♪♪ (pop)
♪♪
WOMAN: ♪ Indulging inaccuracy ♪
♪ I'm thinking about my friend Lizzie ♪
♪ Throw another word on me and watch me hurl it back ♪
♪ I know you I swear I do ♪
♪ You're just like me Sipping a cup of pity ♪
♪ Ah ♪
♪ Did I forget to mention I'm the center of attention ♪
♪ In my universe my pain's my pension ♪
(echoing) ♪ Ooh ♪
♪ I know you I swear I do ♪
♪ You're just like me You're sipping a cup of ♪
♪ Dreams, yeah ♪
♪ Soul sloshing Don't shush me ♪
♪ Just listen to me ♪
♪ Pretty little kitty ♪
♪ In the sky ♪
(grunting)
♪ Sweet is my ♪
♪ Surprise ♪
♪ Ohh ♪
♪ Ohhh-ohh-ohh-ohh ♪
♪♪ (continues vocalizing)
(cell phone ringing)
-Oh, no. -(phone continues ringing)
(gasps)
-(cell phone rings) -(grunts)
Hi, Mom.
Hello, Madeline.
What are you doing?
-Uh, homework. -Over spring break?
You're not climbing, are you? 'Cause you know I don't want you to be climbing.
No, Mom. I'm not climbing.
Mrs. Phillips, they've been waiting for you.
I'm sorry. Just one second.
Sweetie, I'm gonna be a little late, so I'm gonna need you to--
Pick up Max from daycare. Surprise.
Yeah. It's not gonna be forever, sweetheart.
It's just until I finish this project.
All right. I'll be right down.
Down?
Over. You know what I mean.
Okay. I'll see you a little later. I love you.
(phone beeps off)
MAN: Good afternoon, Mrs. Phillips. Nice of you to join us.
Are you aware that your security company's deadline
for getting my bank online was 23 hours ago?
Uh, Mr. Brisbane,
I did inform you that, due to the age of the building--
The primary shareholders will be here for the opening of the bank
-next Friday night. -Mr. Brisbane, as I have said,
the system will not have been tested, and I cannot, in good conscience--
That party will take place, Mrs. Phillips,
with or without your consent.
This is one of the most complex installs--
Hartmann, don't tell me how to run my bank. All right?
You work for me. Remember?
Now, when I turn around...
both of you will be gone.
(go-cart engines revving)
-(cheering) -(engines revving, racing)
♪♪ (rap, indistinct)
P.A. ANNOUNCER: And the race is underway!
P.A. ANNOUNCER: Lap masters, secure the roadway.
Number 16-- (continues, indistinct)
P.A. ANNOUNCER: Number 11, Bad Chad, is into the pits.
As we go into turn number one.
♪♪ (rap continues, indistinct)
Hey, retard, I'm losing the race
'cause you don't know what you're doing!
I can't believe Mom made me hire you as my lead mechanic.
-CHAD: Damn! -Done!
P.A. ANNOUNCER (continues, indistinct)
You'd better pray this works.
(engine starts, revving)
(boys shouting)
P.A. ANNOUNCER: Number 11, Bad Chad, is finally out of the pits.
♪♪ (rap continues)
P.A. ANNOUNCER: (continues, indistinct)
Come on, man. Come on. Come on.
P.A. ANNOUNCER: Chris "the Crusher", pulling tight into the turn.
Bad Chad works his way back into the pack.
(engine sputtering, revving)
P.A. ANNOUNCER: Whoa! Looks like that front end may have gone out!
Number 11, Bad Chad, is out of the race.
Good job, dorkus!
Dumb, stupid--
Gus!
P.A. ANNOUNCER: He's got his own problems.
His crews are out there cleaning up. We got ourselves a yellow flag.
MAN: ♪ Won't stop drivin' till it's over ♪
♪ Wouldn't see me losin' when the sun goes down ♪
♪♪ (continues)
BOY: There she is.
My leading lady, my star.
Sound, speed and... action!
♪♪ (rap continues)
Maddy!
Whoa!
Hey! Fart knocker!
I'm gonna kill you!
Stop it!
Cut it out! Cut it out! Aah!
Not so tight! Let go!
-Hi. -Oh, come on!
Why don't you pick on someone your own size?
Ah, climber girl.
Go contaminate someone else.
CHAD: Oh, look! Here comes Captain Cool!
Loser number three. (laughs)
Look, I'm having a barbecue at my house, if you guys wanna come over.
BOTH: Definitely.
Oh, hey, I don't know if you heard,
but Bad Chad picked up a shift at your mama's bank.
I'll be working with Lieutenant Ferrell in Security.
One step closer to being a cop.
Don't worry. Ferrell won't let Bad Chad carry a weapon.
He's an intern!
Trainee, butt munch!
Sorry. He's training to be a butt munch.
-Oh! I am gonna brain you! -Doing a good job, too!
-CHAD: Get over here! -GUS: I'm gonna tell Mom!
CHAD: You are so dead!
When I catch you, I'm gonna give you a purple nurple--
So immature!
Isn't he?
P.A. ANNOUNCER: Okay, folks,
race number three will start in five minutes.
So let's get ready to step on the gas
and let's kick some... butt!
It's race time!
