The Little Rascals Save the Day Page #2

No problem.

Hello?

Anybody here?

Hi! Yes, ma'am.

How may we help you?

Is there somebody else working here today

who's a little older?

Don't be fooled.

We're older than we look.

Why, I'm nearly nine.

And our combined ages equal over 45.

Mmm-hmm.

And if you count,

Petey, it's 103 in dog years.

So, what can me

and my staff do you for today?

I need a large

birthday cake by 5:00.

Don't worry. Our expert

bakers can have it ready for you in time.

What kind of cake do you want?

Red velvet.

You want a cake made out of velvet?

Yuck!

Yes, red velvet.

Okey-dokey.

It'll be ready by 5:00.

5:
00 sharp.

Okay. Thanks!

5:
00? But Grandma

won't be back in time.

That's why we're going

to make it ourselves.

But what do you know

about making cakes?

How hard can it be?

I've been eating 'em my whole life.

First off, a little vanilla.

And flour.

Don't forget the sugar.

More. More.

Just a little more.

Perfect.

Isn't this gonna be

a little too sweet?

No such thing as

too sweet when you're talking about cakes.

Don't forget the eggs.

Had to go out to the garage to find it,

but I got the oil.

Hey. As long as it says oil,

it'll do the trick.

- What's that?

- Yeast.

It's something my mom

always puts in cakes.

It makes the cake grow big.

Well, this woman wanted a big cake.

So let's put it all in.

Got the main ingredient.

Our red velvet cakes are made with

100% pure red velvet.

And how!

Mmm-mmm-mmm.

Mmm.

I sure could go for one of those

delicious-looking cupcakes.

But Spanky says we can't eat

the merchandise.

We're not gonna eat them,

we're just gonna test them out to make sure

they're still good.

Well, this one's good.

This one, too.

Better test the rest.

Good idea.

This is gonna be

some cake.

Yeah.

Well,

I've reviewed your paperwork, Mrs. Larson,

and I'm very sorry,

but you owe this bank $10,000,

and it is past due.

You must pay it back

or we will be forced to take away your bakery.

Oh. Would you like to

try one of my chocolate chip cookies?

Ooh.

No. No, I'm trying

to watch my calories.

Now, about the loan.

Well, I don't think

one would hurt.

I mean,

they're from my bakery,

and you would just be

doing due diligence.

I'm sorry about not

paying back the money,

but if you could

just give me a little bit more time.

Mmm...

Oh, my gosh.

That's the best chocolate chip cookie

I've ever had.

It's got just the right

crunchy to chewy ratio.

I'm glad you like them.

This isn't a cookie.

It's nirvana.

It's bliss.

It's a warm puppy.

It's sleeping late

on a summer morning,

or walking barefoot

on the beach at sunset.

If this cookie were a woman,

I would ask it to marry me.

You see?

With a cookie like this,

business is just

bound to pick up.

And I'm sure I could pay back the $10,000

in two months.

Would you like another one?

Yes. What? No.

Look, I'm sorry, Mrs. Larson,

but you've already had three extensions.

My hands are tied.

You simply must pay back the $10,000

by the end of the month.

But that's only

two weeks away.

Maybe it's time you retired.

Oh.

Yes, sell the bakery.

Do what makes you happy.

I'm happiest

when I'm baking.

Well...

Do you mind?

They're just so good.

Our work here is done.

What shall we

have for dessert?

Hmm? More!

I can't wait to see the expression

on Grandma's face

when she sees

how we made a cake on our own.

I don't like

the sound of that.

Me neither.

Is it supposed

to be doing that?

What was that?

Sounds like

a moose trying to sing.

Maybe it's Alfalfa.

Come on,

let's go check it out.

Take cover!

Kids?

I think we used

a teeny bit too much yeast!

You think?

What do we do?

Don't worry. I'll just

take some air out of it.

Uh-oh.

Kids?

Oh. Are you all right?

Oh, my goodness.

What happened?

Guess that means

the cake's ready.

What a mess you are.

It was a delicious mess.

Oh, good.

What's Waldo doing here?

Where?

Oh.

Oh, this is sweet.

Oh.

Mrs. Larson?

Ray Kaye, but my

friends call me Big Ray,

because I think big.

Well, what can I do

for you, Mr. Kaye?

No, no, no.

It's what can I do for you.

I understand that your property here,

its loan is coming due.

And I'm here to offer you

a business proposition.

And I'm consulting

on the deal.

He's so cute.

I'm gonna offer you $100,000 here and now

if you sell it to me.

$100,000!

That's a lot of money.

Now, that's a...

That's a lot of cute little people.

You wanna buy my bakery?

Yes, I do.

Why?

Progress.

Look, here is your

bakery right now.

And as you can see,

it's old, it's rundown,

it's desperately in need of a face-lift.

And here's my plan.

We're gonna tear it all down

and then in its place, this.

Say, what happened

to Grandma's bakery?

Yeah!

Who's that? It's you again.

Little short stack.

I'll tell you what happened.

Mixed-use development.

Retail stores, office space, luxury apartments.

All very modern.

A mall?

Oh, no, no, no.

Not a mall.

A Big Ray's Malltopia.

All glass and steel.

It's gonna kick this sleepy city

right in the 21st century.

What, you're just

gonna tear down my bakery?

No, no, no, no, no.

No, I wanna offer

you a very fair price,

then tear it down.

What about

the tree house, Dad?

No, don't worry about

the tree house, Waldo.

We'll uproot the tree

and tree house

and we'll have it moved

right into our backyard.

That's our tree house.

Yeah!

Not after

my daddy buys it.

Then it will be

my tree house.

Members only.

And none of you

will be members.

Isn't he cute?

I'm sorry, Mr. Kaye,

but I can't imagine closing this place. No.

See, my grandparents

started this business.

Oh, well, you can sell it to me, or lose it to

the bank in two weeks.

Unless, of course,

I don't know,

you got $10,000

lying around. No.

Look, you're gonna

get a much better deal

from me than you

will from the bank.

Well, I have two weeks

to raise the money.

Until then, I won't sell.

Well, I'm just trying

to be the good guy here.

All right.

Have it your way.

Two weeks. Bye-bye.

Grandma, you owe

the bank $10,000?

Yes.

I know.

When we win

the talent show, Grandma,

we'll just give

you the $10,000.

Oh.

Yeah.

That's first prize.

Did you hear

what we sounded like this afternoon?

We were terrible.

Speak for yourself.

She's right.

We'll never win

the talent show.

Sorry, Grandma.

That's okay, kids.

Please excuse me,

but I think I'm gonna clean up the kitchen

while I still have

a kitchen to clean.

What are we gonna do?

Not only will

Grandma lose her bakery,

but we're gonna lose our tree house

to Waldo.

Hold on.

I have a great idea

and I'm gonna give

it to you in one word.

Jobs.

Whoa, whoa, whoa...

Hey, guys.

Thank you!

Oh, come on!

Mr. Kaye!

Here they are, gentlemen.

Your new caddies.

Is this some kind of a joke?

I'm sorry,

but three of my caddies called in sick.

They're all

I've got right now.

Haven't I seen you

two guys somewhere before?

Where would you

have seen us before?

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