Honey, I Shrunk the Kids Page #4

Synopsis: Wayne Szalinski is your average "nutty scientist", working on a top secret machine that shrinks objects. When it unexpectedly starts working, he's so amazed he forgets to tell his family to be careful. And when they wander into his lab...
Director(s): Joe Johnston
Production: Disney
  Won 1 BAFTA Film Award. Another 1 win & 10 nominations.
 
IMDB:
6.3
Metacritic:
63
Rotten Tomatoes:
75%
PG
Year:
1989
93 min
3,473 Views


- Right, Gloria.

- Don, uh, something's come up.

I don't think

we're gonna be able to make it.

Maybe you oughta go on ahead.

What do you... What do you mean you don't

think you're gonna be able to make it?

We're caravanning, good buddy.

- Donald, I am...

- Not now, Gloria!

And besides, if you're not there

by 6:
00, you'll lose your deposit.

Confidentially...

Mae hasn't been feeling too well.

Plumbing.

"Plumbing"?

Well, this isn't

the Big Russ Thompson I know.

I mean, plumbing would not stop

the Big Russ Thompson I know...

especially with

an $80 deposit on the line.

Don, hook a big one for me, okay?

Don?

- Let's roll, Gloria.

- But, but...

- Come on. Get in.

- What's wrong with them?

Come on.

Mm-hmm.

- You tell him the truth?

- Honey!

- They take it okay?

- Mae.

Eighty bucks, Mae!

Nonrefundable!

Those kids are grounded!

Mud is still mud,

no matter how small you are.

I can't believe some stores

actually charge for this stuff.

That was really great,

what you did for Nick.

What about you, Amy?

He saved you too.

Yeah, I know, Nick.

Where'd you learn

artificial respiration?

- French class, kid.

- Oh.

"French class"?

How 'bout a truce, okay?

Okay.

I think this is the flagstone

in the middle of the yard.

- You mean we're halfway there?

- Yeah, I think so.

Let's go.

French class.

I'd die for a strawberry sundae...

with chocolate sprinkles,

and a banana split.

I could eat a corn dog

the size of a truck.

Ron, if you had a corn dog,

it would be the size of a truck.

- I've died and gone to heaven.

- It's as big as a house!

I saw it first.

It's mine!

I got dibs on the cream filling!

Nick, it's one of your cookies!

They're never gonna

believe this at school.

Yeah, I could just see

the note to the teacher.

"Dear Miss Mason:

Nicky's not absent.

He's pinned to this note."

- Guys, quick! Over here!

- Where?

- Right there.

- Nicky, hurry!

If only we had some bug spray.

That'd show him.

Quiet.

To him, we're the bugs.

If he finds us, he'll eat us.

Let's get out of here.

Wait a minute. It's our cookie.

I say we fight for it.

- Just one ant.

- When is the last time

you saw just one ant?

- He's a scout. The rest of them

will be here any minute.

- Wait!

You ever see how fast ants go?

We could ride him and get back

to the house in no time.

Forget it, Nick.

Amy, he could take us all.

- Ants can lift 50 times their weight.

- 50 times?

That's like bench-pressing

a bulldozer!

Yeah, so think of what

he could do to us.

Let's go before he brings

the rest of them.

But he can't hurt us.

He's just a baby.

Russ?

- I say that ant is ours!

- Yeah!

- Come on, you guys!

Geronimo!

Get him!

You guys! Nicky!

- Get him!

- Nicky, you're gonna get hurt!

- Ron, be careful.

Yee-ha!

- Nick, get over there! Over there!

- You guys...

Get behind it!

- Get back here, Nicky!

- Watch out!

- Look out!

- Nick, the others

could come any second!

- Nicky!

- Go, Nick!

- Nicky, no! Get off of him!

- Nick, the wrong end!

- Nicky, you're allergic to ants.

Get away from him.

- Go over there.

- Nicky, get away!

- Ron, get on!

Hey, Szalinski, look at the head.

Ron, go for it!

Hey. Hello.

Ant!

Here.

Nice ant.

Come on, you guys.