(cheering)
"Butt"?
"Butt" what?
-Hi, Dad. -Hey, kiddo. What's up?
Mom needs me to pick up Max from daycare again.
-(sighs) -It won't be forever, sweetie.
All right, now you sound like Mom.
That's so terrible?
You okay?
Is this a new style that the kids are sporting?
-Dad, don't freak out. -When do I ever freak out, Madeline?
It's just that there are
-a other sports that don't involve... -(shaking tablet bottle)
...falling a hundred feet to your death.
Dad, you said standing on the top of Mount Everest was the best day of your life.
No. No, I said it was one of the best days of my life.
(growls) Look.
See, I even wore the hat you gave me.
I just don't understand what the problem is with me trying to be like you.
(sighs) Do we have to discuss this every day?
Just till I turn 18.
(grunts)
Okay, race fans, here we are.
The last race of the day!
Drivers, get in position.
(sizzling)
Hey, Mr. P, can I ask you a very serious question?
Only if you want a very serious answer.
Do ladies like guys who build stuff with their hands?
Or do they go for the nerds who play computer games and stuff?
Yo, what he means is, do women prefer
-a low-IQ uber-male... -MADDY: Hey, Dad!
...who only knows stuff about spark plugs, or do they prefer a true artist,
who has both sensitivity and a brain?
That's a very difficult question, boys,
but I'm afraid I'm not the one to ask.
-Hey, Madeline Rose-- -BOTH: No, no, no, no, no!
Dad, don't call me that.
What are you doing?
BOTH: Nothing.
Nothing. Nothing.
-(sizzle) -Ow, ow, ow! Ow!
Aah! Aah!
Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!
It's an old climber's trick.
(groaning)
Dude, you're gonna have a scar.
Why do you get all the cool stuff?
You know, it's true. Women love scars.
This drives Maddy's mom crazy. Check it out.
-Whoa! -That's gross!
-You can touch it if you want. -GUS: Is that from when you fell?
Yep. Hundred-foot free-fall.
Okay, okay. Okay. Stop touching.
Bad touch. Okay.
♪♪ (radio: pop, faint)
Hey, stranger.
Not you too.
-Now, this... is a nutritious dinner. -Please.
Don't give me a hard time.
We just miss you.
Especially Maddy.
And I don't wanna have to set my alarm
for the middle of the night
just so I can have a date with my wife.
♪♪ (radio: continues)
Would you like to go dancing?
(laughs)
-♪♪ (humming) -(continues laughing)
I have to go back to work. I can't-- I really--
You have to do this first, okay?
-♪♪ (continues) -(chuckles, gasps)
Tom, come on. Quit messing around. I can't hold you up.
I can't-- (grunts)
Tom? What's going on?
I can't feel my legs.
What-- where does it hurt?
Tom? Can you hear me?
Tom? Tom!
WOMAN: The injury probably occurred during his climbing accident.
Well, there must be something that you can do.
I mean, isn't there any kind of emergency surgery or anything?
There's nothing we can do here.
There is a private medical facility in Denmark
that has done testing on this injury.
Okay, then let's-- let's go, then.
It's considered experimental.
Even though it's been highly successful--
We'll try anything.
Your insurance won't cover it.
-How much? -What?
How much does the surgery cost? We'll pay for it.
Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars.
Okay, w-we'll pay it. Mom, tell--
Mom, tell her we'll pay it.
Mom, we-- we can-- We can pay it.
(sobbing)
Mom, tell her we'll pay it.
Please.
-GUS: $250,000? -Please tell her we'll pay it.
What happens if your dad doesn't get the operation?
We'll go door to door.
Everyone loves your dad. They'll give us money.
I could sell my camera.
It's $250,000, you guys.
You know how much money that is?
I have a coin collection.
They're rare.
R--
Well, what if I-- what if I borrow half?
And then I can make--
No, it doesn't exceed that.
Personal collateral?
Uh...
we own a go-cart track.
Let's cut to the chase, shall we, Mrs. Phillips?
You're not qualified for a personal loan of this size.
I understand, but, uh, my husband is sick and I was hoping--
Yes.
Yes, I'm aware of that, Mrs. Phillips.
Doesn't it mean anything that I work for the bank?
-But you're freelance, aren't you? -Mm-hmm.
From a security company.
A security company which, under your guidance,
has been unable to provide my bank
with a fully operational security system
in the allotted time stated in the contract.
MRS. PHILLIPS (whispers): Come on.
Come on, sweetie.
Don't you have a heart?
This is not an emotional issue, Mrs. Phillips.
A bank has no heart.
Only paper in a vault.
TOM: Strange not being able to move.
I've been staring at the same spot on the ceiling for the past three hours.
Mom can't come up with the money, Dad.
I escaped death on that climb, Maddy.
Twenty feet from the summit, my gear stuck,
but there was this perfect crack all the way up to the top.
You free-climbed it?
It was so easy, I lost concentration and I fell.
But somebody or something was looking out for me
so I could go home, see you,
get to know what a great girl you are.
In a way, that fall
was the best thing that could've happened to me.
You know I'd do anything for you.
Dad, we'll come up with the money. I promise.
MRS. PHILLIPS (narrating): ...and lined it with a 200-foot-high steel chamber,
which houses the lion safely.
The system combines the best of new technology
and old tried-and-true security methods,
making Harderbach Financial the most secure a bank can be.
The entire system is run on a tri-motor generator,
making power loss a virtual impossibility,
meaning the system will remain safe even in the event of a city-wide blackout.
The project began in the fall of 2000,
and is the largest, most technologically advanced
security install to date for any bank in North America.
The halls are lined with hundreds of motion-sensitive cameras,
whose images are fed back to a state-of-the-art security booth.
Until the system has been fully tested,
the halls will be patrolled after hours
by highly-trained attack dogs.
This all leads to the lion safe.
The safe is suspended nearly 100 feet off the ground,
and is equipped to hold over $25 million in cash and gold bullion.
Safety deposit boxes line the walls of this chamber.
-Slated to be finished in April of 2004-- -GUS: Are you crazy?
Come on. We can't rob a bank.
We'll pay them back.
-How? -I don't know. I'll work.
I'll do anything.
You understand what happens if we get caught, right?
We go to jail forever. Like, until we're 21.
No one will ever suspect us.
Adults treat us like we're five-years-old anyway. How hard could it be?
Tomorrow I'll go to work with my mom and check out the bank.
Meanwhile, Gus, you need to find out who the architect is of the bank,
and see if you can get a floor plan or a model.
And Austin-- Austin'll take care of the dogs.
What dogs?
The Rottweilers.
Vicious killing dogs.
MADDY: Gus, come on. This is serious.
Tomorrow, at the bank, I'll try to check out my mom's security system.
MAN: Good morning, Mrs. Phillips. Who's in the car with you today?
MRS PHILLIPS: My daughter.
MADDY: I'll try to take as many pictures as I can.
You guys, I really need you.
All right. For Mr. P.
For your dad.
MRS. PHILLIPS: Okay, Maddy, here we go.
Maddy?
(click)
(sniffs)
Do you have any idea how fast you were goin'? Save it, pal.
License and registration.
(knuckles crack)
That... is the eye of God, Chad.
Do you see these people?
These are not people.
These are snakes in paradise,
waiting for your weakest moment,
any chance you give them.
CHAD: These people?
Not to be trusted.
Oh!
-My sweethearts. -(dogs whimpering)
Maddy, I love that you wanted to come to work with me today, sweetheart,
but I have a lot of work to do, so I need you to keep up, okay?
-MADDY: Can I see the safe? -That's just the old safe.
-The real one's upstairs. -What are those?
-That's a motion detector. -Can I see the new safe?
And if Miss Fancy Pants Phillips over there would have listened to me,
we wouldn't need all this high-tech flim-flammery.
(yells) The dogs--
The dogs would have done all the work.
The dogs...
and my black belt, that is.
(karate yell)
-(crunch) -Aaah!
Back to the monitor, maggot!
Your office is upstairs?
Yeah. I need to be near the safe.
Whoa. That thing looks like it's alive.
It's got a built-in motion detector,
the guards can't watch all 100 cameras at the same time,
so when the camera picks up movement, the light goes on and they can see us.
Watch. Just stay completely still.
CHAD: Ah. Climber girl.
-That's pretty cool. -(elevator bell dings)
HARTMANN: They'd better fix the ISP,
because that whole side of the building is S.O.L.
-Molly? -Oh.
I didn't think you were coming in today.
Oh, well, the party is Friday,
so I wanted to make sure the system is as close as possible.
Yeah. Listen, I spoke with Brisbane about the loan,
and he just wouldn't budge. I'm really sorry.
MRS. PHILLIPS: Oh, God. We'll have to figure out some other way.
Would you like a tour?
Oh, Alan, that's really--
Yeah! That'd be awesome.
Well, great. We'll start this way.
Don't worry. I'll take good care of her. Take care of that for me.
Now, we're gonna begin--
I paid that phone bill! I paid that phone bill last week!
Hi.
-My name's Austin-- -Easy.
My name's Austin, and, uh, I make movies.
Director.
Really?
How may I help you?
I got this dog for my birthday,
and I was hoping I could use him as a stunt dog--
What kind of dog do you have?
-A Budweiser? -Rottweiler?
-Yeah. -I just happen to be a Rottweiler expert.
There is a really nice boy here
who's going to write an essay about the design
of the Harderbach Financial building.
And he needs a floor plan drawing that he can use
as a visual aid for his essay.
Are you freakin' nuts?
You can't give bank floor plans to a kid! You're just--
Normally, he's very nice.
But it's a little more difficult with banks.
I mean, imagine if you were a bank robber-- (laughing)
It's just that last time I got a "C" on my essay
because I didn't have any visual aids.
And my stepdad, he--
Well, he gets a little--
(gasps) Oh!
Just stay here.
I know you can't see it now, but by the party we are hoping it's primo.
Down here is the security room--
ultra high-tech and cool. Your mom designed that too.
-(chuckles) -You might notice the key pads,
which are designed to keep people out of the important areas of the bank.
Who has the codes to all these?
Oh, they're different from room to room.
But I have a code
that is good for the whole building.
Cool.
Come on.
"D-E-N-I-R-O."
-(click) -(whispers) De Niro.
