Captions by the National Captioning Institute, Inc. www.able.co.nz Captions were made with the support of NZ On Air. Able 2018 (Clapping) (Objects clatter) (Balloon inflates) (Balloon deflates) (Footsteps) (Barking) (Wood creaks) (Gears click) (Thud) (Thud) (Thud) (Footsteps) (Clapping) (Thud) (Plop) (Thud) (Crash) (Dog barking) (inaudible) (Yawns) Mmm. (Crash) (Metal clanking) (Claps) - Mornin', folks. How you doin'? - BOTH: Morning, Ozzie. (Beeping) I hear he's some kind of inventor. (Whimpers) (Machinery whirring) Nick, breakfast. (Playing air guitar along with rock music) - DIANE: Nick. - I'm comin'. (Stops music) # Your hands are getting bigger now # Your arms and legs are longer now # You even sense your insides grow # When Mom and Dad... # - DIANE: Wayne. - Yeah, honey? - Where's the baby? - He's in the playpen. He gets out of the playpen. No. I fixed it. DIANE: Sweetheart, I hate to remind you, but the last time you fixed the playpen, he still got out of it. Well, he won't get out this time. Hiya. Will you, big buddy, huh? I'm certainly capable of fixing a playpen, aren't I? You're just a little baby, after all. - New hat? - It's my helmet. - New one? - Yeah, it's a new one. See? It shaves me. See that? There. Amy, it's decided. I'm going with you ` period. Mom, in the first place, I'm not the first girl who has ever gone away to college. - And in the second place, we're` - Mom. - Excuse me. DIANE: Amy, I'm gonna help you get settled in. That's it. - Wanna hear a noise? - Yeah, yeah, I want to hear a noise. - This one? - Yeah. - This one. - OK. (Horn beeps, maracas chatter) (Cow bell rattles, slide whistle blows) - Hear it? - Yeah, I heard it. - More? Sure. Mom, let's say you were a girl. I think I can visualize it. Would you think I was a nerd? Just by lookin' at me, I mean. AMY: It's a rhetorical question, Mom. It doesn't require an answer. Am I any girl in particular? No. Just a girl I might, I don't know... ask to go to the movies or something. Nicky... you are turning into a very handsome young man. You're gonna be just like your dad. Honey, can you help me adjust this servo-regulator? (Servo-regulator whirring) (Whirring stops) Now, if you and Nicky want to get out by yourselves while I'm gone, the baby-sitter's number's in the kitchen. - What's with him? - I think there's a girl. Nick? Our Nick? You know, he's growing up, in case you haven't noticed. (Splang) (Strums) Uh-oh. - Aah! - I'll fix it. - I'll fix you, you little punk! Nick, stop. Adam, no. Sorry, Mama. Yes, I should hope so. Come on. Oh, man. You're gettin' to be a big boy. How do you keep getting out of there, anyway? I think maybe we should forget about the playpen idea. I said I can fix it. I'm not stupid. I never said you were stupid. (Car horn honks) Taxi's here. So, what's for breakfast? Anything good? Mmm. Mmm. Fantastic. This taxi's gonna take Mommy to the airport, and then Mommy's gonna show Amy her new room at school. Hopefully, they'll tire him out at day care, so when I get home, he'll take a late nap. No, I'm not! Honey, we don't say the "n" word around 2-year-olds. NICK: Adam. Coloured car. OK, now, Adam's lunch is in the freezer, and I put the baby-sitter's number on the refrigerator. Is there something I'm forgetting? I'm sure I'm forgetting something. Diane, Diane, relax. Don't you think I can handle things around here? Of course you can, honey. - Ooh. - AMY: Break it up, guys. Don't worry, Dad. She'll get there and realize there's nothing to do, turn around, and come right back. Bye. - Bye, Nick. - DIANE: Come on, Amy. We gotta get goin'. (Car engine starts) Oh, don't forget to drop Nick and Adam off on your way to work. Gosh, the time. I gotta get you to work. I got a big test today. - Bye. - Bye-bye, mama. (Machinery revving) WAYNE: Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. You can do it. Yeah. (Machinery turns off) MAN ON PA: Szalinski test number 1-2-7-7, crystal group 5. Shouldn't we wait for Szalinski? Maybe this will teach him to be here on time. Szalinski isn't running the show; I am. This better work this time, so concentrate. MAN ON PA: 9, 8, 7... 6, 5, 4... 3, 2, 1... zero. (Electricity crackles) (Machinery turns off) Here. (Splash) MAN: Ahem. Ahem. Sorry, everybody. There was a large cumulonimbus cloud blocking the sun, and I lost power. And my son got a job for the summer at Wet 'n' Wild. I had to drop him off. What's that stuff on your face? (Scientists chatter) Oh, excuse me. Dr Hendrickson? I'm sick and tired of this! Now, we have had some success replicating Szalinski's experiments shrinking matter, but reversing the process, enlarging matter, has seen us run up one blind alley after another. Clifford Sterling demands results. His board of directors demands results. The United States government demands results, and as project director` Excuse me, Dr Hendrickson. I beg your pardon, Wayne. As project co-director, I intend to deliver results. I-I've been doing some work on my own on the problem, sir, - and I think you'll find if you look at these calculations` - Wayne, Wayne, Wayne. When you licensed your device to the Sterling labs, you were promised the finest minds in the country would be working on it, and they are. - I know that, sir. - Good. But I think if you'll look at these notes, you'll find that although... (People chattering) - Mandy? - Yeah, Rick? - Nick. - Nick. (Car horn honks) BOY: Hey, Nick, your dad's here in his spaceship. SECOND BOY: The glee mobile. Hey, Nicky! Want a ride? BOY: Hey, look at that. - Oh, man. - BOY: Have a nice flight. GLOOMILY: Thanks a lot, Dad (!) For what? Nothing. Dad, were you ever popular in school? You bet. I was president of the astronomy club two years in a row. We were happenin' guys. So, Mom tells me that there's a girl? What? No. No. I-I was just wonderin'. (Rock music playing) WAYNE: How was your flight? Uh-huh. No. Fine. No. We just got home. We're fixing dinner now. What noise? It was just a bad connection, that's all. The baby? Why, he's fine. He's in the playpen. No. I fixed it. He can't get out. (Music playing) - Ice cream. - How's Amy's dorm? Uh-huh. - Yeah. - (Quark whimpers) Hey! Stop it. WAYNE: Oh, nothin'. Just the dog. Uh-huh. No, everything's fine. Boy, you worry too much. (Adam laughs) What? The chicken? Well, the chicken you left us really looks fine, honey. (Blows) So, I was thinkin' ` with Mom and Amy out of town that this would give us guys a chance to talk about the, you know, birds and the bees. (Sighs) (Door slams) (Machinery whirs) You know what I was thinkin', Big Bunny? "What?" I was thinkin' we gotta be real nice to our brother Nick. You know why? "No, why?" Well, because he moved away to a new place now, and he's gotta make all new friends, just like me and you. - Yeah? - Yeah. - Shall we sing a song now? - Yeah. - Which song should we sing? - ABC. - How about Twinkle, Twinkle? - ABC. - ABC? Yeah. - # Twinkle, twinkle` # - ABC. Let's sing Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star. - ABCs. - ABCs? - Yeah. - OK. First ABCs. # A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P. # Now Twinkle, Twinkle. OK? OK. BOTH: # Twinkle, twinkle # little star # How I wonder # what you are. # MAN: It'll be a hell of a thing for you, Charles, if it works. HENDRICKSON: It'll work. I'll make it work. Over the years, I've seen Clifford Sterling attach himself to one crazy idea after another. I have to tell you, the board of directors is very worried. (Phone rings) If you'll pardon me a moment. Hendrickson. Hello? (Pop) - What was that? - It was a balloon popping, Dr Hendrickson. I got the idea while singing my kid to sleep. You see, if you hit a balloon with too much force, you don't allow the molecules time to expand, and the balloon pops. - Problem? - WHISPERS: Szalinski. Oh, him. (Snickers) Why Clifford insists on keeping him involved is absolutely beyond me. If I were running this project by myself right now, we'd be neck-deep in apples the size of Buicks. There are those of us on the board who would agree with you. (Wayne chattering) Clifford Sterling just may have outlived his usefulness to the corporation, to his stockholders. I should think his successor would be a foregone conclusion. Especially if you were the one to actually make this thing work. WAYNE: Thereby allowing the molecules time to expand without tearing the atomic fabric. Hello? Szalin` Szalinski. Why don't you write up this balloon research of yours? I can do the math and have it on your desk tomorrow. No. That's not necessary. All right. Have a good weekend, Szalinski. (Dial tone) "Have a good weekend, Szalinski"? (Dialling) (Line ringing) - WOMAN: Hello? - Hi. May I please speak to Mandy? - Sure. Mandy? Phone. - MANDY: Hello? Hi. Mandy? (Click) (Babbles) I'll fix it. - Daddy! - Hey, what are you doin' up, little guy? Hey, Nick. Want to do somethin' with me tomorrow? Yeah, sure. OK. Come on, fella. One more story. Then tomorrow, you want to come with me and Nicky down to the lab, and we'll play? ADAM LAUGHING: uh-huh. * OK, guys. - See, Adam? This is where Daddy works. Want me to take him? - Yeah. - We gotta be a little bit discreet about this. - Huh? - Mr Szalinski. - Hi, Smitty. - Hello. You workin' today? - Uh, just gonna tidy up a little bit. - NICK: Wow. - ADAM: Wow. - NICK: This is some lab. - ADAM: Some lab. WAYNE: Way better than what we had in the attic, huh? - NICK: Way better. - ADAM: Way better. Yes. Would you connect me with Dr Hendrickson, please? Call up a command directory labelled 'primary laser drive' and tell me what it says under intensity. (Beeps) (Machine beeps) It says, "access denied." Access denied? WAYNE: I'm tryin' to figure out some way how to lower the intensity of the laser. Hey, Dad. We could diffuse it maybe. That's a good idea. (Breaks bottle) WAYNE: Now we'll set final target. Target what, Dad? - Hey, can I borrow this, pal? - No. Come on. Let me see if I can make Big Bunny a really big bunny, huh? Yes, sir. I thought it was unusual, him being in here on a Saturday. No. You did the right thing letting me know. Thank you. Well, that's it for me. Hey, you're gonna have to wear some glasses. There you go. (Beeping) (Beep) COMPUTER ON PA: 30 seconds. 25 seconds. 20 seconds. 19, 18... 17, 16... 15, 14... 13, 12... 11, 10... 9, 8... 7, 6, 5... Dad! Power surge! COMPUTER ON PA: 3, 2, 1. WAYNE: Quick! The abort switches! Zero. (Power surges) (Giggles) (Electricity sputters) WAYNE: "Unable to abort!" (Machines humming) (Alarm ringing) Joe, what's happening up here? (Equipment whining, winding down) Uh, Mr Szalinski, uh, your security clearance denies you access to the equipment without Dr Hendrickson's permission. You are aware of that, right? Yeah, Smitty. Uh, Mr Szalinski... I'm sorry I had to, uh... uh... (Chuckles) That baby of yours sure is startin' to get big. See you, Smitty. (Jingling) I'm big! Big, big, big! Dad, how come you gotta ask somebody's permission to work on your own invention? Well, Nick, Dad's a member of a team now, and I'm workin' with some real talented people. But, Dad, it's your invention. They didn't have the idea. You did. (Nick sighs) (Joggers chuckle) (Van mechanisms shut down) OK, bud. Looks like Daddy needs to spend a little quality time with Nick, OK? So I'm gonna get you a baby-sitter. You're gonna have yourself a good time. - Nick. - (Grunts) - (Grunts) - (Adam giggles) You puttin' on a little bit of weight? (Clicks) (Grunts) - Ahh! - (Giggling) Adam big! Hmm. You know what ` Daddy's gonna make you a nice quick lunch. Maybe kind of a low-cal thing. What do you think, huh? It's gonna be good. OK, you know what? (Wayne continues indistinctly) (Scratching) A baby-sitter, a baby-sitter. (Dial tone) 555-5654. (Line ringing) OK, so... (Mutters) Whoa. Look at that, huh? (Phone rings) - Yeah? - Hi. Is this Mandy Park? - Yeah. Uh, hi. This is Wayne Szalinski. Can you come over about 3.30 for us? Uh, 3.30? Sounds OK, Mr Schlitzminski. - Uh, Szalinski, dear. - Szalinski, right. That's what I said. I, like, charge 2.50 an hour, unless, of course, I actually have to do anything like change diapers or clean up or something, in which case the price goes up. Oh, no, all you have to do is just` just watch him, really. OK. See you at 3:30. OK. (Beeps) (Dial tone) (Sighs) OK. (Rattling) OK. Are these Quark's or yours? (Sniffs) - You just stay here, OK? - (Whimpers) - She sounded great on the phone. - I wanna go restaurant. You want to go to a restaurant? But I just made this stuff. It's gonna be good. I want` I go` eating restaurant. Well, um, I'll be the waiter. OK? And, uh, let me take your order. - What would you like? - (Mumbles) Duck? - Duck. The duck` The duck is not very good tonight. Uh, can I recommend the special? - Yeah. - OK, fine. We have soup du jour. We have hamburger. We have French fries today. Would you like 'em? - OK. - All right. I'll be right back. (Microwave crackling) Ehhh. (Dish, utensil drop) (Mumbles) Hey, Nick. (Music plays) Want to go to a movie? Just the two of us. Yeah, there's a movie at the Desert 6 I wanted to see. Great. Come on. It'll take our minds off everything. I'll check show times. OK, and then, maybe afterwards, we can get a bite to eat or somethin'. (Buzzing) Big, Big Bunny. (Adam giggling) (Ding) (Whooshing) (Ruff) What's that? (Quark's feet patter) (Whimpers) What's gotten into him? WAYNE AND NICK: Aaah! Dad! How? - When you were in the lab this morning, were you watching Adam? - He was off to the side. But at the moment of discharge, where was he? Just before I know he was off to the side. Wasn't he? Somehow... I don't think so. (Thudding) Boo. (Thudding) Don't worry, Adam. Daddy's gonna make everything OK. (Sighs) OK. We gotta get him back to the lab, analyze the data, and reverse the process. - One thing, Dad. - What? You think the security guard might get suspicious, us walkin' in with a 7-foot baby? Uh-oh. Good point. (Tyres squeal) (Honk, honk) (Tyres screech) This'll cover your head and your hair. Here, Adam, put this on. There. He looks... like a badly-dressed beekeeper. All right. OK. Just act natural. Come on, bud. That-a-boy. Smitty, smitty. What? I forgot the` the keys, uh, to my van, and I couldn't` I couldn't start the van. It's in the lab. It's in the lab, but I'm not gonna use anything in there because of my security access` access thing which you mentioned earlier. So I'm just gonna get the keys in the lab now. (Adam mumbling) Come on. Down. HENDRICKSON: Szalinski. WAYNE: Go back up. Get up. Just stopped by to do some, uh, computations in the... - (Adam baby-mumbling) - ...in the database. The database has been erased. Our entire experiment ` gone. - NICK: Get back. - Erased? - All 38 gigabytes. That can't be! Sure it can, if the main controller was trying to compensate laser intensity for this, which you jammed into the filter pack, you idiot, causing a power surge through the entire main drive system. - (Adam baby-talking) - Who was that? - Who? - The guy in the hat. Uh, a ba` a friend of mine. Well, what language was he speaking? - Yugoslavian. - You let a foreigner into the lab? He's not a foreigner; he's my wife's Uncle Yanosh from Yugoslavia. He's family. And he just wanted to see the lab, and I brought him here. The man's a genius. Did you see the size of his head? 225, the IQ on that man. An extended brain pan. - HENDRICKSON: Extended brain pan? - ADAM: Bafroom. Did he say "bafroom"? Bafoon. Bafoon. Yugoslavian. It's a term of, uh, of appreciation. "Bafoon, thank you for bringing me down here on a Saturday to the lab to look around." That's all. How long before we can restore the system from the backups? Well, that doesn't concern you. You're off the project. You don't have the authority to make that decision. Well, maybe I don't. So why don't you call up Clifford Sterling personally and plead your case? However, after this morning's little escapade and the time and the money it'll cost Sterling labs, I don't think the old man will have a great deal of sympathy. So I hope you'll spare yourself the embarrassment of having to be escorted to the gate. Start working data restoration backwards from 8.56 this morning, the exact time of the system crash. I want to know what he was up to. * (Snaps) Why didn't you tell him, Dad? I mean, at least then they'd know that you were able to make it work when nobody else could. Look, Nick, remember when we made you kids promise never, ever to tell anyone you were accidentally shrunk - and lost for 2 days? - Yeah. That's because we didn't want you guys to become specimens, to undergo countless tests, to go through endless observations and who knows what else? What about Adam? - What are we gonna do? - (Hums, mutters) I don't know. What I do know is, we gotta figure out some way to fix this before your mother gets home. Hi, guys! I'm home! Where'd this come from? (Tyres squeal) (Honks) (Tyres screech) (Squealing) What do we do? - I don't know! - Ahh. We can drive to Mexico, Dad, and hide out! Come back when he's bigger` I mean older. Maybe she wouldn't notice then. - No. - (Adam gurgles) Honesty's the best policy, Nick. I'll just... explain. Sure. It's not the first time something like this has happened... to our family. (Sighs) Just tell the truth. And beg for mercy. Toy car. (Clatters) (Screech) - What was that all about? - Um, I had a little trouble with the van. I-I thought I put it in, uh, in park, and it went into reverse cos the "P" and the "R" look... You're back early. - Come on. - Yeah. I took a cab from the airport. You know, it really was silly. Amy didn't need me at all. Who's the man in the loud sport coat? No. No, those are Nick's. Well, Diane, that's what I want to talk to you about. Now... - NICK: Sit down. - ADAM: Mama. Sit down! You know how sometimes the` the things that I invent don't always work the way they're supposed to? Sweetheart, you can tell me. How bad can it be? After all, it's not like you did something to one of the kids... again. - (Nervous chuckle) - Wayne? - Where is Adam? - Well, uh... Who is that man in the van? And where did this bunny come from? - All right, I confess. I did it! - Did what? Peekaboo! (Knocking) I blew up the baby. (Thud) ADAM: Mama fall down. Mama. - How'd she take it? - About like usual. Mama sleeping? DROWSILY: I'll kill Wayne. You don't want to kill Wayne. No, I want to kill Wayne. - What's he doing? - He's playing with his toys. Well, make him stop! (Adam hums, toys break) Make him stop. Why didn't I think of that (?) (Glass breaks) - Adam. - (Hums) Adam. Stop fooling around! Catch. - Adam. - (Mumbles indistinctly) Let's go for a walk, Adam. - Big ball, Nick. - NICK: Don't throw things at Nick! Catch it. (Glass shatters) - This is your last warning! - (Squeals and laughs) OK, I'll give you one more warning. (Objects breaking) (Gasps) Aaah! Honey, shh, shh. It's not as bad as it seems. It almost couldn't be, could it?! Unhh! Well, I finally got him in his room. (Gasping) Tell him he has to stay inside and close the door! I did close the door. (Wood breaks, footsteps) He just opened his door. (Footsteps thudding) NICK: And he decided to share it with us. Break up. DIANE: Oh, baby. Adam, put the door down, sweetheart. Why don't you give the door to Daddy, Adam? Give Daddy the door, Adam. I fix it. I fix it. Wait till the Vista del Mar standards committee sees this. (Shutter clicks) Maybe we shouldn't bother with it. It's just a mail box. Little things have a way of becoming very big things, Patty. Let go of the door, Adam. - My