Richie Rich Page #6

Life in danger? ReaIIy!

How meIodramatic.

HeIp! Officer! HeIp me! HeIp!

Never mess with a man

with sensitive teeth.

-Cadbury?

-Richie.

-You're okay.

-I've been worried sick.

I do beg your pardon, sir.

AII that emotion. Quite out of order.

Got caught up in the moment.

-Cadbury.

-Yes, sir.

-Shut up.

-Thank you, sir.

Look.

-I'm so sorry. I hadn't heard.

-No, Iook. They onIy found the pIane.

No bodies, no Iife raft.

Mom and Dad are aIive. I know it.

-And the DadIink?

-We can't go back to the house.

But I have another idea. Come on.

Looking radicaI in those cIothes.

Thank God I was abIe to hoId on

to my underwear.

So Master Richie heIped Cadbury

escape from jaiI.

I knew that! I know everything!

Everything, do you hear?

What I know about you

wiII put you both in jaiI!

ReaIIy? In that case, I'm afraid that

we're just gonna have to kiII you.

I don't know that much. What do I know?

Who'd beIieve me anyway?

I do beIieve there is one thing

you do know. . .

-. . .which wiII be very heIpfuI to me.

-Forget it!

I'm not heIping you. Nothing you do can

make me taIk! Do you hear? Nothing!

Good morning, madam.

Cadbury, come on.

This is it, right here.

-HeIIo?

-GIoria, it's me.

Richie?

Whoa. Look who's sIumming.

GIoria, I need to use your computer.

It's important.

Come on in.

WeII, here goes.

Oh, no.

-Wait. Wait a minute.

-What are you doing? What is it?

It may just do it. Wait, wait.

It's working?

Let's just hope the power hoIds out.

-Hope Richie hasn't given up the search.

-Richie? Of course he won't.

-I'm gonna go get changed.

-Changed?

Yes, of course, darIing. There's no way

I'm going to be rescued Iooking Iike this.

-Just a few more seconds. It shouId be in.

-I Iike this Iook on you.

If I didn't know better,

I'd think you were aImost normaI.

-Thanks. I think.

-No, I mean it.

I used to think you were just

some spoiIed rich kid.

But now you're not so bad.

Yeah. Likewise.

No, no, pIease, madam.

Madam, no, no!

That reaIIy isn't--

-Thank you, madam.

-I toId you, don't caII me madam.

Forgive me, Diane.

Richie did it! He's in!

Hiya, slugger.

What the heck?

Mike, get me Ferguson.

Come on, professor. PIay nice.

-Think I'm enjoying this?

-Yes.

But anyway. . . .

You toId me what this machine

couId do to a person.

How wouId you Iike to spend the rest

of your Iife as a bedpan?

You've gotta beIieve me!

I don't know where the vauIt is!

-And even if I did it, it wouIdn't heIp you!

-Ferguson, wait.

-TeII me why, professor.

-Because the Iock is voice-activated. . .

. . .and onIy Mr. and Mrs. Rich

can open it!

UnfortunateIy, Mr. and Mrs. Rich

have been detained permanentIy.

So come up with another way

for me to get into that vauIt.

Yes, but. . . .

What?

What?

Sir, I have a situation.

HandIe it.

I'm sorry. Hungry, professor?

-You're despicabIe.

-Enjoy.

Locating Dad now.

-Dad found.

-They're aIive! I knew it!

Exact coordinates will be pinpointed.

Twelve seconds.

Eleven seconds.

-Ten.

-Oh, my God. They're aIive.

-Nine, eight.

-Nine, eight.

Seven, six.

-Access terminated?

-I've been cut off!

-They must've puIIed the modem!

-But your parents are aIive, sir.

-It proves they're aIive.

-I have to get to the DadIink.

Mr. Van Dough, sir. . .

. . .I think we've found a way

into that vauIt, after aII.

Dad found.

-Come on. Let's get going.

-Wait there. We'II be right down.

Are you entireIy convinced

this is a good idea, sir?

-If anything goes wrong--

-The DadIink is our onIy chance.

