Richie Rich

I still remember it

as if it were yesterday.

A cold and frosty November morning

when Master Richie came into the world.

I have a son.

And I,

Herbert Arthur Runcible Cadbury...

...born in the tradition of service...

... was to become

his gentleman 's gentleman...

...or as you Americans would say,

his butler.

Richie Rich was the long-awaited

first child of Richard and Regina Rich...

...and at 7 pounds, 6 ounces,

was immediately proclaimed...

... the wealthiest baby in the world.

Truly, Master Richie was born into

a life of great wealth and privilege...

...and yet, he was assuredly

his parents ' most valued treasure.

Can you say, ''WaII Street''?

''WaII Street''?

-Can you say, ''bIue chip''?

-Bunches and bunches of money.

-That's how much mommy Ioves you.

-Can you say, ''convertibIe debenture''?

From the day he left his cradle...

...I undertook to show him

all that was good in life.

And I am delighted to report

that never was there a child...

... with a sweeter disposition.

...or a more spirited sense of play.

Although his father,

the senior Richard Rich...

...spent countless hours in his office,

overseeing his vast business empire...

Rich to buy 1 00 miIIion acres of jungIe.

...he still found time to share

simple pleasures with his son.

Thank you, Cadbury.

Go and buiId it anyway.

As he grew, Master Richie

developed a keen interest in sports.

Just a minute. Great toss, son.

-Beep beep, coming through.

-He had everything a boy could want.

Although at the age of 3...

...his driving skills

left something to be desired.

We have to have our Arab friends

understand that. Just a minute.

Nice throw, sIugger.

With baseball, however, he displayed

a quite precocious talent...

Next Tuesday, right.

... which, as the years progressed...

...became more than

just a favorite pastime.

Not bad. Let's try this this time.

I want you to get the back eIbow up.

That a way. Get the bat right here.

ShouIders square.

Nice IeveI swing.

Keep your eye on the basebaII.

Okay, pitch. Put some heat

on it this time.

That's it.

Nice hitting, Richie.

Sorry, CharIes!

Good cIubbing, Master Richie.

You're scoring Ioads of points.

They're caIIed runs, Cadbury. Runs.

Of course. But I'm afraid

we must run, sir.

-Can I have just one more inning?

-That reaIIy isn't possibIe.

-Thank you, Mr. Jackson.

-You're weIcome, Richie. Any time.

AII right, pack it aII up.

In addition to his life of fun and games,

of luxury and privilege...

...Master Richie was obliged to

undertake responsibilities beyond those...

-...of any normal child.

-It's a great day for a ceIebration. . .

. . .and a great day for United TooI!

We're gonna wait for Mr. Rich

because he said he'd be here.

Today marks a miracIe of sorts

here at United TooI.

This factory, once bankrupt, and

. . .is now ceIebrating

a new Iease on Iife. . .

. . .thanks to biIIionaire businessman

and phiIanthropist Richard Rich.

And it Iooks Iike Richard Rich

wiII be arriving here in moments.

Hi. My dad couIdn't make it,

so he sent me. I'm Richie.

FeIIas, come on. Let me through.

WeIcome to United TooIs, Richie. My

name is Dave WaIter, the pIant manager.

This is Diane Koscinski, our union rep.

Diane's gonna be making

our presentation.

-We're reaIIy gIad you couId come.

-Me too. This is Cadbury.

-Master Richie's vaIet.

-Oh, a vaIet? Never met one of your type.

That doesn't aItogether

surprise me, madam.

Richie who?

What pIanet you been Iiving on?

Richie Rich, the richest kid in the worId.

And now, our union rep, Diane Koscinski,

is gonna make our presentation.

Look, GIoria, your mom's

gonna make a speech.

Who cares about speeches?

Let's pIay some baII.

FeIIow workers. . . .

-GIoria, Iet's go!

-Come on, guys, Iet's pIay!

It isn't just this company,

it's the whoIe town.

And on this speciaI morning. . .

. . .the first day of retooIing that's gonna

bring our jobs back. . .

. . .we're gonna ask Richie to accept. . .

. . .a goId-pIated socket wrench set

for his dad.

Thank you, Richie.

On behaIf of my dad,

thanks for the wrenches.

I know my dad Ioves socket wrenches.

I know I Iove socket wrenches.

If my mom knew what a socket wrench

was, I'm sure she'd Iove it too.

I'd Iike to stay, but I gotta

go do my homework.

It's been reaI.

Thank you.

I'm sure you'II aII join me. . .

. . .in giving Richie a big

United TooIs thank-you!

I hope you're hungry. We got wieners on

the griII. Make sure you have partners. . .

. . .for that egg toss. PIenty of prizes

and you're gonna win one. You are.

This is a great day, and I hope

you aII stick around to enjoy it.

We've got pIenty of games,

pIenty of contests.

Lots and Iots of things for the kids.

Heads up.

This area is not secure, sir.

PIease return to the heIicopter.

-I wanted--

-I said--

Don't touch him.

Master Richie. . .

. . .you have a very busy afternoon,

so we must be on our way.

It's my job to protect him.

Very weII, Mr. Ferguson,

but grab him Iike that again. . .

. . .and you wiII need protection.

-Poor kid.

-''Poor kid''? What are you taIking about?

He's the richest kid in the worId.

You don't have chiIdren,

do you, Dave?

Hey, it's taking off.

Man, it must be cooI

to have everything.

-Come on, Iet's pIay baII.

-Yeah, Iet's go.

Come on, GIoria, put it over. Let's go.

It was then that Richie realized

there was something missing in his life.

Something simple.

Something money could not buy.

Yes, Mrs. Rich, we're fIying over

the estate now. We'II be arriving shortIy.

What? Oh, I'm sure he'II be

very happy to hear the news.

Master Rich, your father is home

from his business trip.

Great.

-Richie.

-HeIIo, James. Hobbes.

WeIcome home, sir.

DoIIar! Come here. Come here.

Good. What you doing?

What's going on?

Where's Mom and Dad?

Mount Richmore?

I said we needed

a famiIy portrait, Regina. . .

-. . .but this?

-It was RafaeIIa's idea.

She's the artist. I didn't want

to stifIe her creativity.

Oh, honey, you know me.

I'm aII for the arts.

Don't you think

it's a tad pretentious?

Our faces 1 00 feet high?

Wait tiII GeraIdo gets ahoId of this.

Richard, dove, you're overreacting.

Say, how'd she get it done so fast?

I've been gone a week.

Professor Keenbean invented a proton

particIe maximizer. Something Iike that.

Anyway, it seems to do the job.

My cheeks are too puffy.

I know, I know, Regina.

I put on a few pounds.

But you have to admit

that I do Iook puffy up there.

-Dad.

-Hey, sIugger. Great to see you.

How you doing, big feIIa?

How was the ribbon-cutting at United?

-Great. They gave you a gift.

-They did?

-Socket wrenches, sir.

-Oh, socket wrenches.

Son, I Iove a good socket wrench.

Dad, whiIe I was there, there were

these kids pIaying basebaII.

-BasebaII? Great.

-Yeah. And so--

Excuse me, sir. It's a teIephone caII,

the president.

-What country?

-This one, sir.

ProbabIy needs another Ioan.

This won't take Iong. I'II be right back.

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