door. - Stop before someone gets hurt! - Let go. - Ooh! (Pants, giggles) (Crash) (Clattering) I fix it! DIANE: Don't fix it, Adam. Just put down Mommy's coffee table. - Be careful. - Slow down, Adam. - WAYNE: Ad-Ad-Adam. - Gentle. - Not my antique chair! (Objects crashing) They remodelling in there? DIANE: Come back here. Come back here! - (Giggles) - WAYNE: Adam! Adam! (Adam coos) WAYNE: Adam, sit down, now. - DIANE: He's on this side! - He's yours. Whoa! Oh, Adam! This is not a game! - What do we do if we catch him? - WAYNE: Adam, hang on! - (Pants) OK. OK. - (Adam laughs) You guys go that way; I'll go this way. - (Giggles) - Whoa! (Pants) Hi, little guy. - (Giggles) - Adam! Put Daddy down! Adam! Put Daddy down! (Thud) (Whines) - (Giggles) Guitar. - NICK: Not my room! - (Adam laughs) - Adam! Put down my guitar! Put it down! - (Giggles) - Give it back! - WAYNE: All right, now that's enough, fellas. Stop. - DIANE: Adam, sweetheart... He's got my guitar! Nicky, he's just a baby! - He's not a baby. He's a monster! - (Adam laughs) - NICK: He's gonna break my guitar! - (Laughs) - Come back here. Come back, Adam! - Give me back my guitar! - Give it back, you little brat! - (Adam laughs) Other way! - DIANE: Guitar all gone! - Got it! Here, hide it. (Clicking and beeping) Targeted something. It's gonna take a lot more enhancing to figure out what. I can do it. What do you suppose this is here? - Condensation on the lens? - No, no, it's much too solid. - How can you be sure? - I'm sure. It's not amorphous. It's mass. I can see. DIANE: Play in here with Daddy. (Crashing) Play what? Play anything! - This should distract him. - Great! # That's what it's all about # You put your right foot in # You put your right foot out # You put your right foot in # And you shake it all about # You do the hokey-pokey, and you turn yourself around... DIANE: dance, Adam. # You do the hokey-pokey... Isn't this fun, Wayne? # That's what it's all about WAYNE: Clap your hands. Clap your hands. - Left foot in - (Thump) - Good boy, Adam. Oh! What was that? # You put your left foot in, and you shake... Why are you closing the shutters? So one of the neighbours doesn't look in and see a 7-foot baby and call the National Enquirer. (Doorbell rings) - ADAM: Doorbell. - Who's that? One of the neighbours. So far your plan's working perfectly (!) (Music playing) Hi! - Hello. - Hello. We heard shouting and a lot of noise, so we were just wondering if everything was all right. Oh, yes. Everything's fine. We were just entertaining. Uncle Yanosh. Uncle Yadersh. # You put your... (Bumping, clattering) WAYNE: Not too hard. You're denting the floor! - Bye. - Dad, help me! He's got me! He's breaking my ribs. Ohh! Don't do that, Adam! (Typing, beeping) TECHNICIAN: My God. It appears to have three eyes. A new life form of some sort? Try scaling up the window. (Typing, beeping) - This could be big. - This could be very big. Well, I think we did a great job with these. This should really distract him. Well, he likes noise. Here you go, honey. (Rattles) Yeah. You know what, Nicky? I don't care what you say. It's still a playpen, and a playpen's a playpen to Adam. Yeah, but, you have to admit, Mom, not too many guys could come up with something like this in half an hour. (Cuckoo clock chiming) Cuckoo! No, no, Adam, sweetheart. No, no, no. Stay away from that, sweetheart. Adam, please, please don't touch that. No, don't touch Mommy's cuckoo... NICK: Come away from there, Adam. Come over here and play with Nicky. Play with Nicky, Adam. (Clanks) When you get a minute, you might take a look at this. Wayne? - Well, some of the numbers indicate that on an atomic` - Please, honey. The truth, OK? The truth, Diane, is that without the access to the data at the plant, I don't know that there's anything I can do. I know what's happening, but I don't know why. - I'm sorry, honey. - Hey, Mom, look. I finally found a way to keep him quiet. There were 12 ice-cream bars in there! (Adam belches) Well, he's ruined his dinner. Not necessarily, Mom. At his body weight, he should be able to metabolize... Maybe I should just shut up about it. OK, boys, we're going out. Diane, what are you doin'? I'm taking him to the lab. - Maybe there's somebody there who... - Who knows what they're doin'? DIANE: (Sighs) I didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry, but... all I care about right now is getting my baby to shrink back to normal size. Come on, Nicky. Help me get him out to the van. Shrink... Diane, wait! I got an idea! My original machine is in the lab security warehouse! - Yes! - (Barks) This'll have to be a covert operation. Diane, you come with me. Nick, you stay here with... the baby. Oh, no. We are not leaving them here alone. Diane, you can't take him to the lab. There's no telling what Hendrickson'll do if he gets his hands on him. Look at him. He's exhausted. He can take a nap while we're gone. No nap! Look who I got! Really Big Bunny! Hi, Adam. CARTOON VOICE: Hello, Adam. You're real tired, aren't you, Adam? CARTOON VOICE: Yeah, he looks real tired to me. Should we sing the song? # Twinkle, twinkle # Little star # How I wonder what you are # Up above the world so high TOGETHER: # Like a diamond in the sky # Twinkle, twinkle # Little star # How I` # - (Grunts) - Mine! - Let go! - Gimme! Adam Szalinski, you let go of that bunny right now! Put Daddy down, Adam! It's not nice to hurt Daddy. ADAM: Sorry, Mama. OK, I'm bringing up the structural overlay. (Beeping) TECHNICIAN: Dr Hendrickson, we can make out hair, bone, and metal, all sort of intertwined. I think you should take a look at this. Yes, sir. - He's on his way. - We'll show him the keratin analysis first. - Structural overlay first. - It's not clear enough. - I think it is. - Why don't we see what he thinks? (Beeping) WHISPERING: Don't worry. We'll be back in an hour. - Come on. - Bye-bye. (Door opens) (Object clatters) This is our latest image, superimposing structural and keratin analysis. - And as you can see, there appears to` - All right. Move over. (Beeping) HENDRICKSON: It's a baby and a stuffed bunny. (Exhales) Szalinski. I'm gonna pay him a little... visit. Back to work. I knew it was a baby. I just wasn't sure it was a bunny. * (Beeps) (Rattles) (Van mechanisms hum) It'll just take a second. They stored all my stuff in one large crate. It should be easy to spot. Uh, Wayne? Maybe it's in alphabetical order or somethin'. What if it's not? All I wanted to do was take Nick to the