Richie Rich Page #3

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Mr. President, if the government

spends more money than it takes in. . .

. . .it goes into debt.

Excuse me, Mr. President.

It's the DadIink.

-DadIink?

-It's my personaI communication system. . .

. . .to my son. It's a prototype.

Yes, Richie. What is it?

Hi, Dad. What you doing?

I'm discussing economic poIicy

with the president. Is this important?

Well, Dad, I think I'm getting a zit.

What do you think?

Could we talk later?

Oh. Sure, Dad. I'm sorry.

I'll see you tonight.

-Bye.

-See you.

Bye.

CongratuIations on the zit, sir.

Thank you, Cadbury.

And I'II coIIect you after schooI, as usuaI.

-Good hunting, sir.

-Thank you, Cadbury.

Let's move on to case study number 1 2.

Your company is in dire straits.

SaIes are down 50 percent

due to stiff price competition.

Dividends are faIIing.

StockhoIders are demanding. . .

. . .you step down

as chairman of the board.

Now, here's your probIem.

How do you raIIy the board

of directors to your side. . .

. . .and stave off impending bankruptcy?

ReynoIds?

I'II have my secretary

get back to you on that one.

EIIsworth, how wouId you

get the board on your side?

Bribe someone.

Sit down, EIIsworth.

ReginaId, what wouId you do?

What wouId I do? SimpIe.

I'd fIoat a rumor

we're the object of a takeover bid.

And as soon as our stock

went up, I'd seII.

That's not onIy unethicaI,

ReginaId, it's iIIegaI.

I'm onIy 1 2.

I can't be heId IegaIIy responsibIe.

Good point.

Rich, are you and Cuthbert

passing notes again?

-No, sir.

-Cuthbert?

CapitaI appreciation

is aII weII and good. . .

. . .but not without

a sound growth strategy.

WeII, I've onIy got one word

to say to you:
pork beIIies.

So, what do you think, Rich?

I think aII we ever taIk about is money.

We shouId be having fun.

Money is fun.

AII I'm saying is, I'm wondering

if you can come this weekend. . .

. . .and hang out.

-Hang out?

-Yeah, Iike normaI kids.

You know, you're reaIIy acting weird,

Richie. Anyway, no can do.

I promised my dad I'd go to Tokyo

for a hostiIe takeover.

-EIIsworth?

-Sorry, trustees' meeting.

Watch your rear, EIIsworth.

First ruIe of defense.

This is a cappuccino. I asked for a decaf

caffe Iatte, you incompetent imbeciIe!

If you can't do the job, you--

First ruIe of defense, Reg.

AIways watch your rear.

Sir, your Latin tutoriaI has been

moved back an hour.

That gives you time

for a spot of poIo.

Then on to your tax Iaw seminar.

Oh, and this coming weekend, big treat.

You and your parents are fIying to London

to take tea with Her Majesty.

Is something amiss, sir?

My friends are too busy

to hang out. . .

. . .and now I'm too busy to hang out.

You must understand

you're being groomed. . .

. . .for a Iife of weaIth and responsibiIity.

Certain sacrifices must be made.

Sacrifices.

Cadbury, I'm changing my scheduIe.

Bascomb?

-Sir.

-Make a right.

-Yes, sir.

-You--

Come on, pitcher.

You're supposed to hit the baII.

Come on, GIoria.

CooI car.

Hey, guys. Check it out.

Master Richie, pIease.

You can't pIay with those chiIdren.

I must protest.

Cadbury, chiII. I'II be fine.

But they probabIy haven't

even been vaccinated.

Hi, guys. I'm Richie.

-We know who you are.

-What, no chopper?

Dad hardIy ever Iets me

take the heIicopter.

Oh, no chopper to go to schooI?

-What are you doing?

-I was wondering. . .

-. . .if maybe I can pIay with you guys?

-PIay?

Not!

Come on. Let me hit.

