Kit Kittredge: An American Girl Page #7

Come on.

Come on, you have everything now?|Yeah.

It's okay. It's okay.

Shh! Good monkey. I'm getting in that car.

What? Where are you going?

- It's too dangerous. Stop.|- I need to get our money back.

It's the only chance|we have to keep our home.

Kit, no.

Kit.

Oh, my gosh. Kit, what are you doing?

Stirling. Stirling, wake up. Are you okay?

Yeah.

You and Ruthie get the police.|I'm going with them.

What?

Don't see why I gotta go.|Because you have to.

Curtis.|You can't take a monkey on a train.

I love you too, Curtis.

Get in the car.

You know where everything is, right?|Yeah, I know.

- Yeah, I know.|Do you?

Then where am I going?|Which way do I turn?

Left here.|Thanks for telling me.

- That's nice.|Stop yelling at me!

I'm not. I'm trying to get information.|I won't show you where.

I know where it is, not you.|Who's smart now, Mr. Mustache-Bald-Head?

Moron!

Miss Bond.|Miss Bond.

What?|- Miss Bond. Stirling, come on.

- Miss Bond, we need you.|- Miss Bond. Miss Bond.

We really need you.|- What?

Really.

We found out|that the Berks stole the money.

And Kit got in the back of the car.

And they said something|about a train station.

Get in the car. Get in the car.

I'm going.|I'll call the police.

Whoa!

Whoa!|Are you all right back there?

Kit should never have gone with them.

- What train were they catching?|- The 4:00 to Baltimore.

It sounded like the money was buried|in the woods next to the train station.

Interesting.

Well, we've got to get there|before they find Kit.

Okay, hang on!

Whoa, nelly!

Eight, nine, 10.

All right, we dig.

What do you mean "we"?

Three, two, one.

I got it now.

Seven.

Now, this is it.

Ow!

Alrighty.

Oh, Miss Bond.

- Miss Bond, no.|- Shh.

Now, don't you worry.|Everything's gonna be just fine.

That's Mr. Berk's car.

I've called the police.|They'll be here any minute.

Now, stay put, all right?

- Come on, Ruthie. Let's follow.|- But she said to stay put.

Come on, hurry.

There she is.

- Kit.|- What are you doing here?

- Did anyone see you?|- No. Miss Bond brought us.

She's gonna help us. Look.

Is that it?

Easy, easy.

- That's it. That's it.|- Shovel.

Come on.

Yes.

- They found the box.|- This isn't fair.

That's our box. That's our money.|That's all that we have.

We'll get it back to you, Kit.|Don't worry.

- Kit was in your car.|They're blaming Will.

Miss Bond called the police.|They're on their way.

- Wait, where did Miss Bond call from?|- Your house, why?

Our phone doesn't work, Stirling.

- Oh, no.|Oh, no.

Miss Bond.

Miss Bond was in on it all along.

How could I have not have seen it?

Of course,|every magician has an accomplice.

- What are you talking about, woman?|- You can't really levitate someone.

- Unless they're in on the trick.|- Exactly.

What do we do now?

- Turn around and go back right this...

Magic.

Yoo-hoo! Over here.

She's got a camera.

Kit!

Yoo-hoo! Over here.

Ooh! Ooh!

No.

Get up. No, wait. Wait, wait, wait.

He's taking the loot. Get him.

Get him. Get him.

It's all right, Stirling.|No one's gonna hurt you.

Oh, no. Oh, no. Oh, no.

Look, the hobo jungle. We can hide there.

I've got an idea.

What are you doing?

Giving us a head start.

Oh, just let the Kittredges keep their money.

- Oh, stop it.|- It was never part of our plan.

Okay, there was $250 in there.|I am not letting them keep nothing.

You tell your girlfriend to button it.

Quiet.|- Girlfriend?

Oh, don't be so naive, Lucinda.|This is the way it's gonna be from now on.

Oh, lovebirds.

It's a good thing I read Hobo.

This way.

Come on. Come on. Come on.

Okay, I think we're close.

Kit?|Will.

- What are you all doing?|They're chasing us.

We know who did it.|The Berks and Miss Bond.

- Berks?|I always knew it wasn't you.

- They're after us.|They set you up.

Come on, let's go.

- Oh, yeah, that's great.|- Oh!

Great, huh?

Boy, sure is a good thing you read Hobo.

Come on, let's go.|Come on. Come on. Come on.

Hi. Ahem. Excuse me.

I was wondering|if somebody could help us.

Uh, we just happened|to be picnicking nearby...

...and, uh, it seems that|we have lost our children.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

Yes. So, naturally, we thought|that they had wandered over here.

Oh, naturally, naturally.|Has anyone seen any lost children?

Mm-mm.

No.

Well, I, uh... I have, um...

Let's see. Uh...

Fifty, 70, 80.

A hundred, uh, dollars...

...that, uh, I'm sure would probably buy|a lot of food for that baby...

...and, uh, be able to give some of you|a fresh start.

So that you might once again become...

...respectable members|of the community again.

Ah. Respectable members|of the community?

- Yes.|- Like you?

- Achoo!|- Shh!

Hello, my little angels. Get them.

Help! Help!

Help! That's my money! Give it back!

Not so fast.

Let go of me.

Aah! No!

Thank you, ma'am.

- Anytime.|- Lucinda.

The magic is gone.

No. No.

No. Unh! Ow.

Forgive me, Kit.|All of you, I'm so sorry.

Somehow we convinced ourselves...

...that desperate times|justify desperate measures.

Well, Jefferson, I was being naive.

There we were gallivanting|across the country like Robin Hood...

...stealing from the rich|to give to the poor.

When technically...

...all we really did was steal from the rich|and the poor and kept it.

Really, that's what we did.

And you...

...Jefferson Jasper Renee Berk...

- Ha, ha!|Renee?

- Are no Robin Hood.

Mac, why don't we go to town,|tell the sheriff we solved the crime spree?

Tell him it wasn't a hobo after all.

Yeah. That's right.

Hey, come on. Easy.

Goodbye, my friends.|- Bye, Miss Bond.

Where's Countee, Will?

You know how they say if you wanna|hide something, you do it in plain sight?

- Uh-uh.|- Yeah. No.

Hey, Countee.

You dressed him as a girl?|- I am a girl.

He's a she? You're a her?

Everyone,|meet Constance Angel Eudora Garvey.

Sorry we had to fool you all...

...but, uh, I promised her daddy|I'd look out for her.

- It's dangerous for girls to ride the rails.|- Are you mad?

Of course we're not.|And I like your dress.

- Thank you.|- Do I have to call you Constance?

No.

Good.

You may be a girl,|but you'll always be a boy to me, Countee.

Thanks, I think.

Yeah.

That looks good.

How exquisite.|- Lovely, Margaret.

Well, we certainly have a lot|to be thankful for.

Hear, hear. To Kit.

We certainly wouldn't still be here|without you.

To Kit.

Your father would be so proud.

And what do you hear from Chicago,|Margaret?

Kit, would you please pass the beans|to Miss Dooley?

Yes.

Kit.|Will? Countee?

Ma'am.

Sorry to disturb you all...

...but this being thanksgiving,|we just wanted to show our thanks.

It won't be but a minute.

Come on in.

- May we?|- Please.

- Oh, Will.|- We didn't know how else to thank you.

WO This is yours.|Hi. Thank you.

Hi.

Hi.|- Hi.

Can't thank you enough, Miss Kittredge.

Oh, my good... Will.

You can make a big stew.|- I've never seen...

WO|Hi. Thank you very much.

Thank you.|Thank you very much.

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