The Computer Wore Tennis Shoes Page #8

That's understandable.

Hey,

how 'bout Navajo Lake?

It's about 240 feet deep

in the center.

We weight the kid down,

throw him in.

He goes down and down

and down.

Nobody'd ever find him.

Nothin' the matter

with that.

I like it.

Maybe we could get some fishing

in afterwards, huh?

The season don't open

for a couple weeks yet.

Well, gamble.

We'll take a chance.

Well, whatever.

Good.

Then it's all settled.

First thing

in the morning,

kid takes a dip

in the lake, huh?

Beautiful. But let me get

a couple more winners.

Yeah, sure, calling the police

would be the easy way.

What about Dexter?

He ends up in jail

with the rest of 'em.

Yeah, but how are we gonna

get Dexter out of the house

without the help

of the police?

We gotta realize that

this could be dangerous.

Okay. So it's dangerous.

We owe it to Dexter.

And what's a couple of bullets

in the old gut anyway?

Yeah.

You aren't going.

You guys and Schuyler

gotta stick around here

for the "College Knowledge"

program tomorrow.

Us?!

Without Dexter?

[Groans] Ohh.

I've rather have a couple

of bullets in the old gut.

Listen,

what if we get hung up

and we don't get back

in time?

You guys gotta represent

the school.

Annie:

What's your idea, Pete?

[Sighs]

Okay. We gotta have

the run of the place

without anybody

catching on.

[Birds chirping]

[Whistling]

Somebody's coming!

[Metal bucket clangs,

whistling resumes]

Hey, where's the paint

for the trim?

Chillie, there's a whole bunch

of painters outside.

- Painters?

- Yeah.

Get him upstairs.

- Upstairs, kid.

- I hate painters.

- [Whistling]

- See? They're swarmin'

all over the place.

- Good morning.

- What are you people doing

out here? What is this?

- We're painting the house.

- I can see that!

What am I, blind?! But why?!

Well, this is the Hancock house,

isn't it?

- 22 Forest View Road?

- Yeah. Yeah, this is it.

Boy, you had me worried

there for a second.

Terrible thing if we were

painting the wrong house.

What is this?

That's an order.

No, it's all correct.

An order to paint

the house.

- An order, huh?

- Yeah.

Well, look, look,

w-why don't you people go away

and come back tomorrow, huh?

We can't do that.

We gotta do it today.

Man,

it says so right here.

Give me this! Angie,

nobody moves here, nobody.

Whatever.

Just hold up the work

here!

Hold it, kid!

Hol... hold it!

One second.

[Dialing telephone]

[Telephone rings]

Good morning.

Medfield Paint Company.

We cover the county.

Oh, they got there.

Fine. Fine.

You mean they really

are painters?

They look like a bunch

of punks to me.

Well, sir, they're part

of our youth program.

Don't worry, you'll find

they do excellent work.

[Click]

I guess it's okay.

They check out.

This could be murder!

Not if we don't panic.

Just keep on painting

the house

like we know

what we're doing,

and keep your eyes on those

windows and be ready, okay?

[Birds chirping]

You have any luck

up there?

Nothing yet.

That's where I thought

they'd be keeping him.

Yeah, well, some of

the shades are drawn.

He could be in one of those

rooms without us knowing it.

Yeah.

We'll watch real close.

Hey! Look out!

Beautiful.

Really beautiful.

Oh, come on, you guys!

Be careful, will ya?

You know, we've been here

almost an hour

and nobody's

seen anything of him.

Do you think

he's up there, Pete?

Yeah, he's in there.

I'll guarantee it.

He's in there somewhere,

man.

Just keep your eyes peeled,

okay?

The big guy's gone through

a couple times,

but so far, no Dexter.

Bradley!

Bradley, what...

Oh, Bradley!

You mean I was supposed

to paint the house orange

and the trim green?

That's exactly what I mean

to tell you, Bradley!

Gosh, Pete, I don't

know how I could make

a mistake like that.

- [Groans]

- Annie:
Pete!

Pete, those guys!

I just heard them talking,

and they're going to do

something to Dexter, I know it!

All right.

What'd they say, Annie?

Well, they said to get him

ready, and the longer they wait,

the more chance they have

of getting caught.

A-And then a couple of them

went upstairs.

Okay.

We gotta make our move.

Come on, let's go.

I don't understand

why you don't understand.

The police

understood perfectly.

Ohh. Oh, Quigley,

thank heavens you're here.

- Did you find Dexter?

- No luck. I'm sorry.

What... do you realize we might

be stuck with these things?

Oh, now, really, Dean,

we don't like this

any more than you do.

Oh, shut up.

I'm talking to him.

Don't we at least have

an alternate for Dexter?

[Chuckles] Well, yes.

We, uh, we have Peter Ocho.

Oh, thank heavens.

At least he's intelligent.

Only, uh, he's not there,

either.

Where is he? Where?

Well, uh,

as near as I can find out,

he's off painting a house

somewhere.

- Painting a house?!

- Good morning, Eugene.

I see we're all here early.

Well, it's the early bird

that catches the worm.

Don't you worm me,

you worm!

Eugene.

Now, what have you done

with that boy?!

You've done something

with him!

I'm gonna see you in jail

for this!

Dean Higgins, perhaps we'd

better go sit down.

I don't want to sit down.

Eugene, you mustn't get yourself

so excited.

After all, you have your health

to think about.

So you don't win the contest.

It's only money.

A car!

[Clank]

[Engine turns off]

[Car door closes]

[Clanking]

Oh, hi, boss.

What's with all those kids

out there?

- Oh, you mean

the painters?

- Painters?!

This place looks like

a Halloween joke!

Oh, no.

I called their shop, boss.

They're painters.

I tell ya, they're okay.

They'd better be.

They are. You'll see.

I checked.

[Dialing telephone]

[Telephone rings]

Sherwood Forest.

Robin Hood speaking.

This 247-8824?

Congratulations.

You win the prize.

How would you like

your sheep dog wrapped?

[Receiver hangs up]

So, they're okay?

You checked 'em out,

did ya?

They're not painters,

you numskull!

They're a bunch

of his school buddies!

- School buddies! I knew it!

I knew it all the time!

- Yeah, I'll bet!

[Rustling]

How are you gonna get him

outta here?

Oh, boss, I am way ahead

of you on that.

The boys are upstairs getting

him ready right now.

Oh, you pea brain.

Did you find him?

No. Didn't you guys?

- No.

- No.

I looked everywhere,

even in the closets.

Arno's guys...

what are they doing?

Well, they're back there

packing a trunk.

They must be getting ready

to leave or something.

I mean, they...

they wouldn't leave

without taking Dexter

along with them.

What kind of a trunk was it,

Bradley?

Um, about that long,

and about that high.

You know,

a regular trunk.

It was Dexter.

They're packing Dexter!

- Man:
Man, this kid's heavy!

- They're comin'!

Take it easy goin' around

the corner.

How come I always get

the heavy end?

Quit complainin',

will ya?

Oh!

[Dramatic music plays]

Ugh!

Here, here, here!

Well, break it down!

Yeah, yeah.

Bradley:
The door!

- Hey!

- Ohh!

Grab it! Grab it!

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