Oh, look at that view.
This is the coolest office in the building.
It belongs to the big cheese, Mr. Brisbane.
Check this out.
Huh? Huh?
And get this. Your mom has rigged it
so you can control all the cameras
from right here.
You talkin' to me? Huh?
Are you talkin' to me? (chuckling)
It's De Niro. I still do some acting.
This bank manager thing is just temporary.
Come on. You try it.
-I don't know what to say. -Say anything.
-Hi. -Disgusting.
Good!
Hah!
Cool.
HARTMANN: In this room there's a tunnel that leads to the safe.
I can only tell you a little bit about the safe.
Only your mom understands the whole thing.
I mean, after all, she designed it.
-(barking) -Oh! No! My God!
(sighs)
I can't wait until we get rid of these things.
They get me every time.
Down! Shh!
(shouting) Rottweilers respond to German commands only!
Ausfahrt, killer. Ausfahrt!
Say "Ausfahrt, killer."
Do it, or he'll rip your throat out!
-Ass fart! -Ausfahrt!
You must show them respect!
-Ouch fart! -(imitates buzzer)
Wrong answer.
-(barking) -Ass fart!
Ass fart!
-(chuckling) -No! Go away! Ass fart!
♪♪ (pop)
♪ Freaky-deaky-deaky ♪
♪ Chicky-chicky-chicky baby Chicky ♪
Get outta here, kid, before I turn him loose on you!
No respect!
Come on! (barks)
♪ We're not gon' stop droppin' Dude, the people want fun ♪
-♪ Oh, yeah, hey, yeah ♪ -♪ Hey, them run, be done ♪
♪ Giggi, giggi, jump around ♪
♪ Try, no mind, to find a woman Senorita, rub it down ♪
♪ To the tune that my droppin' nonstop all over town ♪
♪ Shakin' you, I's a rapper So fiesta to this song ♪
-♪ And drop it get giggi ♪ -WOMAN (speaking Spanish)
-♪ Get giggi, giggi ♪ -WOMAN (continues in Spanish)
♪ Whoa, whoa ♪
Don't ever tell anybody where you got it.
I would never. Thank you.
♪ Now with the sounds of the D-U-D-E ♪
♪ Comin' down from the night as we spice yo' party ♪
♪ Feelin' hot, take a break Got to cool off the tune ♪
♪ Everybody nod their head just jump as we learn to rebound ♪
-♪ Get giggi ♪ -WOMAN: (speaking Spanish)
-♪ Get giggi, giggi ♪ -WOMAN: (continues in Spanish)
♪ Get giggi ♪
♪ Get giggi, giggi ♪♪
They're gonna send out a search party for me if I don't get back to work.
Can you find your way back to your mom's office?
Yeah. Thanks, Mr. Hartmann.
-Okay. Bye. -We'll see you tomorrow.
-Mr. Hartmann? -Hmm?
I think you'd make a really good actor.
Thanks.
MADDY: Okay, so the party's gonna be in two days.
That's when we'll hit the bank.
Austin, how'd it go with the dogs?
The dogs are under control.
MADDY: Gus, the model looks pretty cool.
GUS: It was a piece of cake.
I thought that secretary was gonna adopt me.
(laughs)
Do you guys think we can do it? Do you really think we can get the money?
-Are you kidding? Of course. -Yeah. Of course.
I mean, you're, like, the best climber in the whole state.
Yeah, and Austin's, like, some freak of nature computer genius.
-Yeah, and Gus is-- -(loud burps)
(laughs)
Gus is disgusting.
MADDY: Austin, this should be exactly the height of the gate at the bank.
Watch carefully, okay?
Okay, Austin, your turn.
The cart doesn't control you. You control the cart.
-Go. -I got it!
Whoa-- hey! Whoa! Whoa!
Yikes! No! Aaah!
Is there any way you can make him quieter and faster?
Do you want a window or an aisle?
MAN (rapping): ♪ Never seen 'em comin' I should be runnin' ♪
♪ But I guess it's goin' down 'Cause your mouth is sayin' you want it ♪
♪ Check your homestyle Phone it home ♪
♪ Then I spec you on my map Place you with my ill rap ♪
♪♪ (continues)
A hundred PSI of pure NOS.
-♪ Speedy don't care ♪ -♪ I can't slow down ♪
-♪ Don't stop it get around ♪ -♪ I can't slow down ♪
-♪ Please throw it on up ♪ -♪ I can't slow down ♪
-♪ Well, throw it on up ♪ -♪ I can't slow down ♪
-♪ You put it down ♪ -♪ I can't slow down ♪
♪ I can't slow down I can't slow down ♪
♪ A-one, two microphone check ♪
♪ A-one, two ♪
Okay, work for your daddy.
♪ I set it off You know it's on ♪
♪♪ (continues)
-(engine accelerating) -It worked! I'm a genius!
But how am I gonna stop?
Maybe I'm not a genius!
Aaaaah!
MADDY: Mr. Hartmann's a really nice guy. Do you have your script?
AUSTIN: I'm the director. I'm always prepared.
GUS (mocking): "I'm always prepared."
MADDY: Austin, you just have to get him to say to turn the alarm--
AUSTIN: Off. I know, I know.