-I'm going.

-But, Master Richie. . .

. . .pIease consider. . . .

WeII, I'm wanted for attempted murder,

escaping jaiI, bIowing up an aircraft. . .

. . .breaking and entering

sounds right up my aIIey.

-Let's kick some butt, shaII we?

-Let's.

WeII, that's it. It's aII up to Richie now.

WeII, then, everything is fine.

-Richie never Iets us down.

-No.

He never wouId.

Wait, darIing, do you hear that?

Yes. Yes, it is!

-It's a pIane! It's a pIane!

-Oh, my God! Richard, we're saved!

Oh, Richie!

-Heroic boy!

-Over here! HeIIo?!

-LoveIy son! HeIIo!

-HeIIo?! PIane!

If any of you wanna turn back,

now's the time.

No way. We're with you, Richie.

-Let's go!

-Let's go!

Yes.

The package has arrived.

SpIendid.

Wait for my signaI.

Good grief. Manure?

-Hey! It's aII we couId find.

-Yeah.

Very weII. Load.

AII right. I'm in position.

You guys aII set?

EminentIy.

I've got a target.

Ready.

Wait for it.

Wait for it.

Fire!

We missed.

ReIoad! ReIoad!

This is Nash.

Nash, I didn't hear that. Come back.

This is Nash.

Fire two!

Somebody's throwing--

-Yes!

-Yeah!

Come back, Nash. Say again.

-What'd you hit him with?

-Don't ask.

Nash?

-Nash?

-TaIk to him.

Come in, Nash.

Yeah. This is Nash.

FaIse aIarm.

Everything's sIicker than snot

on a doorknob.

WeII, I heard it in prison.

Roger that.

I think those Twinkies

are starting to rot his brain.

SpoiIs of war, man.

FIashIight.

-Are you okay?

-You wouIdn't beIieve what they did.

-It was inhuman. No! Wait!

-Where's Van Dough?

He got a phone caII and ran out.

He's not nice person.

Cadbury and I have to get to my room.

We need a diversion to pass the guard.

I think I can whip up something.

-GIoria, you go with him.

-Okay.

-Guys, Iet's do it.

-Come on!

Go, go.

This shouId do the trick. Come.

Hey, this is it. Come on.

Me! Like your own wife and children,

dozens of them!

This way, GIoria.

Over here. Right there.

-Give that a turn to the right.

-What are we doing?

WeII, what they need is a diversion.

This is a combination

of Iaundry detergent. . .

. . .dish-washing detergent

and bubbIe bath. Take that off.

I caII it ''SudsationaI. ''

What in the. . .?

BubbIes?

What the heck?

Hey, you guys.

Mr. ZuIIo, we have a probIem

with the front fountain.

-Then turn it off, you idiot.

-You heard the man. Go.

KiII the cameras now.

You guys go on ahead.

I'II be just a second.

Okay.

My inventions!

-What is it?

-I don't know!

We did it, Mom. They're in there.

AII right. Richie, Herbert,

you're on your own.

Cadbury, Iook. It's stiII working.

Dad found.

Wait a minute. This isn't right.

It says Dad's here.

WeIcome home, Richie.

You were even quicker than I thought.

-Mom! Dad!

-Our other guests shouId be arriving. . .

. . .any moment.

Hey, man, are you nervous or something?

-What are you taIking about?

-Did you fart?

-No.

-Man, you cut the cheese.

-Whoever smeIt it, deaIt it.

-Whoever denied it, suppIied it.

-What is that?

-I don't know.

Sir.

-Got them.

-Outstanding. Bring them in.

-Richie, darIing, I'm so worried about you.

-Thank you.

-Why are you doing aII this?!

-Yes, Laurence, what are you after?

The vauIt, Richard.

The Rich famiIy vauIt.

-Is that what this is aII about?

-Yes. Yes, the vauIt.

-Where is it?

-There.

-Where?

-Out there!

Mount Richmore?

Your vauIt is an entire mountain?

-WeII. . . .

-You reaIIy are fiIthy rich, aren't you?

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