Herbie Rides Again Page #6

came along

and knocked down the whole side

of it, smashed it to rubble.

Someone knocked down

Mr. Hawk's house.

Oh, what a rotten shame!

But it did serve a purpose.

It made me realize

that I can't knock down

any more of San Franciscos

beautiful old buildings.

Don't worry your sweet grey head

about it any more, is that clear?

Yes, Mr. Hawk. Thank you, Mr. Hawk.

And Mrs. Steinmetz, I'll drop by one

day and have a cup of tea with you.

Bye.

I always said you'd do

the finer thing, Mr. Hawk.

What do you mean, fathead?

Well, giving up Hawk Plaza.

Are you fooled by this phony story?

You can't go back on this.

Oh, yes, I can!

I can say I was misquoted.

I can say they printed the story

purposely to discredit me.

Well, it's an old gag.

It's out of my bag of tricks.

We're still going after the old lady?

Right for the jugular vein, baby.

Right for the old jugular.

I wish Grandma would hurry up.

Can't celebrate without her.

Still, it's a chance for a quiet talk

without something always happening.

Oh, thank you.

Nicole, there's something

I wanted to say.

What's that, Willoughby?

Did I ever tell you that

my great-grandfather Whitfield

was one of the first men

to go over Niagara Falls in a barrel?

Was he alright afterwards?

I don't know. They never found him.

I think I'll go call Grandma.

The giant lobster is very good, sir.

Of course. No lobster.

I meant to call, dear.

I just thought to myself

what a fine time those two young

people must be having without me.

Grandma, I love you very much,

but I've had enough of

your matchmaking. Get over here.

If I do marry Willoughby,

I'd like to nail him myself.

Well, go ahead without me, dear.

I'll have a quiet evening at home.

Goodbye, dear.

Do go on with your wonderful story

about the cows, Mr. Judson.

I swear I never seen

a handsome woman like yourself

who had so much an interest in cows.

That's quite natural, Mr. Judson.

After all, a cow is not only useful

but an extremely decorative animal.

Ain't it just?

Well, erm, as I was saying,

I got this little 200-acre spread

up in Oregon...

What in tarnation

are you doing that for?

I'm not quite sure.

I think I saw this once in a movie.

Oh, no!

Just let me get my hands on

the brute responsible for this!

Horsewhipping is too good for him.

What on earth...?

It's Mr. Hawk!

Herbie, don't you dare!

Every man for himself!

Herbie must have gone for help.

Hope he makes it to the fort.

We must be cut off.

OK, Steinmetz,

we know you're in there.

We've got you surrounded.

I'll give you ten minutes to get

your stuff together and get out,

before I grind this dump to powder.

Hold on, mister! This little lady's

under my protection. She stays!

Ten minutes, Steinmetz!

To get back to my great-grandfather

at Niagara Falls,

I don't think I put it quite right.

What I wanted to say was...

..though we Whitfield men

look like rabbits,

we have always liked a challenge.

The scent of danger in our nostrils,

the high road to adventure.

Yes, Willoughby?

That's why I want

to go on seeing you.

Not to deprecate

your physical attributes,

but because there is a feeling

of danger about you,

of something about to happen.

You're right, Willoughby!

Looks like

we've just picked up a friend.

Three minutes to go, Steinmetz.

This is your last chance!

Make your play, Hawk.

We're standing pat.

Captain Steinmetz

would have liked you, Mr. Judson.

- You're his kind of man.

- Thank you, ma'am.

Attention! One minute to zero.

Gentlemen, start your engines.

Here come the hostiles.

We're ready for 'em!

I think Captain Steinmetz

would have liked you to wear this.

Well, I'd be proud to, little lady.

Mighty proud.

- Power shovel number one, ready?

- Ready, Mr. Hawk.

Full speed ahead! Go!

Fire.

Stop! Help!

Cease fire.

Good shooting, Mr. Judson.

That one won't bother us

for a while.

Harry, move in with the crawler!

Alright, Mr. Hawk!

Fire!

Stop it! No!

Cease fire.

There goes another. We've got

the devils on the run. Fire!

Oh, no!

- Are you alright?

- Don't worry about me, ma'am.

What we got to worry about

is we're out of ammunition.

This time we all go in together!

We got nothing to regret,

little lady.

We done our best.

Ready...!

Drive! Drive!

Let's get going. Get out of here!

Hi, Grandma!

Hi, there!

Why, that rascal!

She's got a man with her.

No wonder she wouldn't come

to our party.

Faster!

Wait a minute! Back!

Look where you're going!

How dare you raise your voice to me,

you myopic oaf!

What do you think you're...?

Help!

Herbie, that's enough, now.

Think you're going to

make him stop? Fat chance!

Herbie, if you don't stop,

you can't come to the wedding.

- It's you again, Mr. Hawk.

- Save me!

They're after me!

Who's after you?

Those little cars. Hundreds of 'em.

Can't you see them, idiot?

Mr. Hawk, would you mind

coming to my place of business?

I would be happy to!

And what happened then?

Willoughby told Herbie to stop

or he couldn't come to the wedding.

Wait a minute. What wedding?

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