-Come on. Hurry up. -I'm coming.
Wait for me!
Take it easy. Take it easy!
Take it easy.
All right, here.
Maddy's playing the girl who's home alone and scared of the dark.
You play her dad, who walks in just as the alarm blares.
Wh-wh-what do I do for a living?
I'm glad you asked.
You work for a specialized branch of the CIA.
Ohh, I like that. I've always wanted to play an assassin.
Well, here's your chance.
You are a CIA assassin.
(exhales) Um, can I get a water, please?
Can I talk to you for a second? Over here.
Um, okay.
Which is stronger,
Hair... or no hair?
-I-- I think hair. -Okay.
Six slick Schick super shavers.
-Six slick Schick super shavers. -And we're ready.
(yawning noises)
Okay, this is scene one, take one.
Sound, speed and...
action.
Dad, is that you?
Hey, take it easy.
It's only me.
You were really good today, Austin.
Seriously. Really good.
I just try to stay out of the way of my actors and let the magic happen.
Gus, what are you doing? We have to go over the plan.
Go over the plan with your boyfriend.
What are you talking about? He's not my boyfriend.
-Oh, so you'd rather go out with Gus. -I never said that--
(groans) Are all boys this stupid?
I don't wanna go out with either of you!
If we're so stupid, then why don't you just rob the bank yourself?
Fine! I will!
Good luck rigging your go-cart.
Yeah, and have a good time hacking into the bank's computer by yourself.
This whole bank idea sucks!
MADDY: Dad, I have to talk to you.
I'm gonna steal $250,000 from Mom's bank.
I have to climb a hundred feet to get to the safe.
Way higher than I've ever, ever climbed before.
And I have to lie to my two best friends to get 'em to do it with me.
Well, Maddy...
a hundred feet is too dangerous.
You know, that's how far I fell.
Yeah, I know, Dad.
Plus, it's illegal to steal money.
You know Mom'll get fired if anyone ever found out.
I thought about all that, but--
But wouldn't it be worth it if it means you could get better?
Yeah, Maddy...
it probably would be.
I've been thinking since yesterday, and...
I love you.
Here. Um...
I have the other half.
-Please say all that again. -Stop. Come on.
Promise to help with the mission?
Yeah.
Just don't tell Gus,
'cause we need him, and he probably wouldn't do it if he knew.
He'd be devastated.
What about Austin?
You're much cuter.
I've actually liked you the whole time.
Yes! I knew it!
Uh, here.
I have the other half.
Promise to help with the mission?
Okay.
Cool.
MADDY: Okay, guys, let's go over the plan one last time.
So, I took Maddy's pictures from the bank, the model that Gus brought home,
and I scanned them into the computer.
Using those elements, I created a digital blueprint of the building.
Check it out.
Voila.
Whoa! That is awesome!
I mean, it's okay...
if you like that kind of stuff.
Wow.
Here's where the party's gonna be.
It'll be mostly contained in the lobby of the bank.
It's gonna be pretty fancy, so we're gonna need to blend in.
Security's on the second floor, so we'll have to get past your brother and Ferrell
to get to the elevator that accesses the ninth floor where the safe is.
Okay, Austin, you'll hack into the bank's camera system from Brisbane's office.
Gus, we're gonna make our way to the safe.
It's suspended a hundred feet off the ground,
so the only way to get to it is to climb.
Wow.
Maddy, are you sure you're gonna be able to make this climb?
I mean, it's double the size of the water tower.
You guys take care of your jobs.
I'll take care of mine.
MRS. PHILLIPS: They're gonna be doing tests on your father tonight
at the hospital, so I wanna be there for that.
So, I'm gonna need you to look after Max while I'm gone.
Mom--Mom, I can't. I'm going out with Gus and Austin.
You never think about me.
If you're not gonna come to the hospital, then you're--
-Mom, I can't, I-- -Maddy.
You're gonna babysit Max tonight. Okay?
That's it.
Oh, one more thing.
I do think about you, Madeline.
Every day. All the time.
Nice bandana.
Nice turtleneck.
-What's he doing here? -I have to babysit him.
But he's gonna completely ruin everything we just worked for.
You know what, he hasn't made a sound his whole life.
I don't think he's gonna start now.
What if we mess up?
We're my dad's only chance.
I'm ready.
You ready?
Let's hit it.
♪♪ (upbeat music)
Ooh! Gross!
Mom, Bart was taking a picture of his butt!
BART: Oh, sure. Like I'm really gonna take a picture of my butt.
MARGE: Stop it, you two.
Since it's just the four of us tonight, we're having dinner
-at the Rusty Barnacle. -LISA: Yay!
♪♪ (rap, indistinct)
BART: Grab a burger and--
Only four of us? Who escaped?
(tires squeal)
♪ It's about that time ♪
♪♪ (vocalizing, echoing)
♪ It's about that time ♪
-♪♪ (funk rock) -♪ Ooh-ooh ♪
♪ Ooh-ooh ♪
MAN (rapping): ♪ Jumpin' house party ♪
-♪ Somebody scream ♪ -WOMAN: Whoo!
♪ Come on, everybody and sing with me ♪
♪ Ooh-ooh ♪♪
♪♪ (chamber)
You know, that part? I was really, really proud of it.