You guys, come on.

Somebody take this cookie.

Nicky, take this thing!

Help! Nicky!

Come on, you guys.

This is your ant.

- Nicky, help me!

- She did it.

- Somebody, help me!

- Yeah.

- Your sister's not bad.

- Nicky!

- For a girl.

- Of course.

Quark, sit.

Sit, Quark.

Stop. Sit.

Sit, boy.

Quark, get away from there.

Quark. Here, boy.

Quark. Quark.

Get away, boy. Drop it!

Oh, whoa! Whoa!

Whoa!

Whoa!

Thank you, Officer.

We'd appreciate you sending somebody by.

Oh, okay, it's 646...

That guy's got serious problems.

Mrs. Thompson? Hello?

646 Sycamore. Yes.

Great idea, Russ, even if

the boy genius didn't think of it.

Low bridge!

At this rate,

we'll be home by dinner.

Maybe I can still go out...

with Patty.

Well, our weekend's shot.

We'll never get to go camping now.

I know Dad.

We're grounded.

We are camping, Ron,

only better.

- This is like a safari.

- Hey.

Yeah, I never thought

of it that way, you know.

Onward!

Amy?

Nick!

Wayne?

Uh, yeah, um, I would like

to report, um, two missing children.

Well, instead of flapping

your gums about it,

why don't you go out and...

I'm sure it's nothing to worry about.

This sort of thing happens all the time.

- You have a little spat with the kids...

- Whoa. We did not have a spat.

- You were kind of upset

about Russ quitting the team, hon.

- Quit? I thought he was cut.

- He was afraid to tell you he quit.

- Quit...

What do you mean he was afraid to tell

me? He could tell me anything he wants.

You know me. I'll always listen.

Mm-hmm.

- What's "Uh-huh" supposed to mean?

- Russell.

- No, I don't like the way he said it.

- No need to get upset, Mr. Thompson.

- You know, it's not unusual

for these runaways to...

- Whoa, my kids did not run away.

They are happy kids,

and there's no way you can

make me believe that they ran away.

There he goes with his writing again.

Don't you ever say anything?

Mm-hmm.

- Russell!

- Why do I feel like

I'm the one on trial here?

- Can't imagine, dear.

- What do you mean you can't imagine?

Well, I think we have

enough to get started.

Please give us a call

if you hear from the boys.

Fine.

Don't they need a warrant or something?

Russell, there's a few things

about yourself I think you should know.

- Well, like what?

- Well, I think you need to sit down.

Oh, another missing children report.

644 Sycamore.

That's next door.

I've called the police.

What's on your head?

- I was looking for the kids.

- Where, in a coal mine?

- They're in the backyard.

- They are?

Diane, I got something

real important to tell you.

That is the couch from the attic.

You can see the marks

where Quark chewed the arms.

I found it on the floor.

It's my thinking couch.

Wayne...

Are you trying to tell me...

You did it?

It works?

The machine works?

- Do the kids know?

- Well, yeah, the kids know.

- That's great.

- No, it's not that great.

- Why?

- I shrunk the kids.

- What?

- And the Thompson kids too.

- They're about this big.

They're in the backyard.

- What?

Threw them out with the trash.

Stay here.

I'll get the door.

Yes?

Did, uh, you report

some missing children?

Oh, there must be some mistake.

Ours are in the backyard. Right, honey?

She's w... Thank you.

Mm-hmm.

How ya doin', boy?

How about a pit stop?

- What is it, Ron?

- Antie needs a recharge.

Here. You deserve this.

We're not gonna make it before dark.

Yeah. Even if we did,

the mall would be closed.

Don't eat so fast.

Hey, that's my hand.

Why don't we let him go?

He's worn out, and his family

might be worried about him.

- It's okay with me.

- Yeah, me too, I guess.

Help me get off the harness.

You can go now.

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Ed Naha

Ed Naha is an American science fiction and mystery writer and producer. He was born June 10, 1950 in the town of Linden, New Jersey. His first known publication was artwork that appeared in the first issue of Modern Monsters magazine, dated June 1966. more…

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