movies. - Uh-oh. - What? (Doorbell rings) - (Grunts) - (Barks) - (Doorbell rings) - ADAM: Doorbell. CARTOON VOICE: # Twinkle, twinkle # (Doorbell rings) (Laughs) - Bunny. - Wait here. - (Quark barks) (Doorbell rings) (Sighs) - Mandy. - Rick. Nick. Nick Szalinski. Right. I'm here to baby-sit? We don't need a baby-sitter. (Adam giggles) Adam, no! Very funny. Now, can I come in? I'm already charging you. We changed our mind, that's all. We don't need a baby-sitter. I don't think so. Look, I was promised three hours at 2.50 an hour. Plus the extra if I'm grossed out. Uh, listen, Mandy, take it from me. You don't want to baby-sit. Not this baby. - I'm really sure I can't handle some stupid baby (!) - (Adam giggles) (Blows raspberry) Wayne, we've gotta get back to the kids. This is just taking too long. (Blows) Honey! It's up here! See if you can find a forklift! Mandy, believe me. I have everything under control. And if you promise not to scream, I'll take the gag out of your mouth. Promise? - Aah! Help me! Someone, help me! - Mandy! Mandy, don't! Please! Giant baby! (Shrieks) - You're scaring him! - Please help me! Mandy, stop! Calm down. Help me! Ahh! (Screams) What's that? MANDY: Aah! Help! Help! Giant baby! Help! - It's Szalinskis. - Aah! Wayne, this is a solar van. We're inside. There's a switch, honey, marked "batteries." Just be careful not to switch it to` (Tyres squeal) - Whoa! - High! - Hnnnh! - WAYNE: Whoa! Aah! Hold on! Can we try again? Good. Now, despite what he looks like, Adam is just a little kid. He's` He's in there watching TV, not hurting anyone. TV: Summertime. The active woman. She knows what it is to have a headache. # Everybody's doin' a brand-new dance now # Come on, baby, do the loco-motion Let's walk it off. Whoo! - # You know you'll... - SIMMONS: Again. # Give it a chance now # Come on, baby, do... Sorry. (House shaking) # Learning your ABCs # So come on, come on - # And do the loco-motion with me. # - (Laughing) So, two years ago, he made you and your sister tiny. And the guys next-door. Then he made you regular-size again. And now he's made your baby brother big. Right. (Power whooshing) And you don't, like, think that's unusual? (Crashing) (Crackling) Oh my God. He's out, and he's bigger. You gotta help me, OK? This wasn't in the job description. We'll pay you overtime. OK. There's no way I'm changing those diapers. Come on. - NICK: Adam! - MANDY: Adam! - MANDY: Adam! - NICK: Adam! Adam, where are you? Come on! Julia, be quiet and sit down! Now for the famous Chinese blocks trick. Shazam! OK. Now for my next trick... Adam! Now for the disappearing bunny trick! Watch carefully. The hand is quicker than the eye. - Shazam! - (Gasping) Can anyone tell me where the bunny is? - There! - There! You think it's still on my head? Aah! - Aaah! - Big bunny. (Kids yelling) (Giggles) (Kids yelling) Bye! There he is! Come on! I don't care if Clifford's at the Rand Institute this weekend. I want him notified. I also want the board of directors in on this. - (Tyres screech) - Hey! What the`? Contact the Federal Marshals. Get 'em out here. I want something large enough to hold a... to hold something large. ADAM: Bbbroom. Big bunny. Big, big, big bunny. - NICK: In big trouble. - (Adam laughs) - (Tyres screech) - Ah, wait, you hold it right there. I'm just the baby-sitter. (Sirens blaring, people chattering) (Giggles) (Crowd gasps) Yeah, an hour, tops. Sure (!) - Wayne, how's it coming? - Just about got it, honey. Hold on. I'm takin' a short-cut. (Sirens) Ohh! (Crackling) What do I do? OK. Let's see if this thing works. (Buzzing) (Sirens) (Charging) Wayne Szalinski, you unshrink those policemen right now! (Splash) (Beeping) (Crackling) It works! (Tyres squeal) They're gettin' away. I think they're out of our jurisdiction. Unlimited broadband now with Vodafone TV Intro ` it's TV like never before. Switch to Vodafone and get Vodafone TV Intro and three months' free unlimited broadband. That's over $640 of value. * Hold it. You can't go in. It's OK, officer. That's our house. (People chattering) WAYNE: Excuse me! DIANE: Where are my boys? Where are they? Hold it. Just a minute. Preston brooks, US Marshals. Now, we found this guy down the street hiding in a garage. The children are perfectly safe, Mrs Szalinski. We just needed to get the baby some more room so he wouldn't hurt himself. Of course, the mutated child will have to undergo immediate testing. That's my kid you're talkin' about! Let go of me! (Ruff) (Muttering) Let go of me! ADAM: Let me out! Let me go! You can't keep him in that truck. Don't worry. It's all fixed up. As far as your brother's concerned, it's one big playpen. - That's what I mean. - I'd listen to him if I were you. Look, Miss, when I want your opinion, I'll ask for it. (Adam babbles) (Sparking) (Adam chatters) (Thumping) He's got a 40-inch neck. (Quark whimpers) Adam's gonna be fine, Quark. BROOKS: The parents are here. We'll bring them to meet the child when he's secure. I can authorize that. Marshal brooks, I'm afraid I have to insist that these two be taken into custody. On what charge? Theft. Malicious mischief. Child endangerment. (Police radio chatter, indistinct) If you'll excuse me. Clifford. Well, I hardly know what to say. I tried to warn you about Szalinski from the very beginning. Yes. Yes, you did, Charles. If it's any consolation to you, the board of directors believes that you were right all along. WAYNE: Dr Sterling. Dr Sterling, sir. I can reverse my son's growth. Just give me a chance, sir. - I can get him back to normal. - You can? With what, Szalinski? Coca-cola bottles? Hmm? Maybe some, what, chewing gum and twine? Just who do you think you are talking to him like that? Diane, let me handle this. Who do you think you are talkin' to me like that? Clifford. The situation demands that I bring in the people with the expertise and the credentials. Wait a second. You think I'm just some guy from Fresno who tinkered with crackpot ideas in his attic? Well, let me tell you something. This whole country is built on the shoulders of people who tinkered with crackpot ideas in attics and basements and backyards. Alexander Graham Bell working in a two-room flat. Young man, don't presume to stand there and lecture me about great minds and great inventors. Whatever I've been over the years, I've never been a fool. Or been involved with anyone else who is. I certainly don't intend to start now. - Charles? - Yes, Clifford? You're fired. - What? - You're fired. (Chuckles) So, Szalinski, what