The Million Dollar Duck Page #7

Charlie!

[Jimmy] Charlie!

- [Woman] What are you doing?

- Charlie!

Stop it, come here.

[Brakes screech, crash]

I saw. The truck swerved

to miss the duck.

Hey! It's our old buddy, Jimmy.

[Man] What did you want?

Hit the duck?

- Come on.

- Don't let them get Charlie.

- Who's after him, man?

- Everybody. Even the government.

- The government...

- Come on, haul it.

- All right, cool it.

- Come on, Charlie. You're mine.

There they are.

The Wadlows have him.

Never mind that. Get up here

and move that car out of the way.

I said move it.

[Screaming]

- Watch out.

- Hey!

Wait a minute. They're always ready,

and boy do we need them.

[Fred] Get in.

Should we leave a note for somebody?

Get in, get in, get in!

Albert! Jump on.

Stop this thing.

He's gonna be killed up there.

- Try and lower him.

- How do you work this crazy thing?

Hey, Fred!

[Albert] Turn right at the next corner.

Hey, Fred. Watch it!

That was a red light.

[Orlo] Hey, look what they're

chasing us with.

I sure gotta hand it to your old man.

He's something else.

For crying out loud!

- Take it easy.

- Hang on, Albert.

Fred. Fred!

What are you trying to do, kill me?

Stop. We're gonna decaptivate him.

[Brakes screech]

What are you trying to pull now?

What do you think?

I'm waiting for a streetcar...

Go, Forbes, after him.

Here we go.

[Sirens wail]

Get around that fool truck

and we got them.

Come on, pass him, will you?

Your dad's cool,

but he sure is a show-off.

[Horn blaring]

Hold it. Hold it.

You got to have a ticket.

Swing back to that garage,

we got them now.

[Man] I didn't do it!

You can't make a U-turn here, stupid.

Who do you think you are?

[Everyone shouting]

Thank you. Move along, folks.

Break it up.

- Official government business.

- Government?

No wonder you got

everything all loused up.

The boys are in the parking garage.

Wait, you can't

bring this thing in here.

- My son is in here.

- I don't care who's in here.

[Attendant] Get this heap out of here.

Will you please take my money?

I'm in an awful hurry.

Will you get this out of here now!

Yeah.

Hey, over there.

- Come on.

- Come on.

[Arvin] Come on, move it!

[Arvin] Over you go, Jimmy.

[Orlo] Arvin, a ladder.

[Albert] Jimmy!

[Arvin] Okay, over you go.

- Be brave, pal. Attaboy.

- [Albert] Where are you?

- Easy does it.

- Easy, Jim. Come on.

[Arvin] Okay. There you go.

[Quacking]

[Jimmy] Help.

[Orlo] Hang on, we'll get you.

Just hang on.

- [Orlo] We'll find something.

- Jimmy.

Jimmy.

Don't move. Don't move, son.

- Jimmy.

- Go away, Daddy.

- Give me your hand.

- You just want Charlie, that's all.

Jimmy, put your hand in mine.

Just go away, Daddy.

- [Cracking]

- Daddy, help!

Help!

Oh, Jimmy.

Oh, my son.

- [Quacking]

- [Rutledge] Hooper.

Daddy, don't let them take Charlie.

Don't let 'em.

Sorry, son, there's nothing

I can do about that now.

- [Quacking]

- Charlie, Charlie, Charlie!

I'm sorry, sonny. I'm sorry.

We've got to put Charlie under

protective custody for his own good.

Let's go home.

I'll explain it all to you later.

- So long, gentlemen.

- No.

You're not going home,

you're coming along with us.

- You're under arrest.

- Arrest?

Suspicion of violation

of federal gold regulations.

- He didn't mean to.

- Sorry. Come on, Dooley.

Well, at least you're lucky, old boy.

Lucky?

My son disowned me, I've lost a fortune

and I've been arrested

by the federal government.

Right. But you've got a darn good

lawyer to handle your case.

Thanks, Fred.

[Sirens wail]

[Crowd shouting]

[Man] Where are the gold eggs?

[Man] Right on time, Charlie.

- [Man] What's that duck really worth?

- Will the duck testify?

Sorry, you can't get

into the trial. That's regulations.

We cover riot cases, rapes and spies,

but a rich duck? Oh, no.

Sorry, gentlemen.

[Lawyer] Mr. Hooper, did you actually

witness the duck lay a golden egg?

[Hooper] Yes, sir.

- Did you make it perform this feat?

- I did, indeed.

[Lawyer] Would you

demonstrate it for us?

I'd be happy to.

[Barking]

It's the wrong pitch, isn't it?

Your Honor,

he's not doing it right.

- Sit down.

- I'd like to get this out in the open.

If that duck can lay gold eggs,

then we should establish that.

If I've done anything wrong,

I'll accept the consequences.

- You're out of your mind.

- If we lose the duck, so be it.

It's just that now I know

that there are things...

...a darn sight

more valuable to me.

Excuse me.

One more time, Charlie.

[Barking]

[Ding]

There it is. There's the evidence.

Break that open and look inside of it.

You're gonna get it now.

Wait till it...

[crowd muttering]

It's run out. Finished.

[Judge bangs gavel] Case dismissed

because of lack of evidence.

But Your Honor, the defendant has

40,000 dollars in various banks.

[Judge] Well, good for him.

Since when are we against

the accumulation of a few dollars,

as a result of individual initiative?

This country was built on

enterprise and ingenuity.

Let's don't lose that.

Only bad thing is, he won't be able

to keep more of the money,

after he pays his income tax on it.

You know, for a worthless creature,

you sure have caused a lot of trouble.

- Here you are, Professor.

- Thank you, Your Honor.

But, you're wrong about this duck

being worthless, it has great value.

It was just that I was a little

confused about what that value was.

Really?

- Forever?

- Really forever, pal.

[Judge] One word of caution, son.

If it ever lays another gold egg...

...bury it. Quick.

[Crowd cheering, duck quacking]

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