Son of Flubber Page #7

[ Swedish accent ]

this Hulda Christoffsen.

I think.

New maid, by golly.

Oh. Well, Hulda, may I speak to Mrs.

Brainard, please? It's very important.

Miss Betsy not here.

She been sittin' around all day

cryin' like heart would break.

She been

gone out tonight.

Gone out?

Do you know where?

She invited many parties.

Very popular, I think.

Look very pretty,

by jiminy.

Look beautiful.

Oh?

You been

gone out tonight too?

You have lady friend too,

ja?

No, I been sit home alone... friendless,

hungry. There's nothing to eat in the house.

Good!

What?

I- I think I hang up now.

"Gone out. "

"Look beautiful. "

As far as she's concerned,

I could starve to death.

There must be something

to eat in this house.

Soap.

Dandy. For dogs.

Wheat flour, whole milk,

soybean meal, dried fish.

Hmm!

[ Growling ]

Sorry, Charlie.

Mmm. Candy. Not good

for little dogs, Charlie.

[ Door buzzer ]

[ Both ]

trick or treat, professor!

- Oh, Im sorry, fellas. There's just not a thing in the house.

- Trick or treat.

Except these chocolates.

- They look stale.

- Yes, they do look a little stale, don't they?

- I'll tell you, if you don't want them...

- Yes, we do.

Hey, that's some crazy radiator

cap the professor's got there.

Yeah. Guess he's goin' out to

make some field studies with it.

As a matter of fact, I thought I

might go out tonight after dinner.

Hi, prof. By the way,

have you fellas eaten?

No!

No!

Well, science marches on, but

not on an empty stomach, huh?

Why don't we go out

and have a nice, hot dinner?

Great! I'm starving. Does

anybody yeah! Have any money?

Oh, Im sorry, prof, but the

hot water bottles didn't work,

And we had to blow every

cent we had on the scuba suit.

God, I wish we were invited to one of

those Halloween parties around here.

I bet they got

lots of eats.

Wait a minute! I was invited to a

Halloween party at Desirees house.

Now, let's see. Help me get that

old trunk off of the shelf, huh?

But how 'bout humph and me? Don't you worry.

We're all going to get something to eat.

Open that side.

Now Ill go in first, and then you fellas

come along later and ring the doorbell.

We'll arrange

some kind of a signal.

And then...

here's my old coonskin coat.

My old hat...

[ swing band playing]

Just a little something in case

I get hungry later. Yes, sir.

[ Doorbell buzzes ]

Two longs and a short.

That's it.

Oh, pardon me.

I- I'll get it.

- Boo!

- Well, a couple of ghosts!

- Trick or treat!

- Well, we don't want any tricks around here, do we?

Here's some nice popcorn.

Oh, boy! Popcorn!

Potato chips.

I like potato chips!

And some chicken. Chicken!

I want a drumstick.

Well, Brainard. Aren't you going to

ask the little folk to step inside?

- Come on, kiddies.

- Jiggers!

Well! How do you like those big

lugs pretending they're children?

I'll go and have

a talk with them.

Nuzzie! So nice that you could get here.

There's a tub of martinis in here,

and everybody's bobbing for olives.

It's just terrific that you

brought your saxophone. Oh, well...

boys, Id like you to meet the finest saxophone

player in the history of Medfield high school.

Well, I wouldn't say that. You

were too! Now go on, nuzzie. Play.

- Well, I don't think Id better.

- Come on, lover, join right in. It'll be just like old times.

Well, if you fellas

don't mind.

[ Toots ]

[ laughing ]

The same sweet clown. I'm so glad

to see that girl hasn't changed you.

I don't know whether

I should have come.

Nonsense, my dear. A bit

of gaiety will do you good.

- Good evening.

- Good evening, sir.

Good evening, madam.

I feel guilty about Ned.

He's so helpless all by himself.

Excuse me, my dear. Hello, Frederick.

May I take your coat,

madam? Oh, yes. Thank you.

[ swing music ]

Betsy! So nice to see

you. Excuse me, please!

How lovely you are when you're

angry. Is anything the matter?

Betsy! What in the

world are you doing here?

I might ask the same thing of

you. In fact, I think I will.

Here I was feeling sorry for you because

I thought you were home alone and hungry.

Well, I was. But there is an instinct

called self-Preservation, you know.

Under certain conditions even the lowest

form of life will go searching for food.

- Very aptly put.

- Look, Neptune, why don't you just submerge?

Ned, there is no reason

for any of that. I'm leaving!

Betsy, I want to talk to you. There is

nothing for you and me to say to one another!

Shelby, would you

take me home, please?

You see, Brainard, you've

already spoiled the party for her.

Now why don't you leave Betsy alone?

Ashton, if you don't stay out of this...

I will not have

you two fighting over me!

Why, Betsy! What

a perfectly darling costume!

Some kind of a peasant,

aren't you?

Good night, nuzzie.

Wait, Betsy... come on,

nuzzie. Back to the party.

Wait, Mary lee...

come on, darlin'.

[ swing music continues ]

[ Car engine starts ]

Normally, Im the last person in the world

to intrude upon a person's private life,

But when you love someone,

as I do...

Thank you for bringing me home,

Shelby. Simply because of a headstrong,

Impetuous marriage to a man not fit

to touch the hem of your skirt...

Betsy, I forgive you for

what you did to me, but...

oh, Shelby.

I didn't want to hurt you.

No, it's all right.

As the poet says, "the hurt

is not so deep as a well,

"Nor so wide

as a church door,

But 'tis enough;

'twill serve. "

I'm sorry, Shelby.

Good night.

I'll ring you first thing

in the morning!

[ whistling ]

Okay, Charlie.

Battle stations.

I need a guinea pig for this

experiment, and I know just the pig.

[ Flubber gas burbling ]

[ humming ]

[ whistling ]

[ thunder crashing ]

[ Thunder crashes ]

- Brainard!

- [ Tires screeching ]

[ Tires screech,

thunder crashes ]

[ Screaming ]

Aaah!

[ Moans ]

[ Thunder crashes,

tires screech ]

Oh, say, captain, we want to thank

you again for this new prowl car.

Don't worry, captain. This is one

car we're really gonna take care of.

[ Radiator hisses ]

[ Sobs ]

aww.

What is it?

I've got just the

faintest ghost of an idea.

[ Coughing, sputtering ]

I'm terribly sorry, professor. But did

our brand-New patrol car get in your way?

Officer!

It isn't my fault!

It's that fiend,

Brainard!

He's up there, somewhere!

Get him! Find him!

Do something!

[ Sputters ]

[ Laughing ]

though april showers

may come your way

they bring the flowers

la-Da-Da-Dee

[ Door opens ] good morning,

boys. You're up early this morning.

[ Man ] bright and early,

professor. [ Door closes ]

Mr. Hawk!

What are you doing here?

Spreading sunshine, bringing cheer

and good tidings to my fellow man.

Uh, may I take

the liberty, professor?

Now, as you can see, this is a map

of our fair community. What about it?

On thursday p. M. This week, a

peculiar thing happened in Medfield.

Plate glass in stores,

automobile windshields,

Bottles, clock faces, glass of

every kind and description...

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes