Superbabies: Baby Geniuses 2 Page #2

Mr. Bill Biscane.

The chairman of Biscane

Satellite Systems.

Thank you so much.

Thank you.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

We are here to celebrate the future.

Not a future of flying cars

and spaceships.

The real future is in the hands

of one group. Our children.

I have a soft spot for

the gentle laughter of babies.

- What did he say?

- And so it is my greatest pleasure...

...to announce the launch

of the largest children's network...

...in television history.

It will be delivered...

...via the new Biscane Telespace

And we call this network

Kidz Everywhere.

We will take input from the children

themselves, making this the first...

...true interactive network

by kids for kids.

- It's him. It's Biscane.

- Sadly...

...Dan Bobbins

cannot be here with us.

We have, on behalf

of Bobbins' World...

...Dan Bobbins' half brother,

Stanley.

Mr. Bobbins?

- I'm his real brother.

- Doesn't matter.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

This has been a dream of mine

for quite a while now and...

It's coming together now. I can finally

see your plan in all its magnificence...

As I've told you

many times before...

...I will win,

even if it takes forever.

That's Captain Kane,

from Berlin.

Sweetie, what're you doing in here?

Looking out at all the exciting things?

You should get

with the other kids. Yeah.

Ladies and gentlemen,

if I may have your attention...

Oh, my gosh, guys.

Biscane. I think he's Kane!

Sometimes, Archie, I think all you

do is blurt out the first thing...

...that pops into your mind.

- I'm not a brain baby.

I'm a baby of action.

All right, maybe it's not him.

Anyway, Biscane, I don't like him.

What are we gonna do

about this Biscane?

- No fear, Finkie's here.

- Quentin Finkleman...

...you're just the guy I'm looking for.

- Okay then, what's our plan this time?

We're not supposed to be here.

I'm getting sick to my stomach.

Okay, Finkleman, you're

the computer geek. Now what?

- I prefer the term "computer artisan. "

- Whatever.

All right, all right.

Type in "Bill Biscane. "

Ignore the official sites

for Biscane Broadcasting...

...or anything like that.

There's usually some rogue ones.

You know, anti-corporate sites.

- What's wrong with you, Finkleman?

- I feel faint.

- You're always scared.

- Look!

See what it says up there?

Criminal!

Biscane. It says he's

a corporate criminal.

Are you crazy?

That's just website spam.

Red alert!

It's Biscane's flunkies!

- What do we do?

- Run!

- Come on, Fink.

- Wait, don't leave me!

Oh, no!

Come on.

This building wasn't up to code.

- Meaning?

- I couldn't possibly do it...

You have until tomorrow

to do what's necessary.

- That's impossible.

- People.

We won't have a problem

with building inspectors.

Mr. Biscane has paid

off thousands of petty bureaucrats...

...from here to New York.

What have I done?

- What was that?

- It's a baby.

And he overheard

everything we said.

What's he gonna do,

call the FBI?

Get him. He knows something.

- Tell us what you know.

- Oh, no.

Hey, pock face.

It's him! It's the Kahuna!

I knew he'd come!

- Pick on somebody half your size.

- I knew it.

Who the heck are you?

Your worst nightmare.

A small fry with a big attitude.

Have a seat.

You a gambling man?

Heads, I win. Tails, you lose.

Heads, I win. Tails, you lose.

That was fun. But we gotta run.

See you.

- Find that brat.

- That was Kahuna.

I knew he'd come.

That was Kahuna.

- I'm sorry that we panicked.

- I thought for sure you'd be a goner.

Yeah, I was until

the Kahuna saved me.

Archie, this is getting serious.

You believe me,

don't you, Rosita?

I believe Kahuna

was with you, in spirit.

You'd best have a talk

with your inner adult.

Inner adult.

- What about my computer?

- A new one will be here.

- We'll take care of everything.

- A wig.

That's gotta be Kahuna's disguise.

The kids will be out of the way when

your men are working tomorrow.

- Don't worry about that.

- Poor Archie.

Yeah. He's got serious

abandonment issues.

- We all have issues.

- Speak for yourself, brain boy.

I just mean that you quite

possibly have aggression issues...

...which may be tied

to a theme of mistrust...

...and, ultimately, fear of love.

- I don't have aggression issues.

Don't make me pound

on you to prove it.

Okay, Mrs. Tyson,

don't bite my ear off.

Brandon.

Brandon, thanks so much for

coming by. This is so cool of you.

I was pretty sure

I know why you called.

- So I got here right away.

- Okay, here it goes.

I know the guy usually asks...

It's cool. I was gonna

ask you anyway.

I mean, everyone knows

what a brainiac you are.

- Even the coach said so.

- Brainiac?

You know, I've gotta, like, make

a C-average to play football.

And I felt kind of weird asking

you to tutor me so...

...I'm glad you're asking me first.

- Tutor you. Right.

- You don't have any plans, right?

- No. No plans.

Cool.

Jerk. I hate jocks.

Three thousand dollars for books.

Uncle Stan, can I walk the kids

over to the children's museum?

No. Go ahead, Kylie.

They'll probably love it.

Kylie?

- Hey, you okay?

- I just need to get out for a while.

- Nothing short of a miracle.

- That's what Biscane's paying for.

Quit the jabbering,

give me the blooming disk.

- Thirty million dollars' worth.

- Try 60.

Look out.

You got them?

God, that was close.

Stupid girl!

Hope it's all right.

- What?

- Nothing. Nothing.

Oh, my God, it's gone.

Without that disk, we're sunk.

I could feel Kylie's heart shatter

into a million pieces.

- Poor Kylie.

- Man, if that were me...

...I would've popped him

in the kisser.

We have a problem.

Oh, no, I'm getting nauseous again.

- Go on, mister.

- Go on.

Go on. What do you want?

I don't know what's going on. We

gotta get out of here. Hold on, kids.

Fasten your seatbelts.

This might be a bumpy ride.

What do you want?

Leave us alone!

- What...

- The...

Heck?

It's the Kahuna.

Let's even the odds,

shall we, boys? Bottle up.

It's the Kahuna!

I told you he's real.

Oh, my God.

I love him!

It truly is the Kahuna.

- Who are you? What are you?

- No time for small talk.

- We gotta boogie, little lady.

- Boogie? Okay, but this is nuts.

Scan engine specs.

Mold ignition key.

- Okay, what is going on?

- Key ready.

All right. Let's go.

Warning:
Objects in mirror

are stupider than they appear.

Metal to the pedal.

Oops, forgot something.

No, I didn't.

See you.

Wouldn't wanna be you.

I will control the minds

of the children...

...through their own television sets.

A mind-control pulse will come

through Muggles the Frog.

Muggles doesn't look like a frog.

He looks like a zucchini.

This is irritating.

As irritating as a...

What is it, Crowe?

Good news, I hope?

The attempt to recover the disk...

It was unsuccessful.

This is not good news.

Where is the girl now?

- She escaped.

- Escaped?

- You're not going to believe this.

- Try me.

My men report that

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