
Ernest, I don't believe
it! Of all your screw-ups!
But, mayor, there really
is a troll. I saw it.
Ernest is the only one
trying to do something.
Kenny, that's enough from you.
That does it, Worrell. You're fired!
Uh, but, uh, I... the beeper!
You park the truck,
you turn in the keys,
and you get outta here!
Let's go, boys.
Ernest, you've been acting like a child
about this troll thing.
It's time to grow up.
But I saw them. They were...
Kenny, come on.
Kenny...
Tell him.
Kenny, get in the car!
I guess I really blew it this time.
We're finished in this town.
So much for being a hero.
Thanks, but it's no use.
I'm a Worrell...
cursed...
bottom of the gene pool...
no money down...
nothing to live for.
Yow!
Rimshot!
Thanks! I needed that!
You're right. I've never been a quitter.
Why... why, I've never
known when to quit.
Just ask my fourth-grade teacher.
He never knew when to quit.
Oh!
Eliza, Michael, Allison, Joshua...
Your time has come, my children.
One more, and the
cycle will be complete.
Well, Rimshot, I-I guess
there are no trolls here.
Ha ha.
Golly! Do you believe that?
This reminds me of that
moment from the movie
"Brain Barnacles from Planet Tycor,"
you know, when the brain
barnacles were getting set
to latch themselves onto
And then...
Golly!
They look just like Brussels sprouts.
I hate Brussels sprouts, don't you?
We better go tell Miss Hackmore.
Gosh, Rimshot, pretty soon,
kids won't have to worry
about eating their Brussels sprouts
'cause the Brussels
sprouts will be eating them!
Aaaaah!
Quick, Troll Away!
I can't believe it!
It worked! Oh, but not for long!
He's on the roof! Uh-oh!
We've got to do something!
Aaah!
Tom, Bobby! Tom, Bobby, help!
Mayday, Mayday, Christmas
Day, Columbus Day!
Tom, Bobby, do something!
He's on the roof! Tom!
Come on in, Troll Trapper, this
is Blue Leader. Come on back.
Tom, Bobby! Tom, Bobby, help!
Aaaaah!
You're gonna pay for the
sins of your forefathers!
I didn't have four fathers,
I just had one father,
and I didn't know him that well!
Ah ha ha. Too smart for you, huh?
Aaaaaaah!
Aaaaaaah!
Aaah!
Aaah! Aaah!
Get away from me, snot locker!
Whoa!
Wa-aaah!
Okay, stubby, how 'bout
a little off the top?
En garde!
Uh-oh!
Aaah!
Aha!
Little did you suspect
that I am a master
of hedge-clip-kito,
art of Japanese gardeners.
Yuh!
We did it, Rimshot! We got him!
I am Troll Fighter Number One.
Uh-oh.
Rimshot!
I don't believe it, Rimshot.
He's pulling against... 200 horsepower.
Put it in reverse.
Oh, no!
How 'bout a bumper
sandwich, booger lips?
Ah heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh.
Bonsai!
Bingo! You got him, Rimshot.
Way to go!
Where'd he go, Rimshot?
Where'd he go? He couldn't
have just disappeared.
By now, he must be a
greasy spot on the road.
Where did he go?
Where did he go?
Wa-aaaaah!
Aaaaah!
Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!
Watch out, Bobby!
Oh!
Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!
Ow.
So I was mesmerizing him
with my lightning moves...
Ow! Ah!
And I was about to lower
that coup de grass...
Ow! Ah!
When old booger lips here... Ow!
Called timeout... Ow!
And sucker-punched me.
Oh, look. Look at this.
There's... there's two pages
stuck together.
"How th... looks like 'thou'...
canst destroyeth a troll. "
"Thou canst destroyeth
the troll with... "
Uh,
M-I-something-K.
We can destroy a troll...
The pods have not yet dropped.
Midk.
Trantor still seeks another child.
That's it!
Authentic Bulgarian miak.
They're at the school. We've got to go.
Ow!
Oh! Oh! Oh!
Look, kid, go inside
and find your mother
and stay with her.
And I don't want you to
leave her side for any reason.
- Do you understand me?
- Yes, sir.
All right.
There you go.
Tom...
Tom, have you seen Elizabeth?
Uh, no, I haven't.
Elizabeth?
Elizabeth?
Kiwi fruit, kiwi fruit!
Everybody loves it!
Kiwi fruit!
Kenny?
Kenny.
Tom and Bobby's own recipe.
Stir-fried sushi.
the Briarville Halloween gala.
Smile, smile.
Mrs. Johnson, have you seen Kenny?
No, I haven't, and we
really can't wait any longer.
Ernest's troll probably got him.
...the hottest band in Taylor County...
The Fun Box.
Come on, Rimshot.
Of all the people in the world, why him?
Look, you wanted to be in
the costume competition,
and this is the costume
you picked out at the store.
And I'm not gonna wear it.
Don't you talk back to me.
Now, you march right in there.
I hate you!
Well, I'm not too fond of you either!
Mommy... I'm sorry.
I love you.
I love you, too.
Unconditional love.
That's the heart of a child.
Trolls! Trolls!
Save the kids! Trolls!
Tro...
Uh.
It's my privilege to welcome you
- to the costume competition...
- Run for your lives!
Trolls!
Ernest!
Will somebody get him out of here? Now!
Run for your lives!
Shh. Shh.
Run for your lives!
Shh. Shh.
Now, as your mayor,
it's my privilege to bring
you the costume competition.
And to start it off...
our first contestant is Rachel Benson
from Miss Johnson's fourth-grade class.
Rachel...
Eeeww, scary costume.
I know a dork when I see one.
Matt!
Matt! Matt!
Help! Help!
Help! Help!
Aaaahhh!
Please, I've got to find Ernest.
Please, I've got to find Ernest.
It's the end of the line
for you, shortchange.
Aloha, sayonara, el rancho grande.
You're history, pal. You're Elvis.
So, come on, crater
face, I'm ready for you.
Let's see how you like a little miak.
Miak?
Yeah, miak.
I bet you thought I couldn't
find any this time of year.
Well, I'm a little too
resourceful for you,
a little too light on my feet.
So, come on, eat miak and die...
Uuuhhhhhhh!
Rimshot, come back!
Ohhhh.
Wa-aaahhhh!
Ahhh!
Uh! Uh!
Huh?
Huh.
What happened?
Oh, Ernest, are you all right?
Yeah. Yeah.
When that thing saw
who it was fooling with,
it was drop back and punt,
Yeah, this guy is bad to the bone.
Ernest...
Rimshot.
Rimshot, old boy.
What am I gonna do?
He's all I got.
Don't worry, Ernest.
We'll find some way to beat this thing.
I'll tell you how we beat this thing...
I'll tell you how we do it...
my great-great-grandaddy
put him in that hole,
and so can I.
Somebody with a runny nose is gonna die.
Yeah! Go get him!
Mother's care... milk.
That's it... milk.
You're one dead troll,
you pint-sized,
sawed-off bucketmouth.
That thing's got my son.
We've got to kill it now! It's up to us!
Wait, what are you talking
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