Richie Rich Page #5

. . .they work harder, happier

and better.

So I think if we need to cut the fat,

I say we start right here.

-Good morning.

-Morning.

-Morning. Your messages.

-Morning, SyIvia.

-Morning, Mr. Rich.

-Morning.

Yeah, Marvin, I understand that.

Yes, but if aII of our divisions are doing

record-breaking business. . .

. . .how come Rich candy bars

are down 1 2 percent?

Oh, come on. Have you ever actuaIIy

tasted a Rich bar?

He'II get back to you as soon

as possibIe, Mr. Iacocca. Goodbye.

Richie Rich's office. Yes.

TaIk about gumbaIIs.

Richie Rich's office. I'm sorry.

He's not avaiIabIe. He's in conference.

-I'II have him caII you.

-Excuse me. We'd Iike to see Richie.

-And you are?

-Hey, they're free!

-We're his friends.

-We wanna thank him. . .

-. . .for reopening the factory.

-Mr. Rich is much too busy to see anyone.

But wait, we can--

Richie Rich's office.

Hey!

Excuse me! Somebody heIp!

-I didn't do it! I didn't do it!

-Get Pee Wee. We're going in.

Come on, Iet's go.

-I didn't do it.

-Are you aII right?

-Richie.

-GIoria? Hey, guys.

CIose the door.

I'II have to get back to you, Marvin.

Yeah, my new research and deveIopment

team just waIked in.

-What?

-What?

And finaIIy, after extensive

and exhausting taste testing. . .

. . .by my new research

and deveIopment team. . .

-Hi.

-How you doing?

. . .I've concIuded that we must increase

our nut proportion by 1 5 percent.

We simpIy cannot Iet our competition

be nuttier than we are.

-Yes.

-That's our idea.

-Come on, guys.

-Excuse me.

Excuse me. Coming through.

AII those in favor of my motion?

AII opposed?

I hate that kid.

No, no. CIockwise, cIockwise.

I said, massage cIockwise.

Migraines are bad enough

without your incompetence. Get out!

Yes, sir, Mr. Van Dough.

Now, you Iisten. I want you to put the

revised pIan we discussed into action.

And this time, make sure

the gIoves come off.

-GIoves, sir?

-It's a metaphor, hamhead.

WeII, that's it, honey.

We're out of Perrier. Caviar's gone,

and there's no more MeIba toast.

The onIy thing we've got Ieft

is a bottIe of Dom.

And this IittIe packet of BubbIicious.

Richie's favorite.

He's onIy 1 2 years oId, Richard.

He's just a boy.

Now, Regina, I'm sure whatever happens,

he's going to be just fine.

-Oh, my God!

-What is it?

-We're saved! We're saved!

-What? What? What?

My Louis! DarIing, my suitcase.

And when my father gets back, I'm sure

he'II be happy to see what we've done.

The profits from every division

have gone up on a record-breaking rise.

-It doesn't give you the right--

-I'm sorry, but this is poIice business.

-Herbert Cadbury!

-Yes.

You're under arrest.

-Pardon?

-What is this?

You can't just burst in here.

What is the meaning of this?

We received a tip

and searched the Rich mansion.

Bomb parts, detonation devices

found in Herbert Cadbury's room.

-Preposterous.

-You're under arrest. . .

. . .for Mr. and Mrs. Rich's murder.

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

Don't worry. I'm sure it's a mistake.

Cadbury! Cadbury!

Richie, poIice have him now.

Best stay here.

Do you understand that you can stop

these proceedings. . .?

Richie, is it true that Mr. Cadbury

pIanted a bomb on your parents' jet?

Do you think they were murdered?

-How do you feeI?

-What's the future of United TooI?

-Richie!

-Are your parents aIive?

-Mr. Van Dough!

-We are deepIy saddened. . .

. . .by this tragic turn. I'd Iike to beIieve

in Cadbury's innocence.

-But evidence points in the other direction.

-Mr. Van Dough.

Of course, my main concern is that

poor Richie survives this terribIe episode.

And having his best interests at heart,

I have petitioned Superior Court. . .

. . .to become the boy's IegaI guardian.

That's aII for right now. Thanks.

The court has granted legal guardianship

of Richie Rich...

... to Laurence Van Dough,

trusted friend of the Rich family.

Meanwhile, bail has been denied

to accused murderer, Herbert Cadbury.

And believing Cadbury may have had

accomplices, Mr. Van Dough dismissed...

...all employees of the Rich family.

The Southside community adoption

service released figures...

...for the last year--

My makeup case.

My dresses, my KarI LagerfeId,

my BiII BIass.

My tuxedo. Now we can throw

a dinner party.

WeII, what do we have--?

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

Here's something we can use.

Don't you think this is an odd time

to start shaving your Iegs?

Do you understand? This may be the very

thing that wiII save us. The very thing.

Yes, yes!

Richard, darIing, you've been

too Iong at sea.

Dad not found.

Dad not found.

Dad not found.

Excuse me, Richie.

-Right under that archway.

-What are you doing? What is that?

-Security camera. For your protection.

-My protection?

Yeah. And untiI further notice. . .

. . .I'm afraid I can't Iet you Ieave

the grounds of the estate.

After what happened to your parents,

we can't take any chances.

What about the company?

You won't be going

to the office anymore, Richie.

Mr. Van Dough wiII be running

the office from now on.

-Nice doggy.

-Come on, DoIIar.

Right there, camera 23.

That position's good. Lock it down.

I don't beIieve this.

It's Iike I'm a prisoner, DoIIar,

in my own home.

I'm gonna go have a taIk with

Mr. Van Dough. You stay here. Good dog.

WeII, sir, things have turned out

just the way we pIanned.

You pIanned, sir.

Just the way you pIanned.

WeII, not exactIy. The vauIt.

Where is the vauIt?

There must be biIIions in there. You're

head of security. Where is the vauIt?

I toId you, sir. That's one thing

I was never privy to.

What about the rotund

Professor Keenbean?

CIaims he doesn't know.

And you believe him, you idiot.

The man is a lying, disgusting toad.

About the butler, sir.

I've arranged it so Mr. Cadbury will soon

be so overcome with guilt and remorse...

. . .he's going to hang himseIf in his ceII.

To the Iab.

-They're gonna kiII Cadbury?

-They're gonna make it Iook Iike a suicide.

-We have to do something. Bust him out--

-Here it is.

-What is it?

-This baby here is the uItimate corrosive.

Don't touch it! I caII it

''hydrocIoricdioxynucIeocarbonium. ''

The name needs work.

But it'II eat through a Buick.

Or. . . .

-Prison bars.

-ExactIy.

WeIcome to your worst nightmare.

Gin.

Sorry.

What kind of deaI is that? I don't need

the money tomorrow, I need it today.

You don't understand. She's my mother.

-Excuse me, sir.

-What do you want?

-WeII, what do you want?

-I want you to give this to my uncIe.

-Who's your uncIe?

-Herbert Cadbury.

Cadbury, huh? Let me see this.

-What's this?

-It's Latin.

Latino? I thought he was EngIish.

-What's this?

-Very speciaI toothpaste.

He has reaIIy sensitive teeth.

-You got 1 0 minutes to do whatever.

-Thank you.

Get to it.

I'm getting out of here. Let's go. Hurry.

Thank heavens. My teeth

were starting to grow fur.

TaIk about extra-strength tartar controI.

''Life in danger. ''

''Use toothpaste on bars. ''

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