Aren't those marvelous? Please let me show you.
These are really quite extraordinary. The lighting, in particular--
Well, you know--
The, uh, uh--
It's all clear.
Here you go, Maddy.
Okay, when I get up there,
I'll try to disable the motion sensors so you guys can just come up the stairs.
Careful, Maddy.
(motor whirring)
Maddy! Camera!
-Careful. -(whirring continues)
MEN: (yelling)
(yelling continues)
I gotta get Chad and Ferrell out of that security booth.
GUS: Don't worry. We got it covered.
And strike, and strike,
like a cobra!
Aaah! (shrieking)
(shouting)
Oh!
-Lieuten-- -Ohh!
Lesson one, Chad.
Never take your eyes off the enemy.
GUS (on radio): Take this for a test drive.
(groans)
Dude...
the way your feet smell, it's just--
It's not normal.
Whoo!
God, Gus! (groans)
Oh, my God. (sighs)
-(sensor beeps) -MADDY: Gotcha.
(sensor beeps)
-(alarm sounding) -What's that?
FEMALE COMPUTERIZED VOICE: Motion detected,
north staircase.
Check the monitors. Check the monitors!
I don't see anything.
(exhales)
That's when your enemy is their most dangerous--
when you can't see them.
This is a test. I just know it.
I'll go downstairs,
-make a round. -(exhales)
You stay here and take care of your... privates.
(groans)
You stay in this booth!
Okay, it worked.
Well, sort of-- Ferrell's gone.
But now Bad Chad's alone in the security booth.
AUSTIN: Just hold on. We'll think of something.
(exhales)
(farts)
I got it. I'm gonna distract him.
When I give you guys the signal,
go up the stairs and get into the elevator.
I'll meet you there.
Hey, Maddy, what's the signal?
(radio static)
Maddy!
Maddy, get away from Chad! He's a lunatic!
My brother's crazy. He really thinks he's a cop.
This wasn't part of the plan.
Maddy, don't go in there!
Hi.
What are you doing here?
I was at the party.
I was totally bored.
What are you doing?
(exhales) Just my job.
You look different.
Why are you such a jerk to your brother all the time?
(chuckles)
Well--
You know he completely idolizes you.
-Gus? -Yeah.
To him, you're like Yao Ming or Shaq.
Well, which one? There's a big difference.
Yao Ming.
-Definitely Shaq. -You think?
-Yeah, I think so. -(chuckles) Sweet.
He thinks you're gonna be a great cop. He told me.
Hey, uh, you should come downstairs with me.
The police chief is here to check on my Mom's security system.
You could show him how serious you are about your job.
Ferrell told me not to leave the booth, but--
I just came from the party. Don't worry. He's not down there.
BOTH: She winked at me.
-So Gus really thinks I'm cool? -Yeah.
Maybe that's the signal. Go.
Where's the chief?
FERRELL (laughs): That's what I love about it--
-(electricity zapping) -The wave it sends through the body.
-Unbelievable. -Oh, God.
CHAD (groans)
(giggles)
(people murmuring, chattering)
-Come on, Maddy! Come on! Come on! -Maddy, come on!
-Hurry! -Come on!
-(camera shutters clicking) -(chattering continues)
(bell dings)
-All right. -Go to 22.
AUSTIN: Freeze! Red light.
Go, go, go, go!
-Red light! -How long do we have to stay like this?
-(click) -Go!
-Red light! -MAX (cooing)
AUSTIN: Green light!
Go, go, go, go!
(beeping)
(beeps)
All right, you guys.
(powering up)
-I'm online. -MADDY: All right, Max.
You stay here, alright? I'll be right back.
I just gotta go bust this bank so we can save Dad. Gimme five.
Yeah!
Bye-bye.
-GUS: Red light. -(whirring)
Green light!
-Red light. -(whirring continues)
Go!
Austin.
Check.
Do you see any dogs in there?
I'm searching now. Nothing in the cages.
They must be somewhere else in the building.
It's all clear. Okay.
-Camera panning... off. -(beep)
(two beeps)
-(blabbering) -No, Max! No!
Go back, Maddy!
(whirring continues)
Austin?
-MAX (laughing) -Max, no! Not the camera!
This is not a toy. No, not a toy.
Austin!
Max!
Okay, I got it.
-(beeping) -Go.
(keypad beeping)
How do you know the dogs aren't gonna be on the other side?
I don't.
But I guess we find out.
(yells)
Whoa, that's high.
(grunts) Bye, my babies.
MADDY: Just don't look down. You'll be fine.
What is this?
Another door? How do you open this one?
Open sesame!
This one doesn't even have any numbers on it.
GUS: Whoa! Cool!
(alarm beeping)
(radio static, clicking)
Mr. Ferrell-- uh, Lieutenant Ferrell?
-Breaker, breaker! -What?!
-I saw something in sector five. -All right, I'll be right up.
FERRELL: Don't get your panties in a wad.
(gasps)
(beeps)
(beeping continues)
(machinery clanking)
Whoa.
Maddy, we are so grounded.
Say good-bye to my X-Box,
my iPod,
my go-cart.
Gonna have to take out the trash,
do the dishes,
massage Grandma's cold feet.