have you got in mind so we can get that kid of yours back to normal size by bedtime? Well, sir, the prototype's in the van, and I` Hold on, folks. We've got a problem. Your son's escaped, and he's over 50 feet tall. Oh, that's impossible. My son's only 14 feet tall. - I'll drive. - That's still pretty tall. (Whimpers) Yes, get me Terence Wheeler. This is an emergency. (Crackling) MAN: He broke out? He busted out of the truck and knocked it completely over. - What's he doin' now? - He's just standing there. But he's smiling. No, Adam, sit down! Nick, I don't think sitting's such a good idea. - ADAM: Ooh, toys. - Aah! (Sirens) DIANE: He did what? Put your son and the baby-sitter in his pocket and left. He's always doing that. I find the strangest things in his pockets. Wayne, what do you suppose is causing this growth phenomenon? I don't know. They were transporting him along Copper Mine Rd. That runs alongside high-voltage lines. Oh? And yesterday when I gave him lunch, he was right near the microwave oven. And you said the baby grew while he was watching TV. - Of course! - I don't understand any of this. Electromagnetic flux. Around every operating electrical device, there's a flux... like an electromagnetic force field. That's what's causing the baby to grow. Would this electromagnetic, uh... would it surround neon lights, too? Yeah. Why? Your kid... he's headed toward Las Vegas. TOGETHER: Uh-oh. You are not fired. Not by a long shot. This is the opportunity I've been waiting for. At last Sterling has gone too far this time. All right, the board is getting together tonight. Until then, I want you on this. Whatever it takes, just get the situation under control. Now, I did have one thought, sir, but I'll need military cooperation. Fine. I'll get the clearance. Charles, just` just handle this for us. We'll... We'll do the right thing by you. (Heavy footsteps) REPORTER: Police reports just in say that some kind of large creature has just escaped from a government caravan and is heading toward the city. (Tyres squealing) Mr Szalinski, if he heads for the lights, he has to come this way. According to my calculations, he's gotta hold still for 12.2 seconds. What? His increased mass requires a longer period of exposure. How do you expect to get a 2-year-old to hold still for 12-point-anything seconds? She's right, doctor. We tried to have his picture taken a month ago. Total bust. CONSTANCE: We're just pulling up now, Dan. There are a lot of police cars gathered. We'll find out what's going on. (People yelling and talking) All right, here's our shot. OK. This is Constance Winters reporting live from the site of what will certainly become the most important news story of the decade. Dan, I see a giant... (People talking excitedly) Oh, my... WOMAN: There he is. Oh, Adam! Well... honey, he looks OK. Let me see. Do you think this is gonna affect him for life? I mean, somethin' like this could ruin a kid. Honey, it might give him a different perspective. Help him see the big picture. DIANE: Baby. (Gasps) There they are! - Move into position. - I'm with you, pal. (People talking excitedly) (Screaming) - Help! Get us down! - Help us down from here! We're up in the pocket! CONSTANCE: ...reporting live on the progress of the giant baby, who has just been identified as Adam Szalinski from Vista del Mar. - Aah! - Aah! (Nick and Mandy yelling) MAN: Let's go! SECOND MAN: The governor's on the phone for you, sir. Yes, Governor? He's a pretty big baby. NICK AND MANDY: Aah! Get rope guns. - We can shoot ropes over him. - Absolutely not! You are not shooting anything at my baby. - Baby? Look at him! - Hey, we're his parents, OK? We'll handle this. - Diane? - Yeah, Wayne? How do we handle this? - Aaaahhh! - Aaaahhh! MAN: Get ready! SECOND MAN: Watch out! Look out! Mommy! Mom! - Nicky, are you OK? - Adam, put your brother down. - Adam, baby, Mommy's here. - Nicky, I'm gonna get you out of here right away. OK, Dad, but hurry! We can get a fire truck in here and run a ladder up to him. That ladder wouldn't even reach beyond his knees. (Ripping) (Crash) Adam, now, sit down really slowly. I got it! Big Bunny. I need Big Bunny! I need something called Big Dummy? No, Bunny, Bunny. It's his favourite toy. It's the kid's favourite toy. (Helicopter rotors whirr) CONSTANCE: A helicopter is approaching with what looks like a giant stuffed animal of some sort hanging from it. Ahh! - Thanks. - Honey, this is dangerous! - Don't worry. - Pilot's ready for you, Wayne. It's all primed. Be ready to activate as soon as he's down. I'll be fine. I'm positive my dad will have a plan to get us... (Helicopter rotors whirr) Tell me I'm not seeing this! # Twinkle, twinkle, little star # How I wonder what you are... I told you my dad would have a plan. # ...world so high - # Like a diamond... - ADAM: Bunny! # ...in the sky # Twinkle, twinkle, little star # How I wonder what you are (Man yelling) # Twinkle, twinkle... - Aah! - Aah! Aah! # How I wonder what you are # Ohhh... I'm tired. Are you tired, Big Bunny? CARTOON VOICE: Oh, yeah. I'm really tired. I can't remember when I was this tired. Get ready, Dr Sterling. He's getting blinky. WAYNE: Yeah, me, too. I don't know what to do. He's getting sleepy. It's working. Your husband's a genius. I got an idea! Why don't we all have a nice... - No! - ...long... - Don't say it! - ...nap! (Pop) Brace yourself! No nap! Whoa! Help! Help! I'm hangin' on! Get me away from him! Move me away! No nap! WAYNE: I get it! No nap! Hold on, Dad! - WAYNE: Take me up or put me down! - All right, let's move in closer! I'm gonna jump! I'm gonna jump! Release the bunny! Whoa! Dad! Release it now! - Run! - Run! (Bunny squeaks) Dad, this is Mandy. Hi` Ohh! WAYNE: Stay right there, kids. There's absolutely nothing to worry about. Aah! I feel a whole lot better (!) WAYNE: Ohh, ohh! Ohh! Uhh! Whoa! Aaahh! (Laughs) - That's my dad. - He seems really nice. Ohh! (Gasps) Run, dad! Watch out for his foot! Whoa! Ahh! (Gasps) Nice try, buddy. He's headed for the strip. - (People yelling) - The little devil. (Heavy footsteps) CONSTANCE: He's heading toward the city. We'll follow and bring you a live update. Adam Szalinski, this is your Mommy talking. You stop right now! That won't do any good, Mrs Szalinski. I'm sure he expects his mommy to be bigger than he is. To him you're just` Well, you're nothin' more than a little talking doll. Nothing can stop him now. MYERSON: I don't know what these guys are gonna want, but we're gonna have to