Problem Child 2 Page #6

It is? Oh. Fine.

Hello. We'd like a table for...

- Annie?

- Ben?

Maybe I'm gettin' soft,

but I just had the craziest idea.

So then Dad dropped his pants on live TV

and he lost the election.

Here's a campaign picture.

What are you jerks doing here?

I was supposed to have dinner with my mom.

Quit yapping and let 'em have a good time.

Everybody smile

for your complimentary photograph.

Say "Pizzarrific!"

Smile for your complimentary photograph.

Oh, boy, baby! When you're with me,

it's first class all the way.

We went to the restaurant,

they let us in, we didn't have to wait.

It's not like the restaurants

where you talk into the clown face.

It's not like that at all. Later on,

we'll go home and I'll put on the Zorro outfit.

Well, here's to an evening we'll never forget.

- It's them!

- Who?

It's him and it's her and they're together.

He has this flatulence problem

and he's eating a pizza, and it's her...

Hey, it's Peabody.

I hate that guy. He's got such a grating voice.

Yeah. I'll shut him up.

Here, let me. Terrible kids, just terrible.

That's pretty good. Let me try.

You rotten kids,

you should be locked in cages!

You can't talk to them like that.

Screw you, pal!

I can talk about anybody however I want.

Yeah!

Two can play at this game!

- Let's get 'em!

- All right!

- Keep it moving, come on.

- Quit pushing, it wasn't our fault.

- I got hit on the head with an egg.

- You can never come back again.

- That's a big loss.

- Yeah, we said no olives.

Did everybody get enough to eat?

Annie, you look like you could

use some dessert. Right around here.

- Your dad's pretty funny.

- He takes after me.

Junior, I'm sorry I hit you with the fire hose.

That's OK. I'm sorry I made you barf

on the Crazy Dance.

I couldn't believe it...

.. right in your face!

You know, I think your dad likes my mom.

Normally when a guy does that,

I run him over or knock him downstairs.

I gotta look out for her.

But your dad, he doesn't bug me that much.

You know, your mom

doesn't bother me that much either.

Pals?

Pals.

My arms.

My arms are free!

Oh, my Lord.

What's wrong with my face?

What is this?

Oh... Oh!

I'm Pinocchio!

Good, you made it.

Why did you want me to come over so late?

- You know how you said you liked my dad?

- Yeah.

I have the weirdest idea.

I think our parents should get married.

What are you talking about?

Your dad's already taken.

Well, he might be having

a slight change of plans.

Oh, great. Big Ben's up.

Who are you? And you should be in bed,

resting up for tomorrow's wedding.

There ain't gonna be no wedding.

I made LaWanda so ugly,

no one's gonna wanna marry her.

LaWanda Dumore's the key

to my financial comeback.

And nobody, nobody,

is gonna stand in my way.

- Nippy, where'd you go?

- This guy's gonna be a problem.

No, he's not. Let's get him!

Yeah!

I'm really tired.

Come on, don't wuss out. This is

the only way to get our parents together.

Now come on!

Whoa! It's so much bigger

than it looked on Mr Thorn's slide.

So, how do you start this thing?

I don't know. Guess you just make a wish.

Mighty Love Rock,

we come to you today to ask a big favour.

We got two parents and we want them

to fall in love and get married

so I don't get stuck with that b*tch LaWanda.

I hope this isn't asking too much,

but you're a magic rock

so you're probably used to these things.

Please help us.

Bye, Annie.

All right, Junior. Get up.

It's a big day. Today you get yourself a mom.

Has Junior ever run away before?

No, it's this wedding thing. It's got him upset.

I'm sorry he dragged Trixie into this.

Don't let Trixie off the hook. She's usually

responsible for her share of the action.

Junior can be

the biggest menace who ever lived.

Well, maybe he was a nuisance

in that little town you're from.

You're in Mortville

and around here Trixie runs the show.

She's an amateur. Nobody has caused

the amount of destruction Junior has.

I guess it's a stupid thing to argue about.

There they are.

Will you look at that?

Hey, guys. Good morning.

Hey, the Love Rock worked!

Up and at 'em, Junior, let's go. Attaboy.

So, do you need a ride home?

No, I think we're gonna take a little walk

and have a little talk.

Besides, you've probably

got millions of things to do today.

Yeah, I guess I do have plans.

So, see ya.

Typical, Little Ben.

You always wait till the last damn minute.

Dad, don't you wanna go see LaWanda?

There's a tradition. The groom

can't see the bride before the ceremony.

- But... but...

- But... but, my ass.

Beat it, we're busy.

Oh, nol If Dad doesn't see

LaWanda's big schnozz,

I'm screwed.

Miss Dumore!

- Are you all right?

- Dad, look at her face.

Hey, what happened?

Thought you had me licked, huh?

It's amazing what $382,000 worth

of last-minute double overtime

plastic surgery can do.

Benjamin, what's the hold-up?

Fine.

Come on, sit down, kid.

Hit it, padre.

Dearly beloved, we are gathered today,

on this day of joy,

to unite these two wonderful people.

No! Dad, don't do it!

Go for it, Little Ben. Make me proud!

We are gathered together

on this day of joy,

to unite you two wonderful p...

Who the hell is that?

That's my pal Trixie.

I hate children!

They ruin everything!

If I had enough power,

I'd wipe them off the face of the earth.

Junior!

Nippy! No!

No, Miss Dumore! No!

I command you to stop.

Trixie! You come down here

right this minute!

How many times have I told you

not to operate heavy machinery?

- Annie!

- Ben, I am so sorry.

I couldn't stop her.

We've ruined your whole wedding.

This wedding was meant to be ruined.

Annie, you're the one I want.

What?

- Yeah!

- We did it!

What the hell are you doing? You gotta

scrape your lovely bride off the ground.

Dad, I don't want to marry LaWanda.

I've found someone else.

Who cares? LaWanda Dumore

is a gold-mine. She's worth millions.

Dad, if you like her so much, you marry her.

Yeah. Why not?

Thanks, buddy.

Dad, I wouldn't have done it for anyone else.

Let me help you.

One... two... three...

Let me help you.

Not you, dummy.

Come on, there we go.

Get your mitts off me.

I hate your whole family.

Honey, come here. I'm not like them.

I'm different. I love you.

You said you love me?

Yeuch!

Yeah!

Nippy!

Oh, my God.

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