-(sighs) -FERRELL: What?
I-I saw something in sector five.
In that region.
-Sector five, huh? -Mm-hmm.
I was just in sector five!
That was me, you idiot!
(sighs)
Chad, Did I ever tell you the story about the boy
who cried "sector five" one too many times?
Huh?
Holy--
That's where they keep all the money?
Thanks a lot, Mom.
And this is Mr. Brisbane's office.
-Just look at that view. -Someone's coming. Get down.
-(chuckles) -Hold on.
So, I finally have you all to myself.
Well, I like to come up to Mr. Brisbane's office when I know he's not here--
GUS: Maddy, it's way too high to climb to the safe.
There's gotta be some way to bring it down.
Then come help me look.
Gus! (echoing)
Gus, come help me!
(beeps)
(rumbling)
Holy--
-You know the Planet of the Apes? -Mm-hmm.
Well, I was in that movie.
-I love that movie! -(kissing)
Whoa! That's fresh!
What'd you do?
I don't know. I just stepped on this dude's eye.
These numbers match the ones all over the wall.
They're safety deposit boxes.
-I bet you if we press one-- -(whirring)
Whoa.
(sighs)
My mom's gonna kill me.
Retract 3212.
Hit 2357.
(box slides open)
(giggles)
Mama-- (muffled moan)
That's right.
Come to mama.
(laughing) Oh, yeah!
(knocking on door)
(screams)
-(gasps) -Mr. Hart--
(gasps)
And that concludes our tour of the ninth floor.
Let's get you back to the party.
-Stockholders. -Huh.
This is gonna work.
Maddy, you can't climb. This is too dangerous.
You'll never make it.
-I'm doing it. -Austin, you've gotta hack in the main...
whatever and find some way to bring down the safe. Maddy's gonna kill herself.
-Check. Searching now. -Gus, I love you.
Now, do what I say.
Okay?
5344.
(blows)
I'm searching for the hydraulic controls for the safe, but...
You guys, I can't find anything. What's going on in there?
MADDY: 2244.
-GUS: You don't wanna know, dude. -AUSTIN: I do wanna know.
What's next?
4231.
(grunts) Gus!
(quietly) Sorry.
You're killin' me here, dude. Focus.
Retract 4232.
(sighs)
-(tapping on glass) -Good evening, everyone.
How are you? Having a wonderful time, are we? Terrific.
To our generous board of directors,
here's to the only type of success that really matters...
financial. (laughing)
Cheers.
Okay, Gus. Last one.
5343.
(alarm buzzing)
FEMALE COMPUTERIZED VOICE: Security breach.
-Security breach. -BRISBANE: And now--
-(laughs) -(alarm sounding)
(crowd murmuring)
FEMALE COMPUTERIZED Voice: Security breach.
Do something.
Do something now.
Anything.
(alarm continues)
Oh, shoot. Tape?
Austin, the tape. Run the tape.
Okay.
(yawning)
(sniffs)
Mr. Hartmann, the alarm has sounded.
Take it easy. It's only me. Just turn the alarm off.
-I should let out the dogs. -Calm down, Princess.
-It's fine. Just-- -(whimpering)
Really. No. Nothing to worry about.
It's-- I'm right here.
Just turn off the alarm.
Should I, uh--
Kill the alarm.
(alarm stops)
(sighs)
Well, it seems that our security system works.
ALL: (laugh)
Yes. It's just a false alarm, everyone.
So why don't we all just relax and enjoy this wonderful party?
What do you say?
Wonderful. Please.
(applause)
Something's goin' on here.
I'm gonna find out what it is.
Eyes on the monitor!
(sighs)
I can do this.
Maddy, be careful.
Huh!
Maddy, my parents grounded me for a week when I left my bike outside.
Imagine what they'll do if they catch us now.
W-we'll figure out a different way. It's too dangerous.
She's not listening to me. She clearly doesn't understand.
She's climbing up this stupid wall, and-- Austin, maybe she'll listen to you.
AUSTIN: That would be a first.
GUS: I wonder if you can finish the eighth grade in prison.
Oh, wait. If we're in jail, our parents can't ground us. Right?
(panting)
Come on. This cannot be happening.
The cam's stuck. It's stuck.
TOM: Twenty feet from the summit, my gear stuck.
There was this perfect crack runnin' all the way up to the top.
He free-climbed it.
(exhales)
GUS: Maddy, are you free-climbing this?
Maddy, no.
(strains)
Maddy, we never even got to kiss.
(exhales)
(grunts)
(continues grunting)
(straining)
(continues grunting)
She's looking down. She's looking down!
Tell her not to.
Oh, why did I look down? That's high.
Maddy, don't look down.
Ooh, that's high.
(panting) That's not high.
Okay. All right.
(exhales)
Gus looks like an ant. (shudders)
Okay. Here goes.
MADDY (exhales)
Okay.
(breathing heavily) One...
two--
two-and-a-half--
-Maddy, no! -Three.
Whoa!
Maddy!
Aah!
(gasps)
Gus?
-(beeping) -AUSTIN: Oh, no.
She set off a timer, Gus.
She has two minutes to enter the code before the alarm goes off.