cooperate with 'em. - All right. Go brief the men. - Yes, sir. Dr Hendrickson. Captain Ed Myerson, Nevada State Militia. Captain, let's hope we can wrap this up quickly. Just so you're aware, sir, my orders state we do nothing without final authorization. Frankly, Captain, I'm not under the jurisdiction of the state militia. Your orders mean nothing to me. RADIO: A giant infant is heading toward the city. The baby is over 50 feet tall and appears to be growing even bigger at an alarming rate. Right. Let's move it, Captain. Now. If it's OK with you, I'll just sit tight. RADIO: ...story as it develops. MANDY: There's something down by my foot. Look at this. Wow. Let's see what else is down here. Cereal. Hey, cool. Want some? No, thanks. I'm on a diet. Have a raisin. PA: Please clear the street. For your own safety, please stay indoors. This is an emergency. All pedestrians are in grave danger. Please clear the streets. (Repeating message in Spanish) RADIO: This is the emergency broadcast system. This is not a test. A human baby of abnormal proportions is approaching the city. The giant appears to be growing at a tremendous rate and has now reached 100 feet. What's happening here? Is Wayne Newton in town? No, they don't do this for Wayne Newton. It must be somebody bigger. Listen, babe, there's nobody bigger than Wayne Newton in this town. (Heavy footsteps) Of course, I could be wrong. Peekaboo! (People screaming) Is he growing or are we shrinking? NICK: It's amazing. He's doubled in size in just a few minutes. (Camera shutters clicking) NICK ON BULL HORN: Adam, put us down. You put us down now! VOICE: Howdy, partner. Welcome to downtown Las Vegas. How-dy, part-mer. (Laughs) Uhh! Uhh! Whoa! - Are you OK? - Yeah, I think so. * (Sirens) He's toddling down the centre of Fremont St. He knows not to go in the street by himself. There's no telling how huge he might get. Yeah, especially if he touches any of those lights. We've got to get him away from them. But how? There's nothin' that's gonna make him leave. Unless he sees something that he wants more. STERLING: Tell your men to pull over. I think Wayne's got an idea. Follow that ice cream truck. (Sirens) We'll need a really big loudspeaker. Who can drive an ice cream truck real fast? - I can burn rubber. - Well, start burning it. We'll be with you on the walkie-talkie. Preston Brooks, US Marshals. We're commandeering this vehicle. Come on. Hey, wait a minute! What's that? It's a tranquilizer cannon. It's used on large mammals. The cartridges can incapacitate a target in seconds. It's like a normal injection, but on a slightly larger scale, of course. Frankly, sir, I have kids myself, and that just doesn't seem like the type` Well, naturally, Captain, this is just a-a last resort. REPORTER: I'm Randy Smallworth, reporting live from the famous Glitter Gulch where certainly the biggest story of the year is unfolding. Casino owners are understandably upset. They've been ordered to evacuate... ...with two key players in this drama, Dr Clifford Sterling of... ...is that a baby by the name of Adam Szalinski has somehow mushroomed over 100 feet tall... Stop the clapping! - Ohh! - Ahh! (People screaming) - I've got a plan. - Great, cos I'm starting to get airsick. We'll pull the thread out of the bottom of the pocket and use it as a rope to slide down. The scene here is one of total confusion and chaos, but so far, all the casinos are still standing. (Heavy footsteps) Watch out! (Snap) BOTH: Aah! (Screaming) Hi. Hey, hey, stop! What are you doin'?! Stop! Stop! Stop! We'll have to jump. NICK: Hold on. (Grunting) Don't look down! Watch out for the gearshift! - Jump! - Aah! Uhh! (Doors slam) (Engine cranks) Go! I'm trying. - (Radio playing "Stayin' Alive") - I'm trying, I'm trying. Hurry! Hurry! Do something! I'm used to an automatic! - Ooh. - MANDY: We gotta get out of here! (Roof whines) Toy car. - Buckle up! - Oh. Oh, oh. NICK AND MANDY: Ohh! - MANDY: Get away from me! - NICK: Adam! - (Screaming) - Adam! Adam, don't eat us! CONSTANCE: We're here live in Glitter Gulch standing just below Adam Szalinski, who has lifted a small yellow sports car into the air with three unidentified persons in it. From what I could make out, it looks like two young teenagers, a boy and a girl, and a man dressed in an Indian costume. NICK: What's he doin'? He's taking something out of his pocket. A peppermint! (Crash) - NICK: Whoa, whoa, whoa! - MANDY: Aah! Aah! - Vroom. Vroom. - (Both yelling) MANDY: Help me! Aah! Vroom! Aaaahhh! Howdy, partner. ADAM: Vroom. (Screaming) Jeez! Oh! - (Making engine sounds) - NICK: Oh! Ah! - Vroom! - That car's like a toy to him. - Oh! - Aah! NICK: I hope this thing has air bags! - No! - NICK: Aah! BOTH: Aah! Whoa! Do something, Nick! Tell him to stop! I can't! He's too big! WAYNE: We've gotta get him away from those lights before he touches any of them. Brooks! What's happening with that ice cream truck? We're almost set. - STERLING: Roger. - ADAM: Vroom! MANDY: No! Aah! - Watch the tree! - ADAM: Vroom! NICK: Whoa! Aah! - Aah! - MANDY: Oh! Oh, no! Ohh! Vroom! Just a big baby with his toy. (Panting) Oh! Ohh! NICK: Coming through! (Honks horn) NICK: Get out of the way! - Come on, Adam, put it down. - Come on, sweetheart. Put it down. ADAM: Ooh! What's he doing now? NICK: Put us down! Put us down! He put it down. NICK: Pick us up! Pick us up! (Metal creaks) - Aah! - Aah! (Laughing) MANDY: Aah! Oh, my God! We're gonna die! We're gonna die! (Shouting continues) - What about that truck? - Brooks! What's happening there? Hey... we're set. (Tinkling ice cream truck music playing) WAYNE: No, wait! - Hold it, hold it. - WAYNE: We need him to get the kids down. Cut it off! (Music stops) MANDY: I can't stand it! Oh, my God! Aaahh! Oh! Aah! Whatever you do, don't look down. Nick, don't let go! Please! I won't. - I'm gonna pull you back up, OK? - MANDY: Ohh! Nick! Mandy! Hold on! But you gotta help. OK! Get the car, Adam! (Honks horn) - (Honk) - Adam! Pick up the car! Adam, get the car! - Come on, Adam. Come on. - Come on, sweetheart. NICK: Come on. I got you. Uhh! (Metal debris clatters) Car fall down! (Grunting) (Panting) Lock your door. (Screaming) (Screaming) (Crowd cheers) (Cheering and clapping) (Adam laughing) (Gasping) Thank you, Adam. Ohh. (Screaming) He put 'em in the pocket! Honey, we can't wait any longer. Let's do it. Everyone, stand by now. Attention, all casinos! Wait for my signal to turn off your lights. Marshal Brooks, bring on the truck. (Sirens) Come