Midnight Madness Page #2

and I don't want you | upstaged by him again.

Why, that boy--

Harold, look at me | when I'm talking to you!

Adam is such a successful | enterprising young man!

Why can't you be more like him?

Dad, I'm not Adam.

Why don't you just | look at me for what I am?

Yuck.

Now, you're entering | Leon's game and that's final!

But, Dad!

No, thanks. Adam.

I was planning to work | on my jeep all weekend.

That's OK, Marvin.

I mean. | now that I think of it...

we need to find someone | with a really hot car.

Hey! What do you mean?

What do you call this?

Oh, your Jeep?

I'm sure it was all right | in its day...

but I don't know.

My jeep can outclass | any new car on the road!

Pick you up on Friday at 5:00.

And not only that...

but the game's a perfect chance | to get back at Adam.

Goody-good.

It's because of him | that my dad's always on my case.

Sounds good...

but what makes you so sure | we can win?

[Click]

[Harp playing]

[Fanfare]

Just a little present | from my father.

[Lucille squeals]

[Opener clanks]

Oh!

It's got | a turbo-charged engine...

observation bubble, telephone...

everything we need.

And best of all, | this baby right here!

Solve any clue | in five seconds flat.

Your dad bought you | all this stuff?

Boy, if you don't win that game. | he's gonna kill you.

Don't worry! We'll win!

You guys just meet me here | Friday night.

And in conclusion, this can be | our chance to finally show...

those football gorillas | how real men compete!

Wesley is right!

Especially after what those guys | did to us at the debate!

-All in favor? | -Aye!

Motion carried! [Bang]

[Glugging]

[Gasps]

[Belches]

I don't know, Lavitus.

I think we have better things | to do on a Friday night.

[Belches]

Yeah. Just why the hell | should we bother?

[Belches]

Well, gentlemen. | I'll give you one good reason.

What a nerd!

ALL:
We're in!

[Laughing]

And that's why | we've got to enter that game!

If Lavitus and his animals | decide to play...

I want to be there | and beat them!

Oh, count me in!

I'd like to get back | at those moron jocks!

Right! Peggy and Lulu. | how about you?

[Giggling]

[Door rattles]

What you doing, Harold?

Ah, Lucille has an idea | I'm supposed to be...

on a new diet | starting tomorrow.

Oh. An all-marshmallow diet?

Come on, Melio.

You know I can't go | all night without food.

[Sighs]

Just need an emergency stash. | that's all.

[Grunting]

[Sighs]

Come on, Melio. | Give me a break, huh?

Don't tell Lucille.

My lips are sealed.

Well, buddy...

[Yawns] | Getting kind of late.

-Oh, yeah. | -Mmm.

I think you should go home.

I mean. | thanks for stopping by.

-Sweet dreams. | -Thanks.

[Bag rustles]

[Slam]

Yeah.

Bye-bye.

Marvin'll pick us up | at your house in half an hour.

Come on, let's go!

Yeah, but, you know. | having four or five people...

on our team | would be a lot better.

I just wish we could | find one more guy.

FLYNCH:
Adam!

You'll never believe it! | I finally got a date.

She's right outside the door.

Hey, no kidding, Don Juan. | That's great.

Did you get the date | all by yourself?

Not exactly. | My mother fixed me up.

Terrific.

Super, Flynch. | but we got to get going.

I just stopped by to see | if you had any ideas...

of where | we might be able to go.

[Door squeaks]

You're coming with us. | Come on!

But what about my date?

Believe me, Flynch. | you'll thank us in the morning.

LAURA:
Yeah!

Now that we're all here. | we can begin.

Candy and Sunshine and I | will be running the game...

from my apartment. | henceforth to be known...

as "Game Control."

We'll be plotting | your progress on the game map.

You must phone in | from each clue location...

so that we can keep track of you | at all times.

[Beeps]

It is now sunset.

Candy and Sunshine | will distribute the first clue.

[Low muttering]

LEON:
: "The sea is reversed:

and blind:

"38-22-23/56-10-11."

Well, teams, good luck.

I'll see you at the finish line.

Wherever that may be.

[Laughs]

All right, men, huddle up.

OK. Blaylak, Cudzo. | Gerber. Armpit...

we've always been the best | offensive line there is...

and tonight we're going | to uphold that tradition.

Because who are we?

M-e-a-t M-a-c-h-i-n-e!

Meat Machine! Meat Machine!

All right, break!

All right, men, let's go!

ALL:
Right!

DONNA:
| Come on! Get in, get in!

Figure out that clue! | Get in!

[Twins giggling]

Come on, we'd better go.

Hey, wait a second. | Flynch!

Hey, come on, Flynch.

But my mother's | going to kill me.

-Will you come on? | -Flynch!

[Cheering and shouting]

[Tires screech]

Let's take this clue | one piece at a time.

What's the first sentence?

FLYNCH:
| "The sea is reversed."

Well, OK, that could be | the ocean or the beach.

But it says the sea is reversed.

Maybe that means we should | go away from the beach.

[Sighs] Tch.

I've got it! I've got it!

"The sea is reversed"...

means to take the words | "the sea" and reverse them.

That way you get...

"Sea the!"

Yeah, but what's | the second part of the clue?

"S.S. Itari | is mixed up and blind."

-Huh. | -Mr. Chairman...

regarding the portion | "S.S. Itari is mixed up"...

I move that mixed up means | the letters in the word...

"S.S. Itari" are scrambled up.

Very good. | but the clue says...

"S.S. Itari | is mixed up and blind."

What does he mean by blind?

Well, that's the simple part.

Blind means to...

To take out its eyes. | "I's!" You get it?

-You get it? | -Yeah!

[Squealing]

There are two I's | in the word "S.S. Itari."

Take the I's out! | Take the I's out!

She's right! | That leaves s-s-t-a-r.

And that unscrambles | to form the word...

Uh, stars?

You're right!

-Yeah! | -Hurrah!

Blaylak, way to go!

Put everything together. | the clue reads...

"Sea the stars."

And there's only | one place I know...

you can see | every star there is!

The Wax Museum!

A map to the stars' homes!

The stars on | Hollywood Boulevard!

The Stargate Disco!

[Tires screeching]

[Horns honking]

Let's go!

are way ahead of us!

What are you waiting for?

[Beeping]

[Beeping]

[Yawns]

[Clatters]

Well, I suppose | we may as well get going.

We don't want to make it | too late of a night, do we?

[Laughing]

Let's see...

[Beeping]

Now, watch this.

[Beeps]

[Typing]

forecast for all of...

RADIO:
6L-15...

for Los Angeles 6:00 report.

a serious accident...

and several smaller vehicles...

blocking the freeway...

[Static squeals]

[Voices overlapping]

A-ha!

[Slams]

I thought | it was coming from here.

[Noise stops]

When all of my tenants | started to complain...

I knew it had to be you...

you...you...student!

Now. Mrs. Grimhouse. I--

Don't give me any of | your fast college talk, buster.

I'm sick to death | of your mess and your noise.

You know what I have here?

Your eviction papers.

And I intend to use them...

if I hear | one more complaint about you.

So you just better | watch your step.

LEON:
Hey!

You...you...pervert!

[Slams]

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