Mr. Peabody and the Mermaid Page #3

Give it to the cook,

maybe she can get a steak

out of it for dinner.

I'm not exactly a cannibal, you know?

Oh, Arthur, stop that,

just get rid of it.

Throw it back in the ocean.

What time?

I'm sorry my Dear, but I...

I don't know what else to do.

I'd hate to give you up,

but, well, you saw how it was.

And if you don't mind my saying so, my Pet,

you're no guppy, either.

So with your kind permission...

Dear friends, the fish in this aquarium

are rare and valuable.

Enjoy them to your heart's content,

but do not, please,

feed or annoy them.

The decision made at this point,

was, I see now, a mistake.

The truth is that no

decision involving mermaids

should ever be made with even a

suggestion of alcohol under the belt.

You don't want to go back

in that ocean, do you? No.

It's SO big, and you're so pretty.

What's your name?

It must be something lovely, like...

Lenore. Lenore.

That's what we call a kiss.

It's a nice idea, what do you think?

And... and so simple, you know,

all you have to do, actually, is...

It's a symbol, it's the way of saying...

I think you're very pretty,

and I like you very much.

Do you understand at all? No?

Well, you just wait, Lenore,

it may take a little time,

but sooner or later you'll get the idea.

Holy Moses!

Thank you so much,

do come in again.

- Good morning, Sir.

- Good morning, I'd like to look at some sweaters, please.

- Certainly, Sir, about what size?

- Oh... small.

Six? Eight? Ten?

Twelve? Fourteen? Sixteen?

- A six, I imagine.

- Long sleeves or short?

- Short.

- Slip-on or Cardigan?

- Slip-on.

- Turtle-neck or crew?

- Crew.

- Thank you.

Here we are.

- Oh! But... but that's a child's, isn't it?

- You said six, I believe, Sir.

Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't quite

understand, it... it...

it's for an adult, but

a rather small adult.

Thirty-two? Thirty-four?

Thirty-six? Thirty-eight?

- Forty?

- Well, let's... let's try thirty-two.

Quite!

Here we are.

Light as a whisper. Gay as a sunbeam.

Wearing it will be an emotional adventure

spangled with the moon glow of twilight.

- Really?

- It also comes in a gay spectrum of springtime hues.

Pistachio, Purple Almond, Banana,

Marshmallow, Peach Dream, and Licorice.

- Licorice?

- It's sort of a light black.

- Would you be good enough to tell me something?

- Enchanted.

- Whatever became of blue?

- Would you care for it... or not?

Yes, yes, I suppose so...

there's something,

well, there's... there's

just one other thing.

- Yes?

- Can you swim in it?

Yeah, I know it's a rather

an odd question, but

in this case it's... it's

necessary, I'm afraid.

One COULD, I fancy, if one

had no objection to shrinking.

Oh, yes, of course.

May I ask, is the young

lady's prejudice against

swimming in a swim suit

quite deep seated?

No, no, not at all.

That's an excellent idea!

- I'll have HALF a bathing suit.

- Half a bathing suit?

That's it! The top half

of a two piece suit.

Oh, but I'm very sorry, Sir, but I'm afraid

we're not permitted to split our suits.

Oh, I... I'd pay for the whole thing, I mean that...

I... that I'd... I'd have no need...

Rather... she'd have no need...

I mean that...

Well, well, you, you

could keep the rest of it.

Oh, I see.

- Oh, hello.

- Did I hear right? Half a bathing suit?

If you'll pardon me.

- Well, as a matter of fact...

- No, no, no! Don't tell me, I don't want to hear.

I THINK I'd just rather wonder about it.

Why, it's... it's quite simple,

I mean the truth is...

I see... I'm beginning to suspect there

are hidden depths in you, Mr. Peabody.

Oh, no! No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Nothing like that.

I mean the... look, the simple fact is...

I know... you're shopping for that fish.

- Who told you?

- Several people.

Voil!

The Halter-Neck, toast of

fashionable Hollywood society.

The diaper model.

Not un-provocative, n'est-ce pas?

The Handkerchief Ensemble, blithe

as a breeze, vital as youth,

pretty as a picture, cool as a cucumber,

slick as a whistle, smart as a tack...

Darling, I don't want to offend you, but...

you know, you're really

not dressed for company,

and we're bound to have

some sooner or later.

Now, these... these little articles,

are... are what we call "modesty".

Now, modesty means... well... if you

haven't got it, some people are shocked,

some are embarrassed and some,

I regret say, are quite pleased.

Now, you see, in... in your case,

well, you get the idea don't you?

Oh, oh, oh, no, look, Darling, here...

Ya see, the idea is... that...

Now, Darling, please.

No, no, no, not yet, look, I...

I've got to get you

straightened-out on one or

two other points first.

For instance, you've got to

stop eating the fish in the pond.

Do you realize that's about a thousand dollars

worth of rare fish you've put away today?

Look, if you like fish so much,

why don't you dig into some of that?

Oh, now, Darling, I... look, I... I didn't...

I didn't mean to hurt you, really I didn't.

No... now...

You DO love me, don't you?

Take it easy, Dear, you don't

want to break my neck, do you?

No, of course not, so... so you've...

you've got to

learn the difference between

a hug and a... a strangle.

You understand?

Well, all right now, but... easy this time.

Now, isn't that nicer?

My age means nothing to you, does it?

You don't think that 50

is so conclusive, do you?

No, of course not, why should you?

What's so dreadful, really,

about a few gray hairs?

Well, suppose a man doesn't

care to make a public

spectacle of himself

by running up stairs.

Is that such an accomplishment,

running running up stairs like a fool?

Suppose he DOES get a

little sleepy in night clubs.

The truth of the matter is that a man

at 50 is at the very peak of his faculties.

Why, any doctor'll tell you that.

You know, at 50... oh, no, no,

don't go, Darling, don't go, not yet.

Because, at 50, a man has developed

understanding, sympathy, tenderness.

As no younger man could,

he appreciates beauty like yours.

In your eyes is a beauty richer

than any human eye could hold.

The beauty of eternal wisdom,

and it's the beauty of a child, too.

Simple, direct, uncomplicated,

like your love for me.

With such a love, what man

could be anything but younger...

Wait!

No, I'll come back some other time...

when you're all right.

Wait!

- Aren't you glad I'm here?

- Oh, you can bet your life.

They're talking about you.

- Who?

- "They" Does that bother you?

Oh, no, no, on the contrary,

I'm flattered.

Although, I must say,

you don't give them much to go on.

A sly fellow, huh? I'm not sure that you'll

be able to see anything this late,

she's... she's not much on late hours,

the minute the sun goes down she's...

It doesn't matter, I've seen fish before.

Right now it's YOU I'm interested in.

Come on! What are you trying

to get away with really?

- I don't know, I...

- Oh, come now! Who is she?

- Is she pretty?

- Oh, very.

Oh... pretty as me?

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