on! Ready, set, go, Union Plaza. (Engine starts) Go, Golden Gate. Las Vegas Club. Now... hit the searchlights. STERLING: Go, Brooks! (Music begins, tyres squeal) STERLING: Lucky Lady! Jackpot! - Come on, Adam. - Come on, baby. Come on, baby. Go for it. STERLING: Glitter Gulch. - Golden Goose. - Ice cream. White Castle. Binion's Horseshoe. Vegas World. - This must be another one of my dad's plans. - STERLING: Star Palace. MANDY: Great (!) Four Queens. The Fremont. - It's working, Wayne. - Go, Adam. He really likes ice cream. Mmm. - Uhh! - Aah! - Yes! - It's working! (Hums nervously) - Ice cream. - BROOKS: Where are you guys? This kid's gaining on me! We have clearance, Captain. Move it! Brooks said he caught the ice cream truck just outside of town. Next thing I know, he grabbed it right off the truck. - STERLING: What'd he do with it? - What do you think he did with it? (Sputters and sizzles) - You got another idea? - I will. Come on, let's go. - Dr Sterling` - Wayne! Do you remember how we got Adam to hold still to have his picture taken? I put him in my lap, and I held him. - Yeah? - Honey, he needs me! The problem is, to Adam, his mommy is somebody much bigger than he is. - No, Diane. That's a crazy idea. - Wayne! For almost 20 years, I've watched you have one crazy idea after another. It's my turn to have just one. - WOMAN: Oh, look! - ADAM: Ooh! Fire! ADAM: A guitar! - NICK: Uh-oh. - MANDY: What now? NICK: Adam, don't touch that guitar! STERLING: I'm preheating the lasers now ` 600 volts. (Electronic humming) Diane, I should be doing this, not you. There's one thing every little kid knows ` daddies mean fun; mommies mean business. But this was never meant to do anything like this. Too little power, and you'll grow too slowly, like Adam, and too much power, and` I trust you, Wayne Szalinski. (Helicopter rumbling) Wayne... time to get large. Here's your soda, sir. What do you need a coke bottle for? I don't. Just the bottom. Oh. (Zap) Tom, I'm here just outside the hard rock cafe. The giant baby is approaching. WOMAN: Hello? I can't hear you. Turn off the lights? A giant what? Baby? # Turn on the radio (Thuds) # Soundin' like disco... # Guitar! - Oh, my God! - Oh, my God! WOMAN: Everybody, get out of here! Get on out! (Panicked yelling and screaming) (Siren) (Squealing tyres) FIRE CHIEF: For your own safety` For your own safety, please stay indoors. Adam, don't touch the guitar! (Creaks) Move, move, move, move! - (Snap) - NICK: No, Adam! Adam, put down the guitar! Can't this thing go any faster? The kid might be growing again! This is as fast as we can go safely, doctor. Constance Winters live across the street from the Hard Rock Cafe. He thinks the guitar's a real musical instrument. He's trying to play a tune. (Humming) (Helicopter rumbles) Bring me into range and hold it steady! MYERSON: All right, now, wait a minute! Now, if we hit him and he stumbles, he could fall into the crowd. Well, we'll just have to hope that doesn't happen. (Adam humming) Adam! Put down the guitar and get the airplane! - Airplane. Hi. - Hold it. Steady. (Clank) (Whiz) They're shooting at Adam! I assume that little manoeuvre was in error, Captain. Now, steady, or I'll make sure this is the last mission you ever fly. Hey! Pick on somebody your own size! # La la la la la la la # la la la la # (Whiz) (Zzzt) Ow! (Crash) Owwwwww! (Crying) (Crying) All right. Let's go again. Dan, the` Hold it stea` Back off! Yes, ma'am. - NICK: Yeah! - MANDY: Whoo! Hey, you tell 'em! That's my mom! I need a vacation. Wow! Look at that mother. (Siren) Come here, baby. Mama! Come to Mommy. Come here, baby. Come to Mommy. - No! - Mom! Easy, Mom! Everything's gonna be OK, sweetie. Mommy's here. Everything it's got, doctor. Roger. You crying? Yeah. It's OK to cry when you're so happy. The bearings and the generator are about to burn out. We better do it! OK, now. Look at Daddy. Smile for Daddy. There he is. Daddy. Wayne, 1450 ` it's all she can take. (Droning buzz) Say "cheese," Adam. - Cheese, Adam. - (Laughs) (Overload alarm) Come on, Wayne. (Zapping) - Oh! - Ah! Ohh... Look, Adam! There's Daddy! Daddy! Honey, you did it! (Giggles) Adam! Adam! Oh! You gave us quite a scare, little man. I knew you could do it, honey. HENDRICKSON: There he is! Let me through! Well, Szalinski, you pulled it off. Who would have thought? Dr Hendrickson, that looked like some sort of rifle that you were shooting at my baby. They were tranquilizer cartridges. They wouldn't have hurt him, I assure you. Oh. Tranquilizer cartridges. Never cross Mommy. We got an emergency here! Dr Hendrickson needs help. He's overcome with the prospect of havin' to find a new career. Hey, big fella. Is this what you were lookin' for? Ohhh! Wayne ` Nick and Mandy! Weren't they... TOGETHER: ...in Adam's pocket! Don't tell me... Oh, my God. Honey, I shrunk the kids! Nobody move! Don't worry. I have highly-specialized equipment to deal with this. I'll need the helmet, and I'll need the dog. RADIO ANNOUNCER: Good morning, Las Vegas. All vehicles are asked to stay clear of the Hard Rock Cafe where inventor Wayne Szalinski is conducting a one-man search to find some missing children. It was Szalinski's matter-expanding machine that was responsible for last night's amazing events. Dr Clifford sterling has just announced... (Soft music playing) I guess your father's about the most famous guy in the world today. And I guess you're about the bravest. That's for saving my life. It wasn't much. I don't mean your life wasn't much. What I did, it wasn't so much. # I simply want it # Tonight has our initials on it... How long do you think it'll take before they find us? I think it may be a while before they find us. You're kind of different, Nick. Like your dad. We're not all that different. Yeah, you are. But when you think about it, I guess the world needs people who are different, people who see things, well, differently, I guess you would say. # Feel the feelin' sometimes # Maybe tonight is yours and mine... - (Light growls) - Are they OK? Yep. I think we better give 'em a couple of minutes, though. What are we gonna do about that? (Gasps) Adam, look! (Ruff, ruff, ruff, ruff) Big, Big, Big Bunny! What are we gonna do with this? Don't worry. I'll think of something. Don't I always? (Adam laughs) - Don't you trust me? - I don't know. I don't know. Oh, come on. When have I ever... Captions by the National Captioning Institute, Inc. www.able.co.nz Captions were made with the support of NZ On Air. Able 2018