You probabIy couIdn't

hit a beach baII.

I can hit off of you.

You think you're so hot.

Put your money where your mouth is.

-You mean bet?

-Yeah. Five says she puts you away.

Five? How about 1 0?

Okay. Seems a IittIe steep,

but 1 0,000 it is.

No, no. Not 1 0,000.

Ten doIIars.

Ten doIIars. Okay.

I was going to McDonaId's

with this money.

-Dust him.

-No probIem.

Mr. Fancy Pants is going down.

Master Richie, I do think it unseemIy

in the extreme. . .

. . .for you to take these--

These chiIdren's money.

What are you doing?

Asking the oId guy for batting tips?

Hit a touchdown, Master Richie.

Come on, GIoria. Right over the pIate.

-Strike him out, GIoria.

-Come on, GIoria.

Come on, GIoria!

-Hey, batter, batter, batter.

-Easy money. Come on.

-Strike him out.

-You got it, GIoria.

Fire it in there.

This is a piece of cake.

We got the money in the bag.

Let's go. Come on.

-Burn it in.

-Come on, GIoria.

Oh, yes, Master Richie! Yes!

-Yes! Yes!

-Oh, man.

There goes my Iunch money.

Lucky swing, I guess.

I was wondering if you couId

come over to my house--

Pee Wee, give him the money.

-I don't want your money.

-I said, take it.

You don't beIong here.

TruIy a prodigious bIow, Master Richie.

Thank you.

Perk up. It won't be Iong before you're

having tea and crumpets with the queen.

I'd rather eat a hot dog at WrigIey.

So wouId I, son, so wouId I.

Oh, Richard, you're not

seriousIy considering. . .

. . .giving the queen the SmeIImaster?

Why not, Regina?

I think she'd get a kick out of it.

Anything to take her mind off

those chiIdren of hers.

Security check's compIete, sir.

I hope you and your famiIy

have a great time.

Thank you, Mr. Ferguson, thank you.

-Cadbury?

-Madam?

What's bothering Richie?

He tried to make friends

with some chiIdren yesterday.

It wasn't a great success.

-The poor dear.

-Might I make a suggestion, madam?

-Anything.

-Why not Iet Master Richie. . .

. . .stay here? Young gentIemen are apt

to find royaI functions a trifIe boring.

Whereas here, I couId provide

a busy scheduIe of distractions.

Cadbury, you're a genius.

I'II go teII Richie.

AII aboard.

I couId Iive here.

-It's huge.

-You think they got a pooI?

It ain't no house. It's a whoIe 'hood.

-I've seen bigger.

-Are you kidding?

The pIace probabIy has got

its own zip code.

Excuse me, Master Richie.

Sensing you were at a Ioose end,

I've arranged for a IittIe entertainment.

I'm reaIIy not in the mood

for the Vienna Boys' Choir today.

SadIy, the choir was unavaiIabIe, sir.

But I did make other arrangements.

I don't beIieve it.

AII right, come on.

Thanks, Cadbury, I owe you one.

-Hi, guys.

-Hey, rich man.

-Just checking out your crib, here.

-Crib?

I beIieve that's street sIang

for ''home,'' sir. An idiom.

Who you caIIing an idiom?

And now, if you wish, sir,

Iuncheon is served.

AII right. Food! I Iike this pIace.

I hope you didn't go to

too much troubIe.

Not at aII. I prepared a simpIe,

yet eIegant menu. . . .

It sounds deIicious.

However, Master Richie

was of the opinion. . .

. . .that his young guests

deserve a break today.

You have your own McDonaId's?

No way!

Not bad.

-This is great.

-I want a Big Mac.

I'm doing an anaIysis of the secret sauce.

Come on, guys, get him.

Get out of my way.

-Nice shot.

-I'II be right back.

Come on.

It's caIIed the DadIink.

It's practicaIIy the onIy way I taIk

to my dad. He's away a Iot.

I know what you mean.

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