Ratatouille Page #3

Do you know what would happen to us

if anyone knew

we had a rat in our kitchen?

They'd close us down.

Our reputation is hanging by a thread

as it is.

Take it away from here. Far away.

Kill it. Dispose of it. Go!

Whoa!

Doh!

Don't look at me like that!

You aren't the only one who's trapped.

They expect me to cook it again!

I mean, I'm not ambitious.

I wasn't trying to cook.

I was just trying to stay out of trouble.

You're the one who was getting fancy

with the spices!

What did you throw in there? Oregano?

No? What? Rosemary?

That's a spice, isn't it? Rosemary?

You didn't throw rosemary in there?

Then what was all the flipping

and all the throwing the...

I need this job. I've lost so many.

I don't know how to cook, and now

I'm actually talking to a rat as if you...

Did you nod?

Have you been nodding?

You understand me?

So I'm not crazy!

Wait a second, wait a second.

I can't cook, can I?

But you...

You can, right?

Look, don't be so modest.

You're a rat, for Pete's sake.

Whatever you did, they liked it.

Yeah. This could work.

Hey, they liked the soup!

They liked the soup.

Do you think you could do it again?

Okay, I'm going to let you out now.

But we're together on this. Right?

Okay.

So this is it.

I mean, it's not much, but it's,

you know...

Not much.

It could be worse.

There's heat and light

and a couch with a TV.

So, you know, what's mine is yours.

Are you...

Is this a dream?

The best kind of dream.

One we can share.

But why here?

Why now?

Why not here?

Why not now?

What better place to dream

than in Paris?

Morning, Little Chef. Rise and...

Oh, no.

Idiot! I knew this would happen!

I let a rat into my place

and tell him what's mine is his!

Eggs, gone!

Stupid! He's stolen food

and hit the road! What did I expect?

That's what I get for trusting a...

Hi. Is that for me?

Mmm!

That's good. What did you put in this?

Where'd you get that?

Look, it's delicious. But don't steal.

I'll buy some spices, okay?

Oh, no. We're going to be late.

And on the first day!

Come on, Little Chef!

"Though I, like many other critic,

"had written off Gusteau as irrelevant

since the great chef's death,

"the soup was a revelation.

A spicy yet subtle taste experience."

- Solene LeClaire?

- Yes!

"Against all odds,

Gusteau's has recaptured our attention.

"Only time will tell if they deserve it."

Well...

You know.

Look, I know it's stupid and weird,

but neither of us can do this alone,

so we got to do it together, right?

You with me?

So let's do this thing!

I...

Welcome to hell.

Now, recreate the soup.

Take as much time as you need.

All week if you must.

Soup.

You little...

Ow!

You son of a...

You got...

This is not going to work, Little Chef!

I'm going to lose it

if we do this anymore.

We've got to figure out something else.

Something that doesn't involve

any biting, or nipping,

or running up and down my body

with your little rat feet.

The biting! No! Scampering! No!

No scampering or scurrying.

Understand, Little Chef?

Little Chef?

Oh, you're hungry.

Okay. So let's think this out.

You know how to cook,

and I know how to appear

human.

We need to work out a system

so that I do what you want

in a way that doesn't look like

I'm being controlled by a tiny rat chef.

Would you listen to me? I'm insane!

I'm insane! I'm insane!

In a refrigerator talking to a rat

about cooking in a gourmet restaurant.

- I will never pull this off!

- Linguini?

We gotta communicate.

I can't be constantly checking

for a yes or no head shake from a...

The rat! I saw it!

- A rat?

- Yes, a rat. Right next to you.

What are you doing in here?

I'm just familiarizing myself with,

you know, the vegetables and such.

Get out.

One can get too familiar

with vegetables, you know!

That was close. Are you okay up there?

Whoa!

How did you do that?

That's strangely involuntary!

One look and I knew

we had the same crazy idea.

Okay.

Huh?

Where are you taking me? Wait.

Whoa!

Wait. I'm sorry.

Whoa!

Okay.

Mmm-hmm...

Okay.

Whoa!

Whoa!

votre sant!

All right.

That should do it.

Mmm.

Congratulations. You were able to

repeat your accidental success.

But you'll need to know more than soup

if you are to survive in my kitchen, boy.

Colette will be responsible for

teaching you how we do things here.

Listen, I just want you to know

how honored I am

to be studying under such...

No! You listen. I just want you to know

exactly who you are dealing with.

How many women

do you see in this kitchen?

Well, I...

- Only me. Why do you think that is?

- Well, I...

Because haute cuisine

is an antiquated hierarchy

built upon rules

written by stupid old men.

Rules designed to make it impossible

for women to enter this world.

But still I'm here. How did this happen?

Because, well, because you...

Because I am the toughest cook

in this kitchen.

I've worked too hard

for too long to get here

and I am not going to jeopardize it

for some garbage boy who got lucky.

Got it?

Wow!

Easy to cook. Easy

to eat. Gusteau makes Chinese food

Chine-easy.

- Excellent work, Franois, as usual.

- It's good, isn't it?

I want you to work up something

for my latest frozen food concept.

Gusteau's Corn Puppies.

They're like corn dogs, only smaller.

Bite size.

What are corn dogs?

Cheap sausages dipped in batter

and deep fried. You know, American.

Cheap sausages dipped in batter

and deep fried. You know, American.

Whip something up.

Maybe Gusteau in overalls

and Huckleberry Tom hat.

Or as a big ear of corn

in doggie make-up.

Yes.

But, please, with dignity.

Get my lawyer!

Well, the will stipulates

that if after a period of two years

from the date of death

no heir appears,

Gusteau's business interests

will pass to his sous chef. You.

I know what the will stipulates.

What I want to know is if this letter...

If this boy changes anything!

There's not much resemblance.

There's no resemblance at all.

He is not Gusteau's son.

Gusteau had no children,

and what of the timing of all this?

The deadline in the will

expires in less than a month!

Suddenly,

some boy arrives with a letter

from his recently deceased mother

claiming Gusteau is his father?

Highly suspect!

- This is Gusteau's?

- Yes, yes, yes.

- May I?

- Of course.

But the boy does not know.

She claims she never told him,

or Gusteau, and asks that I not tell.

- Why you? What does she want?

- A job for the boy.

- Only a job?

- Well, yes.

Then what are you worried about?

If he works here,

you'll be able to keep an eye on him

while I do a little digging.

Find out how much of this is real.

I will need you

to collect some DNA samples

from the boy. Hair, maybe.

Mark my words.

The whole thing is highly suspect.

He knows something.

Relax, he's a garbage boy.

I think you can handle him.

What are you doing?

I'm cutting vegetables.

I'm cutting vegetables?

No! You waste energy and time!

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