Max Keeble's Big Move Page #2

Troy had grown a lot since then.

Whoa! What are you doing?

Where's Max?

I don't know.

Wasn't it

your turn to watch him?

McGINTY:

Welcome to cooking with Troy.

First, you want to dip

your little piece of chicken...

in a nice, thick batter.

No. Troy, no!

-Hold it! Stop!

-OK, we're set.

Yaah!

No! Troy!

Now you want to roll

your piece of dead meat...

in some bread crumbs.

Perfect.

And now that that's done...

our bird should be

ready to go in.

Oh, gross! Ecch!

Hope you like lasagna.

Settle down.

Cease!

This Thursday,

Superintendent Knebworth...

will be here

to inspect the school.

And so I am upgrading

my policy of zero tolerance...

to one of sub-zero tolerance.

Which is more than zero.

Cease!

And now,

without any further ado...

what's that I hear?

The pitter-patter

of little feet?

Allow me to introduce to you

the newest addition...

to the Curtis Junior

High School Cottontails...

three foreign exchange students

from eastern Europe...

and their names are...

unimportant,

because they're here...

to lead us to gridiron glory.

Why, all they need

is a place to play.

Students, I give you

your new football stadium.

Eww!

You, there! Little boy!

Prankster!

What is your name?

Uh, Max Keeble.

I've got my eye on you,

Max Keeble.

You're on my list.

-It wasn't my...

-Sit!

Heh heh heh.

MEGAN:

This is a bad junior high.

I can't believe

what McGinty did to you.

Mr. Jindraike

says if someone tries...

to start a fight with you,

just ignore them.

Ew! Robe! Ew!

Max, you can't go through

the rest of the day like that.

I don't plan on it.

Where's he going?

How great.

# Hey baby, hey baby #

# Yeah baby, yeah baby #

# Hey baby #

Cool.

Hey, man,

you got any spare air?

# Yeah, baby #

# Yeah baby #

Whoo!

He calls his victims

"Investors"?

He's got

all the latest technology...

and he's looking

to make a killing...

in the stock market.

M-m-m-marching call!

# You know the fella's

good for the moola #

This guy, Dobbs, was

once a stock-market whiz kid.

By age 10,

he was a millionaire.

12:
15. Meeting with Keeble.

Keeble.

By age 12,

he'd lost it all.

Now he's obsessed

with getting it back...

one kid at a time.

Keeble!

Caught your act in the assembly.

Looks like you can

use some help...

with managing your portfolio.

That's my lunch money!

And you have it all in cash.

Kid, let me hold this

for a while...

and I'll set you up

with a nice mutual fund.

What's going on here?

He's taking Max's

lu... lunch money.

Is this true, Mr. Dobbs?

No. I'm just spreading

some investment wisdom.

Speaking of which...

how did Biomorph Systems

work out for you?

Heh heh.

Best money I ever spent.

By the way, what

do you think of Handspring?

Handspring?

It's moving today. I'd say buy.

-Thanks.

-No prob.

Uh...

Don't miss me. Ha!

Excuse me!

Anybody want my carrots?

What?

Keeble!

You may be

under the impression...

that I encourage

horseplay and malarkey.

I don't encourage it.

I excourage it.

Excourage?

It means

the opposite of encourage.

Look it up.

Elliot!

And so, young man, remember...

"Study" rhymes with "Buddy."

Scram.

-Hey.

-What are you doing here?

I thought you said band

wasn't cool enough for you.

Yeah, but I thought it over...

and I've decided

that band is pretty...

["Baby, One More Time" playing]

Hot.

Excuse me.

What?

What are you doing

sitting in my seat?

Does it say your name on it

or something?

Yes.

So, if you don't mind,

shoo-shoo. Let's go.

Can you believe her?

-Hi, Jenna.

-Hey.

Welcome, everyone.

Settle, please.

I should tell you right away...

you'll notice that

we are a bit cramped in here...

thanks to some temporary

storage foisted on us...

by someone who has

absolutely no appreciation...

of what we do in here.

Now, if you'll go to

the beginning of the piece...

Can I help you football guys?

Yes, please.

Careful!

Jindraike. I'd like to...

# Standin' here lookin'

out on the world #

# For a second nobody's

lookin'back at me #

# I never even notice

where they go #

# The sun is shining

down and #

# There's no one else

around now #

# Wish you were here

to hear me say #

# This is gonna be #

# My greatest day #

# How far would I go #

# Just to hear

everybody say #

# This is gonna be #

# My greatest day #

# My greatest day #

# My greatest day #

Hey, Tad. Did you miss me?

This is Tad.

He totally rules

the animal shelter.

I helped nurse him when

he was a baby chimp...

and we've been buds

ever since.

Hey, Max!

Hi, Marley. What's up?

Could you do me a favor

and feed the goat?

Sure. What's going on?

Didn't you hear?

We're closing down.

Some creep bought up

the property...

and canceled our lease.

What's gonna happen

to the animals?

We're doing the best we can

to find homes for them...

but we only got

until the end of the week.

It's messed up, I know.

It's real messed up.

I couldn't believe it.

Something had to be done,

but what?

I thought maybe my parents

might have an idea.

They did.

We're moving?!

Yeah.

Foge wants me to head up

the new division.

I can't believe this. When?

-Friday.

-This Friday?

Man, this is totally unfair!

I mean, my life is here,

my friends are here.

We know that, Max.

But you'll make plenty of

new friends in Chicago.

Chicago?!

This was gonna be my year.

Here.

Sweetie,

we know this is hard on you.

It's hard on all of us.

Well, then I have

a great, great idea.

Let's not go.

Foge is my boss.

He's counting on me.

Can't you just say no?

No. It's not that simple.

This bites.

He'll be fine.

But, Max,

Chicago's 1,000 miles away.

Better tell your parents

to watch out for carjackers.

These guys'll just

come up to you...

at stoplights

and take your car away.

I saw it on "20/20."

That's why they call it

the Motor City.

Maybe you could hire a lawyer

and legally emancipate yourself.

You can stay with me.

I'll ask my mom.

My dad'll give you

a job here at the junkyard.

You know what?

Nice try, guys.

You know what?

Face it, I've been foged.

We meet again, paperboy.

OK.

Evil Ice Cream Man, me.

You're wondering why, right?

Ohh!

I once found a cockroach

in my snow cone.

My mom called

the health department...

and he got nailed.

He's been trying

to nail me ever since.

Drat! The fuzz!

This isn't over, paperboy!

Hello, officer.

Snow doodle?

Hey, look,

it's dumpster boy.

It's Rinky Stinko,

the garbage kid.

Ha, Rinky Stinko.

He just made that up.

Now, that's good.

MEGAN:

Hey, Max, check it out.

I made some flyers to help

save the animal shelter.

I thought you and I could

put them up around school.

Why bother?

A flyer's not gonna

make any difference.

He didn't mean that.

Cover me. I'm going in.

He moves, he fakes.

Rangoon, think fast.

Nice hands.

Now, pick up the ball...

and put it in the case.

It's from Knebworth's

City Championship game.

I'm going on my walkabout.

Mrs. Rangoon, what's this?

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