Mr. Peabody and the Mermaid Page #4

A mystery is good for a man,

it makes him doubly attractive.

It makes a woman want to find out more.

- Did you see it?

- Polly, Darling I didn't know you were home.

Aren't you going to bring-out

your little friend for Mrs. Livingston?

- MISS Livingston, Darling.

- Oh, yes, of course, so sorry.

They all seem to be hiding, I don't

even see any of the little goldfish.

You're NOT having a bit of

FUN with me, are you?

I'm not, at any rate.

Well, I'm quite an angler myself you know,

and I'd like VERY much to see it.

- Arthur, be an angel and get me that drink.

- Oh, absolutely.

Well, so long as it's not a barracuda.

Miss Livingston!

Miss Livingston!

That woman's either drunk or crazy,

she's in the pond.

Go upstairs and get her a towel and a robe.

Nice people you pick up.

- You stay here.

- Huh?

But, what happened?

Bring that drink!

Here.

Something seems to have

chased her, for a change.

It was like a hideous nightmare,

something with arms, like an

octopus, pulling me down and down.

Now, now, now, now, now,

you're... you're all right now.

And then it bit me.

- Bit you?

- In the leg.

Why, it looks like a human bite.

Well, are you... are you sure

you didn't bite yourself?

Well, I'll go now, I'm terribly

sorry about all this.

So stupid of me.

I'll get my dress.

- May I...

- No, thank you, I'll slip into it out there.

I'll be back in a minute.

Just a peach, isn't she?

Well, what does it matter... at my age.

Did you bring it in?

No, it was on the Rattan

chair, right where you threw it.

Well, it's not there

now, I've looked all over.

Oh, it must be, it couldn't've walked away.

Could you have left it in

the pond when you climbed-out?

No, I GOT out at the other end.

- It's not here.

- THAT'S funny.

Well, don't bother about it anymore,

I've been too much of a nuisance, as it is.

If you don't need this robe

tonight it'll do to drive home in.

Good night.

- Good night.

- Good night.

Now, if you'll be good enough

to listen for a moment...

Cliff! Shut up!

Come down there and kick your teeth in.

If I believed for a minute

that a man's best friend's

his dog, I'd cut my throat

without further delay.

- Arthur.

- Huh?

Sit here, Dear.

If that woman really matters to you...

Listen, Polly...

I could understand a little

flirtation with her...

I know that men, well, go

a little peculiar at 50.

But when I saw that look

of horror on your face

tonight, over that little

bite, I was shocked.

For the first time, I realized

how deeply you must feel.

Polly, will you listen a minute... I've

seen the woman three times in my life.

At the beach party the other night,

on the street this afternoon, and tonight.

Now, is it your understanding that that

constitutes a historic love affair?

But that look.

Polly, that look would have been

the same if it had been anybody else.

Lady Potts, Lord Potts, King Potts,

Major Ronald Hadley himself.

As a reasonably humane host, I

probably always shall be more or less

disturbed by the spectacle of a

guest being chewed-up underwater.

So that's it.

- What?

- Ronald Hadley.

- I picked the name out of the air.

- There's been some gossip, I suppose.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I've had lunch with him a couple of times.

- Well, is there any reason you shouldn't have.

- No, no, but...

I think I see it all now.

Well, if you see me tangled-up

with Cathy Livingston,

I wish you'd be good enough

to take another look.

Perhaps... perhaps we've

both been a bit to blame.

I'm not.

Perhaps we've both forgotten

ourselves for a moment.

Not me.

So, now there's only one

thing left for us to do:

Pull ourselves together and

remember who and what we are.

There's nothing for me to pull-together

because I've never been apart.

Arthur, if i promise

never to see or speak to

Ronald Hadley again, will

you give-up this woman?

Give her up?! Polly, How can you

give-up a woman you've only said hello to?

Please, Arthur, this is serious.

Won't you?

- Polly, I told you...

- I'll never so much as look at him again.

If he speaks, I won't answer.

If he comes in the room, I'll leave.

If only you'll do as much for me.

- All right.

- Will you really, Darling?

- Yes, I will.

- Do you... do you think you'll be able to?

I believe so, I.. I can only

try, of course, but with

your strength and faith and

help, I believe I can.

Oh, Darling, Darling.

Darling, you shouldn't, four o'clock

in the morning is no hour for singing.

People'll think you're drunk...

or that I am.

Ah! You look beautiful,

perfectly beautiful.

You know, it's... it's much more becoming

on you, that it was on Cathy Livingston?

Now wait. I've had just

about as much of that as

I can stand in one night,

so don't YOU start.

As a matter of fact, I don't know when I've

ever gotten so sick of a woman so quickly.

All I want now is just

a little peace and quiet.

There's only one way out it that I can see:

Polly's GOT to meet you.

Polly, Darling, this is Lenore, the young

mermaid I was telling you about, remember?

She lives in a little castle

at the bottom of the fish pond.

"Quite pleasant!", she says, "But a

trifle damp, like California, I imagine."

What the matter, Darling?

Oh, no, no, stop it, Lee, stop it,

I want you to meet her.

"The sins that you do by two and two,

you must pay for one and one."

Polly, let me In.

Polly! Come on now, let me in and let's

get this thing straightened-out.

Do you hear me? Polly!

Oh, come on, now, just

give me just one min...

rather, give me... give me ten minutes

and I can explain the whole business.

Alcoholics Anonymous, here I come.

Now, Polly...

Now, now, Polly, Polly, now, Polly,

where do you think you're going?

Will you be good enough

to stand aside, please.

Polly, don't be ridiculous, if you'll listen

to me for ten, for fifteen minutes...

Did you hear me ask you

to stand-away from that door?

Polly, be reasonable, where will

you go at this hour of the night?

- Now, come on back upstairs.

- Don't you DARE touch me, you barefaced liar!

What do you mean?

What have I lied to you about?

Not one hour after swearing,

in my arms,

knowing all the time she was

down there waiting for you.

Holy Moses, are you on that...

Bound to slip.

Polly! Listen.

Now, Polly, Polly, now, wait a minute,

wait a minute, you're... Polly!

You're simply making a

molehill out of nothing.

- That wasn't Cathy Livingston out there.

- No? Then, who pray, was it?

It was... it... nobody,

that's exactly what I'm

trying to tell you, it

wasn't a woman at all.

Now, Polly... Polly, now, wait...

that was the mermaid.

- That... that fish?

- Partly fish, yes.

Oh! A fish wearing a

gold Lam evening dress?

I know it sounds peculiar, but...

but that's precisely what it was.

That fish, as you call her, pinched

Cathy's dress and she was trying it on.

Like a kid! It was the first time

in her life she'd ever had clothes on.

And we were just sitting there talking

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