Honey, I Shrunk the Kids Page #6

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Huge insects.

- It's a jungle out there.

- They're gonna head

right for the house.

- It's us!

- Dad!

Yeah, you're probably right.

No!

- We're down here!

- Mr. Szalinski!

No, Dad!

- Dad!

- No!

- Dad!

- We just gotta keep our eyes open.

- Help!

Don't eat me!

Oh, my God.

Look at this.

No, Dad! Dad!

- It's Nick!

- Oh, Nicky!

- Hi, baby.

- He's pointing at something.

- Look! It's the rest of them!

- Yeah!

- Yeah!

- We're saved!

- I'm gonna go get the Thompsons.

- Hang on, kids.

It obviously worked on the kids.

I just don't get it.

- Well, you better get it, Szalinski.

- Russ, you're not helping.

- So I'm not helping.

- Russell, you've got to understand...

- I know.

- These kids aren't you.

- Baseball!

- Nick's trying to say something.

- Baseball!

- I can't make it out.

- Let me see.

The baseball, Dad!

What are you saying, Nick?

Swinging?

- Sounds like...

- It's semaphore, Mae.

Wait. Uh, uh, flapping!

- Pitching.

- Um...

- Throwing.

- You're out! You're out!

- Baseball!

- Dad!

- Right!

- The baseball!

- The ball!

- Baseball?

- Good, honey!

Holy smokes.

It's the laser.

I got it. The ball

came through the window...

and activated the machine,

and they got in the path of the laser.

- Why didn't I think of this before?

- I could take a wild guess.

- Shh.

- It's creating too much heat.

That's why everything was blowing up.

- Thanks, Nick.

- All right, Nicky.

- Diane, you take the spoon.

I'll get the machine.

- Hold it, Szalinski.

This gizmo's been blowing up fruit.

Now, you're not trying it on my kids

until you try it on something living!

You know something,

maybe I should do it on myself.

- I'll show you how to work

the machine. It's not that hard.

- I don't know.

- I'll fix it up. It'll be no trouble.

- No, no! Do it on me.

Are you sure, honey?

How'd those get there?

Okay, Szalinski, shoot.

- No reason this shouldn't work now.

- Huh?

- Stand back.

- Oh, honey, you're so brave.

Come on, Mae. Come on. Come.

- Russ, are you okay?

- Yeah. Why?

So, if this works,

you wanna go to the dance on Friday?

Can you dance?

- Not really.

- I'd love to.

- Oh!

- Russ! Ron!

- Dad!

Oh, I knew my boys

wouldn't run away.

Are you and Dad okay?

- Yeah, honey.

...all the way

across the yard, for miles.

- We're great.

- Really?

- Sorry about the grass stains, Mom.

Oh, don't worry, honey.

I'll get 'em out.

He saved me from a giant scorpion.

I was stuck with Amy for a while.

She's all right.

I was right, wasn't I?

It was the ball, wasn't it?

You were right.

You were brilliant.

- I wanted to go fishing, Dad.

I didn't mean to mess everything up.

- I know, Ronnie, I know.

Dad, if you really want me

back on the team...

I don't care about the team.

I care about you.

- Proud of you.

- I got better.

- I need to take a shower.

- Szalinski.

- Let's eat.

- Honey, make a toast.

- Good idea.

- Oh, great.

- Oh, I love toasts.

To the Thompsons and the Szalinskis

and many more dinners together.

- Cheers.

- Though I think we're going to be

having leftovers for a while.

- I wonder what's

for dinner, right, Russ?

- Who wants bread?

- Ron?

- Well, I guess I gotta

carve this thing, huh?

- Hey, you wanna use my chain saw?

- Do we have butter?

- Who wants bread?

- Save some room for cake.

- Oh, we got cake for dessert?

- Yeah.

- Who wants bread?

Hey, wait!

I get it!

French class! Ha-ha!

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