G-Force Page #3

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dead or alive, zero exposure.

- Three guinea pigs and a mole. Got it?

- Yes, sir.

I've never seen

such fat animals in my life.

Don't they have a gym around here?

A Jamba Juice or something?

Lay off the nuggets, man.

All right, my furry little friends.

Welcome to your new home.

Good luck getting out.

- G-Force!

- Why did you just do that?

I thought it might cheer us up.

You can't just blurt it out anytime.

It ruins the effect.

Guys, guys. Cool it.

The world's at stake.

We got to get out of here.

Then what? The Feds want to

turn us into guinea pigs.

They'll never take us seriously.

Well, we did get the wrong file.

No, I downloaded the right file,

and we're gonna prove it

as soon as we find a way out of here.

Well let's ask that guy.

He looks cute and friendly.

Excuse me,

my incarcerated little friend.

- May I ask you a question?

- Don't move!

All I'm saying is, know your place,

behind this line. That's all I'm saying.

Is he talking to us?

Did someone order a knuckle sandwich?

Because I'm about to make a delivery.

Wow. You talk a lot of smack

for a little guy, buddy.

"Buddy?" No.

For your information, it's "Bucky. "

And if you want to stay alive,

do not cross that line!

Take cover!

Ew! The horror! The horror!

I love the smell of napalm

in the morning!

Don't pay any attention to him.

He's a quarter ferret.

I have no ferret in me, Hurley.

That has never been proven.

Then why are you marked down?

I'm on sale!

Everyone goes on sale eventually.

This should come as no surprise, but

he grew up in the psych ward at UCLA.

- Mice are on sale. Everybody's on sale.

- Enough with the line already.

We agreed this was my zone.

We all agreed that, right?

- Right.

- The mice will agree to anything.

- You guys are all idiots, right?

- Right!

Oh, yeah? Fine!

- Yeah, he's very sensitive.

- Not a ferret!

- Welcome, my friends, to the family.

- Um, where is the bathroom?

Well, for me, this morning,

the sports page, which is

pretty much where you're standing.

- Nasty!

- Look, don't worry.

They put down newspaper every day,

there's plenty to read.

Hey, hey, hey.

We don't have time for this.

- Locate escape options.

- OK, here we go. Stand back!

- I'm gonna break the glass.

- I wouldn't do that if I were you.

Ah! Oof!

This might be a good time for a nap.

OK. The truth is my grandmother met

a ferret at the San Diego petting zoo,

but nothing happened. They simply dated.

My papers say hamster, end of story.

Now stop looking at the line!

Darwin, please let me

pull his tongue out.

Negative. Nobody touches the ferret.

I am not a ferret!

You try to pull my tongue out,

you'll see what happens...

Let's check that lock.

G- Force, Delta formation.

You guys from the circus or something?

- Yippee! The circus!

- I hate the circus.

No, we're not from the circus.

We're specially bred,

genetically altered,

- and highly trained secret agents.

- Known as G-Force!

I get it. You guys are transfers

from the Hollywood store.

Darwin, it's locked.

We need another way out.

Mooch!

Go find Ben and report our location.

Clusterstorm launch is in... 29 hours.

Wait. Who's Mooch?

- The fly.

- Oh, man. Talking to the flies.

And I thought the ferret was crazy.

Yahoo!

- Are you OK?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

What happened in there?

Well, I told them

we shouldn't be shut down.

And then I got to the bit

where I talk to guinea pigs,

- and then that's where I lost 'em.

- Darwin told me, before he left,

that he was positive

he downloaded the right file.

Where is the PDA?

- It's still back at the warehouse.

- Well, we gotta go get it.

Security's probably

crawling all over the place.

- That's all right. I've got an idea.

- OK, what do we do about the G-Force?

They're highly professional. They're

probably halfway back to my house.

Now, Hurley.

Blaster, why don't you

leave the tactics to me?

- OK. No problem.

- So, Farty, how do you get adopted?

It's pretty simple. Act cute,

kid picks you out, takes you home,

and bingo, you're part of the family.

Except that, well, they never pick me.

Incoming.

Huddle up. OK, bring it in.

First, we get adopted. Then we escape.

Ben's house is the rendezvous point.

Now, go act cute.

Who's acting?

Check it out. I'm chasing my butt.

How cute is that?

- Come on, Specks. You, too. Act cute.

- I don't have that kind of range.

Ew. Grandpa, what is that?

That's a hideous crime

against nature, I'd say.

I'm outta here.

- What can I help you with, young lady?

- I want a hamster.

Yes! Yes! I am out, baby!

Finally, the recognition I deserve.

- Her. With the big cheeks.

- Huh? What?

- I could put bows in her hair.

- What?

I'm the hamster. They're guinea pigs!

- Whoa, whoa! Watch the hands, buddy.

- One oversized hamster. There you go.

You try to put a bow on me,

you're gonna lose a finger.

That little girl

has no idea what she's in for!

I'm gonna put nail polish

and lipstick on her and a dress.

A dress?

You're going to lose your whole hand.

Juarez, remember.

I know. Maintain my cover

until I have a chance to escape.

What about that little fur ball there?

He looks like he's full of life.

- No, no. Give me the fat one.

- I'm not fat. I'm fluffy.

Even if you forget to feed this guy

every now and then,

it wouldn't bother him.

- He's a little plump as it is.

- That's probably a good thing.

Oh, mama! This is it. This is it!

- What do these fellas eat?

- I'll show you. Follow me.

- Come on, Penny.

- See you on the outside!

Hey, guys, I can see my future!

It's all cakes and cuddles!

I think he's gonna

throw him in with the snake.

Huh? Whoa! Whoa! Oh! Oh!

Whee!

Make way. Hamster coming through.

Oh! Ah!

You're lucky I'm not in there,

snake boy,

because it would've been

lights out for you!

I would've hit you so hard

you would have shed yourself.

Then I would have turned you

into a nice pair of snakeskin boots.

That kid's a monster.

He just lifted him up and... whoa!

- Come on, kid.

- Blaster, do something.

- What do you suggest I do?

- Poop in his hand. Poop in his hand.

Hey, Grandpa, changed my mind.

Oh, no, no, not upside down,

not upside down. Hold him like this.

Where did...

Where did the chubby one go?

I don't know.

All right, Specks. We have to think

of a way out of here.

There you are.

I knew you were trouble.

I can see it in your eyes.

At 0920 local time,

Saber initiated a call to the usual

recipient, Mr. Yanshu, in Beijing.

He left a message saying the launch

was on track for Project Clusterstorm.

Since then, nothing.

Kip, our FISA tap just isn't cutting it.

Sir, with respect, if you were

to authorize a search warrant...

On what grounds?

I can't authorize a search warrant

without probable cause, and he knows it.

Saber comes from

the defense supply industry.

- He knows how to cover his tracks.

- Sir...

Just give me cause,

and I can authorize. Keep listening.

- We are listening, sir.

- Son, listen harder.

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