Monkey Business Page #10

We need a nice tall man

to play maypole.

Well, I'm sorry,

but I haven't time now.

Don't you like children?

Of course I like children.

Why are you mean

to 'em then?

- I'm not mean to them.

- Don't you wanna make us happy?

- Of course I do.

- Then play maypole.

All right,

I'll play maypole with you...

if you'll go tell

Mrs. Fulton I'm here.

- Okay.

- You're nice to play maypole with us.

Now you step right back here

against this tree...

and hold this up real high.

- All right.

- That's fine. Come on!

I thought you were

gonna tell Mrs. Fulton.

Can't I watch for a minute?

No. You promised you'd do it

if I play maypole.

What was it

I promised to tell her?

You tell her that I'm here.

Now why don't you...

You're getting this too tight!

I can't move!

You can come out now,

Red Eagle!

Fulton, have you gone

stark raving out of your mind?

Oh, Mrs. Fulton,

I have a message for you...

- I'm sorry, but I don't have time.

- Mr. Oxly wants to see you.

Yes, and I wanna see him too.

Oh, Miss Laurel.

Oh, for goodness sake.

Mr. Oxly? Mr. Oxly?

You've got to do something

about Barnaby and right away.

There, there, little girl.

Now don't get excited.

Would you like some lemonade

or a piece of candy?

Oh, stop it, Mr. Oxly.

Stop it.

The formula has worn off.

I'm not a little girl any longer.

- It's Barnaby I'm talking about.

- What is he up to now?

- It's Barnaby I'm talking about.

- What is he up to now?

You've got to save him.

You've got to bring him back.

I'm trying to.

I've got everyone, including half

the police force, trying to find him.

- Do you know where he is?

- He's right here in my arms.

Now, Mrs. Fulton, don't cry.

Remember, you are the wife

of a great scientist.

Oh, poor Barnaby.

He was so brilliant.

- Now look at him.

- It's a pretty baby. Is it yours?

- Of course he is.

- I didn't know you had a child.

- Mr. Oxly, this is Barnaby.

- What?

That's what I've been trying

to tell you. This is my husband!

You mean the formula has gone too far,

and this is the result?

- Yes.

- I can't believe it.

Well, it's true, and you've got

to do something about it!

By George! By George!

- Oxly speaking.

- Yes, Oliver?

Prepare yourself for a shock, G.J.

Dr. Fulton's formula has backfired

and turned him into a baby.

- A complete idiot, huh?

- No, not an idiot. A baby.

- An infant two feet tall.

- Don't talk rubbish, Oliver.

I'm not talking rubbish.

I can see, can't I?

I wonder.

We've got to find an antidote...

and we can't do that until

we know what was in the formula.

Just get the truth out

of Fulton any way you can.

Well, come on in here

and help me.

All right, now we've

got to find out...

Shh. Mr. Oxly,

he's trying to say something.

What are you

trying to say, darling?

Well, go ahead, tell me.

Please try.

Let me talk to him.

Barnaby, I'm going to

speak to you very slowly...

so as not to confuse you.

But we're going to do

everything we can to help you...

but you've got to help too.

- You understand?

- Barnaby, please listen. Try hard.

This might help.

Listen.

He remembers.

He wouldn't take it before,

and now he will.

Barnaby,

we can't find the antidote...

until we know the real formula.

- Well, don't frighten him.

- I didn't say anything to frighten him.

He's being evasive again.

Barnaby, you lied to us about

the missing ingredient.

Now, what is it?

Oh, Mr. Oxly, he can't talk!

What are we going to do?

We can't wait until he grows up.

I'll be dead.

Yes, and when he's 20,

think how old I'll be.

Well, Oliver, is that the brat

you were talking about?

Yes, G.J.

This is Dr. Fulton.

Don't you call

my husband names!

Madam, what are you trying to put over

on the Oxly Chemical Works?

Stop talking like a fool.

I came here for help,

and you are responsible.

Jerome, you were

my husband's colleague.

Can't you find an antidote?

I warned him. I warned him.

This proves there are

no boundaries to science.

You're all talking nonsense.

That's no more Fulton than I am.

I ought to know

my own husband.

Now look what you've done.

You've made him cry.

That's all right, darling.

Don't cry.

- He's probably tired and sleepy.

- Yes. Sleepy?

Well, that'd be a sign

that the formula's wearing off.

That's the way

it worked with me.

- Sleep might bring him to normalcy?

- It did before.

- Oh, bosh.

- Mrs. Fulton, where are you taking him?

To his laboratory...

so that he can take a nap on his couch

where he'll feel at home.

Hey, look!

Oh, jiggers!

It's the cops!

Head for the hills!

Head for the hills!

- Mr. Oxly, this is all I could...

- Shh!

- This is all I could find.

- Give it to Mrs. Fulton.

Mrs. Fulton, will this do?

Yes, thank you.

Oh, isn't he cute?

Miss Laurel. Keep your hands

off of him, please.

- I wasn't going to...

- He's defenseless.

I can't have you touch him.

He's got to get some sleep.

Yes, ma'am.

He doesn't seem sleepy now.

Perhaps we should take

a blood chemistry.

Shh! Please.

Will you please be quiet

and give him a chance?

Yesterday when

he took the formula...

he had to sleep before

he became normal again.

And he's got to sleep, Mr. Oxly.

Sometimes I try counting sheep.

Well, I hardly think he...

Oh. I know

what might do it.

Now. Now, listen, Barnaby.

#We're poor little lambs #

#Who have lost our way #

- # Baa baa baa #

- Silly song.

#We're little black sheep #

#Who have gone astray #

# Baa baa baa ##

By George, this waiting

certainly takes it out of a man.

I need something.

Haven't got a drink around here,

have you, Doctor?

- But, Mr. Oxly, I don't drink.

- I didn't ask you that.

I asked you if you had

anything to drink around here.

Well, for medicinal purposes...

- No excuses. Just get it.

- Good idea.

- Here's some glasses.

- I'll get some water.

Yes, I'd like a little water

with mine.

- Will you have a drink, Mrs. Fulton?

- No, thank you.

- A drink comes in handy sometimes.

- You bet.

- Water, G.J.?

- Please. Thanks.

- Well, here's how.

- Here we go.

- Tastes kind of bitter, doesn't it?

- Yeah, it's strange.

Get rid of that before

anyone else drinks it.

- Yes, sir.

- I'll give you a hand.

There's no excuse for having

water like that around here.

Doctor, see that that cooler's

cleaned out before it's used again.

Yes, Mr. Oxly.

Well, who are you?

I don't care who you are.

Just-Just move over.

There's a good fellow.

Oh, I'm so sleepy.

No, no, please. No familiarity.

Just-Just go to sleep.

Oh, Barnaby, darling.

Huh?

Oh, Edwina?

I thought I'd lost you,

and now there are two of you.

What do you mean,

there are two of me?

L- l-I can't see.

My glasses, you know.

Oh, your glasses. Wait a minute.

Here they are, dear.

- Oh, dear me.

- Oh, darling, are you all right?

- Yes, thank you. I'm all right.

- Here.

Who is this?

I don't know.

I thought it was you.

Well, what do you mean

you thought it was me?

- I don't understand.

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