The Strongest Man in the World Page #6

600 decagrams, thymine. 700 centigrams, calcium pentethemate. 900 milligrams, niacin. Not so fast! 450 centigrams, pyridoxine. 500 milligrams, pyridexamine. (MUMBLING) What did he say? What did he say? That must be all. There's got to be more than that. We shall see. Another needle, please. For the life of me I cannot understand

what has happened to that boy. Frankly, Dean Higgins,

I find it all very mystifying. - (PHONE RINGING)

- That could be him now. I hope so. Dean Higgins here. Harriet Crumply here. Oh, ha... Aunt Harriet. Uh, how are you? Absolutely miserable. What seems to be

bothering you, aunt Harriet? I don't know.

Maybe it's just woman's intuition, but I have the strangest feeling. - I can't pin it down.

- (COUGHS) Dean Higgins, is everything

going along all right? (COUGHS)

Everything is wonderful here. It's fine. I mean, uh,

wouldn't I have called you if it weren't? Oh, good.

I'm glad to have your reassurances. You know,

everything I have is tied up in this. If we were to lose,

I don't know what I'd do. No. Uh, well, frankly,

my future wouldn't look too bright either. HARRIET: Well, good. I'm glad there's nothing

to worry about then. Good night, Dean Higgins. Good night, Aunt Harriet. FONG: Is there anything else, my son? And one piece of pizza. Must admit, very unusual

ingredients for medical formula. However, ways of western

people I not quite understand. Sounds crazy to me too. Well, what else

can you expect from this dopey kid? He's come up with a formula that's

just screwy enough to work. Come on. Let's get this over to Harry. That Krinkle cereal guy is waitin' for it. Now, wait a second, boss.

We gotta take care of the kid here. He can identify us. Young man will be unable

to identify anyone. He will remember

only what I tell him to remember, will do only what I tell him to do. Good. I trust you, Fong. See that he gets home

as soon as possible, and make sure he doesn't

remember anything. Just give Cookie

and me a minute to get out of here. My son, you will awake when I clap my hands. When you do,

you will remember nothing. You will not remember

where you have been, nor what has happened to you. All you will know

is that your little dog is home, and he is looking for you. He needs you. You must hurry to him. He is lonesome. You must get home as fast as you can. Take the first means

of transportation you see. (CROWD CHEERING) Thank you.

Thank you, gentlemen. Thank you. I'll be very happy

to come down again any time at all, but... (LAUGHS) Right now

I'm afraid it's getting a little late. I've got to be along back to my office. There are many

pressing duties awaiting for me there. So, just at the moment

I'll say good night all, or... Ah! Better than that, er, uh, "saranola." - (CHUCKLING)

- Is that Chinese? What? No. Forget it. How about just one more picture, chief? With the official committee,

and your men, of course. Why not? All right, men. Over here. Chop-chop. Picture time. Eccles. Winwood. All right, Melzer. Oh! Hoppins, Hoppins. I think I left my gloves inside,

on the table of the restaurant. Would you be kind

enough to get them for me, huh? There we are. Ah, now, huh? Any friend of the friendly

sons of St. Pat... Confucius. Uh, right? Here we go, gentlemen. - Hmm? There we are, now.

- Excuse me. I have to go home to my dog.

He's waiting for me. Sonny, will you get out of here?

Can't you... (CHUCKLES)

His dog. His dog is waiting for him. - Huh? You know, man's best friend?

- (ALL LAUGHING) Very loyal. Fine, son.

You go right ahead. Go right along. A fine, upstanding boy. All right, here we go now. All set? Okay. Everybody say, "chow mein." ALL: Chow mein. FONG'S VOICE:

You must get home as fast as you can. Take the first means

of transportation you see. (ENGINE STARTS) (TIRES SQUEALING) - (TIRES SQUEALING)

- (SIREN BLARING) That crazy kid took my car! Mount up. After him. Everybody! Mount up and get that crazy kid! Get on the radio.

Emergency. Call headquarters. I want an APB sent out on that kid. All right, Winwood,

burn rubber to headquarters. Huh? Oh, hold it just a second. Fine example of young America. Confucius say, "joy gin." Oh! Ah! Ah! Wait! (YELLING) Chief, your gloves! Forget the gloves, you idiot! Shoot me down! Chief? It's been almost five hours.

I know Schuyler real well. He's just not the type

of guy that would go wandering off for that length of time

without at least phoning somebody. Officer, you're not listening to me. Maybe you'll listen to me. What?

Well, of course this is Dean Higgins. Wants to know if it...

Who else would it be? But Dean Higgins,

a boy out looking for his... You should have sent

someone out here by now. (SIREN APPROACHING) Well, I know he's on his way,

but so is Christmas. Wait a minute.

I think I hear someone now. Could he have picked up

a friend on the way? Sounds like he's picked up a couple of... Listen, I better get some satisfaction.

I've waited long enough. Ridiculous. I hate to tear

down the police department, boys, but we have a young fella kidnapped. They could at least

send one person out here. But it's the same old story. There is

never a cop around when you need one. (SIRENS BLARING) Brutus? Brutus? Brutus. - Brutus?

- On the ground! (BARKING) Hi, Brutus. I'm sorry about the bail money. Oh, sorry.

Sorry doesn't feed the bulldog. And you're paying me

that money back. One hundred dollars! Can you imagine, Quigley, paying $100

for some shenanigans like... What I don't understand, Schuyler, is what you were doing

in a Chinese restaurant. I don't understand either.

I don't remember anything. Didn't happen to

talk to anyone, did you? I don't think so. - He doesn't think so.

- QUIGLEY:
Well, think hard. You didn't happen to talk to anyone

about anything important, did you? - Important?

- He means about the formula. Oh, of course not.

Don't worry about the formula. I got that all locked away up here. ALL: Up with Krinkle!

Down with Crumply! Up with Krinkle! Down with Crumply! Up with Krinkle! Down with Crumply! All right, all right. Cereal history is about to be made. Gentlemen, it works. I feel the blood

rushing through my veins. It makes me feel

so young, so strong, so, so, uh... - Vibrant?

- You got it, Becker. That's it. Vibrant! Ah! Feel that! Feel it! Feel it!

Don't hold back! Feel it! - Feel it!

- (MEN CHATTERING) Enough! You'll wrinkle the suit. And now, what to do? Sir, with your strength, if I were you,

I'd do just whatever I wanted. Aha! Good thinking, Mertons. I know exactly what I want to do, what I've wanted to do for years. Great-grandfather Krinkle,

I'm so sick of you sitting there, looking down at me,

watching everything I do. Not that! Not our founder! Oh, yeah. I guess you're right. Excuse me, great-grandfather.

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