Honey, We Shrunk Ourselves Page #7

I didn't know your dad

invented a shrink ray.

What does he shrink with it?

Hemorrhoids?

- That is not funny.

- Admit it, Adam. Your dad's a loser.

He is not.

And if he were here...

he'd kill you for what you've

done to his bookshelf.

Is that so, daddy's boy?

Well, he's not here, so I guess you're

gonna have to do something about it.

W- W-Well, maybe I will.

What are you gonna do

about it, huh?

- I wish Mom and Dad were here.

- Me too.

What are you gonna do

about it, huh?

Now, Gordon! Now!

Listen! Listen to me, children!

I want you all to stop

what you are doing.

- Huh? - What?

- Shh. - Huh?

- Who said that?

- This is the voice of G...

God. Yeah.

Yes, God is talking to you...

and I want you all

to leave this house.

- God sounds a lot like Dad.

- Yeah, you're right.

- Is He here?

- Normally I remain silent...

but your outrageous behavior

tonight has forced me to speak.

- It's just a trick.

- Yeah.

Is that so, Ricky King?

Then how come I know

you live on Sycamore?

Your dad's name is Mel

and your mom is...

Cindy.

- This is getting weird.

- Now, I said I want you out!

- What's the...

- O-U-T!

- Let's go, guys. -

Go. - Yes! Oh, yes!

- Run! Quickly! Go with them! Get out!

- Get going!

Or I will swoop down and teach you all

a lesson in proper party etiquette!

I will bring plaque

to your tiny little teeth!

So, brush, I tell you!

Brush!

Okay, Dad, they're gone.

You can stop acting like God now.

Oh. Sorry.

So, uh, where's the camera?

Yeah, uh, where you

broadcasting from?

Right here, in the room.

Your dad shrunk us.

- You're kidding.

- Nope.

Now give me a hand.

I'm over here, by the left speaker.

That means they saw us

roller-blading in the house.

And I wasn't wearing my pads.

You know, Dad, I didn't invite

those boys over. I swear.

I know. I know.

Wayne and I saw everything.

That's right. You weren't

in the kitchen, were you?

No! No.

But your mothers were.

- Oh, God.

- I told you I saw them.

Now, listen to me, kids. These may be the

most important instructions I ever give you.

Jenny, go run and find

a piece of paper...

and Adam, go up to your room,

look under the laundry basket.

Get the shark car.

Come on down here.

And Wayne, meet me

in front of the receiver.

- I last saw them over here.

- Okay.

Careful not to squish 'em.

Don't, don't, don't, don't. Careful.

- Here, use this. Okay? - Okay.

- I'm gonna go find our dads.

Don't move anything.

Okay, Uncle Gordon, hop in.

Now let's go find my dad.

- Mom?

- Mom.

Aunt Diane.

Let me see it.

- Hi.

- Hi!

Hi.

- Okay, Dad.

- Atta boy, son!

- Where are the wives?

- Mitch is pickin' them up. Hop in.

Careful. Careful.

Set it down easy.

I know, I know. I am.

Look! They made it!

- We did it!

- Ohh! Ohh! Ohh!

- Wait! The machine.

- Oh.

Don't forget the car.

What happens now?

We wait until it hits critical

mass and then push this button.

Wait a minute.

Do we really wanna do this?

I mean, I got a hamster cage

in my room.

I mean, we could leave 'em shrunk and

they'll never tell us what to do again.

Wow. Total freedom.

I suppose we could wait,

like, a week.

I don't like the looks of that.

If those kids don't unshrink us,

they are going to be in so much trouble.

Oh, really? What are you gonna

do about it, Thumbelina?

- I say we give 'em a second chance.

- Good idea. - Yeah. Good idea.

Ready? One, two, three.

Whoa! It worked!

- Way to go, guys!

- Mom!

- I was so worried about you! - Good job. Good

job. - Oh, I was worried about you too, sweetie!

But you know what? You were

in good hands. This one.

Oh, Mom, about that

Ricky King thing...

Sweetheart, I was so proud of you, the

way you handled yourself with that boy...

and the way you took care

of your brother.

From now on, I trust you.

Speaking of trust,

I saw the magazine.

Uh, they forced me

to look at it. I didn't want to.

- I mean...

- It's okay. It's okay.

The point is, I should've listened to you when you said

you didn't want to go to Camp Isosceles this summer.

- Me too.

- How about if we send you to baseball camp?

- Wow!

- Look, if you want to be a scientist, that's great.

But if you wanna be a baseball

player, that's great too.

- You should do whatever suits you.

- You mean it?

I do. I'll prove it.

Gordon. I shouldn't be president

of Szalinski Labs, Gordon.

I'm no good at it. I should be inventing

things. That's what I like to do.

But you, you're... you're great at

organizing things and dealing with people...

and you never forget

what day of the week it is.

What do you say? Will you be president

of the company? Will you take the job?

I, uh... You bet! This is great!

I'm gonna have so much fun!

Oh, honey.

- Diane, I promise I'll get rid of the Tiki Man.

- No. Wayne...

I'm not gonna sweat the small stuff

any more. I want you to have fun.

Wayne, do whatever you want

with the Tiki Man.

I had no idea baseball

had that much math in it...

or that my son would be

such a good catcher.

Yeah. I bet you were the only dad there

that could figure out...

the whole team's batting average

instantly in his head.

We're just glad you had a good time,

honey, and even happier you're home.

Yeah, it's good to be back.

Hey, did you make any changes

while I was gone?

Well, I did move the Tiki Man

into the backyard.

What do you think?

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