Mr. Hobbs Takes a Vacation Page #8

Watch it! Hey, that guy | didn't know where he was goin'.

To the right, Dad! To the right!

Oh, boy!

Oh! D-Dad, watch out! | You're gettin' too close!

Oh.! You just missed 'em.

Hey, get goin', would ya?

Get outta the way!

Move! Hurry up, would ya?

- Watch out.! | - We've got the right-of-way, don't we, Dad?

- Right. | - Yeah, I thought so.

Hey, where do you think you're goin'? | Watch out!

That'll teach ya!

Look, Dad, the fleet's in.

Why, there's one, two...

Three, four, five, six of'em.

Ship ahoy!

Ahoy!

- Boy! | - It-It comes back to ya.

You really went through those boats.

Did you see that fella that fell on his face? | Boy, did you scare him.

Well, I really didn't mean to do that.

It's just that there's a little | too much weather helm in this boat.

How far off the point | do you wanna go?

Just so land's not in the way.

What have you got?

- Well, about time. | - Okay.

- Here's yours. | - All right.

Oh.!

- Gee, Dad. | - It's wonderful, isn't it?

Uh-huh.

Exactly on time too.

- Can you stop for a minute? | - Never hove to with a favoring wind, sailor.

I'd better stick on this port tack.

You know, there won't be | another one till 1999.

What do you say we watch | that one together too?

- You think we can? | - Well, we can try.

Well, I-I think | we'd better head back in.

- But it just started, Dad! | - I know. We're gettin' a little far out.

Come on. Get over there.

Come on.

It was around 6:
45, | the weather bureau said later...

that the wind changed | and began to blow steadily out to sea.

Say, this is gonna be | a real adventure, huh, Dad?

A little spot of fog. | Nothing to worry about.

- I wish I'd brought my compass. | - We'll be okay.

We'll be okay.

Sure.

Gee, Dad, I didn't know | you knew so much about baseball.

- You never asked me before. | - All right, how about this one?

- Bob Feller pitched two no-hitters. True or false? | - True.

- False. | - Now, wait a minute.

- He pitched three. | - You're just gettin' sneaky now.

- You want another one? | - All right.

Carl Hubble struck out five heavy hitters | in succession at one of the All-Star games.

- Who were they? | - Oh.

Well-Well, there's Ruth and Gehrig...

and, uh, Simmons...

and Foxx and-

- Who's that fellow that played for the Reds? | - That's right.

Don't tell me. Cronin!

Say, you're good, Dad. | You really do know baseball.

That wasn't the right order, | of course, but-

How many home runs did Rogers Hornsby | hit in Yankee Stadium?

Now, that- that one I don't know.

None! He never played in the stadium. | He was in the National League.

How can you be so cruel | to your own father?

Did you really see Babe Ruth play?

Yeah, yeah. 1928.

I was in New York, and I-

The coast guard informed Mrs. Hobbs...

that the only hope now was that the boat | had drifted far enough out to sea...

to be picked up | by a passing tramp or tanker.

- See what I'm doing? | - What do you mean?

I'm holding her in a tight circle.

That way, we'll stay just about | in the same place.

Good idea.

Who's the greatest quarterback | you ever saw?

- Sammy Baugh. | - Better than Unitas?

I think so.

- Did you ever see Red Grange play? | - Now, wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

Following the crash...

the great ship lowered a boat, | but it was too late.

There was only a bit of wreckage | to mark the spot.

- Isn't it gettin' mighty close? | - No, no.

No, it-it- it's over in there.

This fog plays tricks with sound.

I thinkJim Thorpe...

did more things well than any other athlete.

It's all right, son. She missed us. | Now, hold on tight!

Hold on!

All right, | now really hold on tight now...

because we're gonna get some rough stuff | when we hit the wash.

Here we go! Hold on!

Ride 'em, cowboy!

We're pretty far out, aren't we?

Yes, yes, we were.

But, uh, we were making | too big a circle.

That ship straightened me out. | The ship was northbound.

So I just corrected the course, | and we're all right now.

The captain of a southbound tanker...

reported having sighted | a small boat...

shortly after noon on Thursday.

He said it was headed | for the open sea.

You all right? | Why don't you zip up your jacket.

It's gettin' a little chilly.

Well, we're really gonna have something | to tell 'em tonight, aren't we?

After that, silence.

You know, I'll tell you why | I know that we're all right, son.

You see, when you get caught | in the fog, circling is S.O.P.

That means "standard operating procedure. "

And the reason | we were too far out is that...

I'm just sort of rusty | on gauging wind velocity.

I figured it'd be about 10 knots, | but it's more than that.

It's, you know, 12 knots, 13, 15, six-

oh, maybe 17 knots, you know.

So that was the- the difference.

And I don't mind telling you, if that tanker | hadn't shown up, we'd really been in the soup.

But the tanker, you see, it headed north.

Then that- It sort of was | like a compass to me.

You see? So, all I did | when I got a check on north...

then I just made a 90-point correction | to the starboard...

and now we're headed | right due east.

And if they haven't moved the continent | or anything since we took off...

well, then there's no question | about us runnin' right into it.

Now, look, I'm not- I'm not sayin'...

I'm gonna run you right up into that | Yacht Club pier or anything like that.

I'm no miracle worker, but you-

Dad!

Oh, boy!

- Oh, Danny? | - You rang?

Just so there won't be | any misunderstanding, son...

nobody was any more surprised | than I was.

Just like Christopher Columbus, | huh, Dad?

That's right.

That's right- me and Chris.

Columbus, Magellan...

Drake, Mortimer Snerd-

Hey, hey. Where are you goin'?

Pizza Heaven.

- Dad? | - Yes?

Would you like to look at TV | with me sometime?

Why, that's a good idea, son. | Thanks.

- Nice shot. | - Good man with a gun.

- Dad? | - Yep?

- Mom says, will you take a look at the pump? | - Nope.

Pizza!

- Joe? | - Yeah?

- May I ask you something? | - Well, the answer's gonna be no.

I can't possibly marry you this week. | I spent my allowance.

- Please? I'm serious. | - Well, be patient. I'll put you on the list.

At the Yacht Club, when you asked me | to dance, was there any special reason?

Well, it was your charm- | your pure, swingin', way-out charm.

- Hey, Joe, did you lose your razor? | - Get off my back, will ya?

I just thought, uh, maybe Dad | had something to do with it.

I swear to ya, it was you.

But I still think | your old man's a nice guy.

- I suppose so, if he weren't so insecure. | - Look, they all are.

My folks average | two or three complexes a week.

- Pick it up, Joe. | - All right.

- # Cream puff # | - # Shortcake #

- # Sweet stuff # | - #Jelly roll #

- # Gumdrop # | - # Milk shake #

# Curl up and be my baby doll #

#Woe is me | my solution isn't solvin' #

- # Maybe the answer # | - #Woe is me #

- # Can't be found # | - # My solution isn't solvin' #

- # Looks like I'm gonna # | - # Maybe the answer #

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