Maddy, you've triggered a timer. You've gotta reach the keypad.
(beeping continues)
(whispers) Okay.
"D-E-N-I-R-O."
(tone sounds)
FEMALE COMPUTERIZED VOICE: Access denied.
(groans) Oh, no!
"De Niro's" not the code?
Oh, I can't believe it.
(keystrokes)
I can't break the access code, Maddy.
Your mom designed the safe,
so the code must be something she chose.
What could it be? What did you use?
-"Maxwell." -(keypad tones)
(tone sounds)
FEMALE COMPUTERIZED VOICE: Access denied.
No!
Oh, come on, Maddy! Think!
AUSTIN: Maddy?
Come on.
(quietly) Come on.
What could it be?
Mom, what did you use?
Dad.
(straining)
(keypad tones)
(tone sounds)
FEMALE COMPUTERIZED VOICE: Access denied.
MRS. PHILLIPS: I do think about you, Madeline.
Every day, all the time.
(keypad tones)
"Madeline."
FEMALE COMPUTERIZED VOICE: Access code accepted.
She used my name-- My name as the code.
In your face, Harderbach Financial!
Gus? What happened?
She made it. She's in the safe.
Is the money there?
Hey, Gus, 250 grand comin' at ya.
Nope.
It's down here.
Good job, Max.
All right. I'll meet you guys at the carts.
Austin, we're on the move.
FEMALE COMPUTERIZED VOICE: Exit code requested.
Five, four, three, two, one.
-(alarm sounding) -Code red.
All sectors beginning lockdown.
Come on, Maddy. Run!
-(door slams shut) -Hurry up! Come on!
Come on!
(alarm continues)
FEMALE COMPUTERIZED VOICE: Code red.
Intruder alert.
Code red. Intruder alert.
Hello. Yes. Listen, we have a code seven at Harderbach Financial.
Send everyone. I mean, everyone.
(sighs) Release the dogs.
Hurry! It's closing!
(machinery rumbling)
Dive!
Do not panic, ladies and gentlemen! Would you please take care of this thing?
Tonight we'll sort this out!
(alarm continues)
(off-hook signal)
(both barking)
-We gotta get to the hospital. -MAX (burbles)
He hasn't said a word in his life. Now he won't shut up.
-Hi, Maxie. Come here, buddy. -(chattering)
Let's go see Dad. All right?
(barking, growling)
Doggy.
Austin, you got this one?
Run! (yells)
GUS: "Run"? All you had for us was "run"?
(yells)
AUSTIN: Help! Somebody!
(yelling)
The wall! Get against the wall.
GUS: Get away from me!
-(grunts) -(growling)
-Gus! -Austin?
AUSTIN (straining): My bag!
-(tearing) -Not the money,
-Whoa-- -(ripping sound)
Okay.
MADDY: We gotta get down that chute.
-BOTH (grunt) -GUS: Austin!
Come on, go! Come on, we have to go.
Oh, God.
MAX: Mad-dy.
Ausfahrt!
(both whining)
"Fart"? That's the code word?
-Come on, guys. Let's get to the chute. -(hand clap)
-(claps continue, slowly) -MAX: Uh-oh.
(whimpers)
(snapping fingers)
(snaps)
What have we here?
It's not what you think. We were just--
Save it, doll-face.
We were at the party--
Zip it,
or I'll zip it for you!
Well, young Chadley.
It looks like we've caught our first little trespassers.
And since no one is here to claim them,
then no one will hear them scream!
(whimpers)
FERRELL: First, we're gonna--
Where's my... thingy?
-Lookin' for this, lieutenant? -(arcing)
(yelping)
(gasps)
(shuddering moan)
What are you gonna do, bro?
You just get that money to Mr. P., all right?
Don't you forget who got you outta this one. All right?
Bad Chad don't do this kind of thing all the--
-(shudders, groans) -(arcing)
AUSTIN (chuckling)
Hey, you guys, we really gotta go.
GUS: Geronimo!
MADDY: Whoa!
AUSTIN: Okay, here goes nothing!
Mother?
Ah! (yells) Oh, God!
-Where's Max? Max! -Max?
-ALL: Max. -MAX (giggling)
-MADDY: Max! -MAX: Whee!
Max, you all right?
(burbles)
♪ I'm spittin' venom to your soul We scratch and dent 'em ♪
♪ I kill every opponent with the message that I send 'em ♪
♪ Then I leave 'em with no heart beatin' or lungs breathin' ♪
♪ The last always questioning the demon they believed in ♪
♪ 'Course, to be a star kickin' That's the martial arts ♪
♪ Piercin' they hearts with all these metaphorical darts ♪
-♪♪ (continues) -What's that?
-What? -Around your neck.
Oh.
Well, um--
Well, I guess we got something to tell ya.
Oh, yeah?
You guys, we do not have time for this right now. Come on. Let's go.
I am not goin' anywhere until I find out why Gus has on my chain.
She played us.
That sucks, Maddy.
Let's get outta here, man.
Yeah. I'm right behind you.
(engines revving)
♪ And now I'm bad with my boys we tour to make a force ♪
♪ No one knows the pen's mightier than the sword ♪
Guess it's just me and you, Max.
♪ Boomin' my thoughts into your mighty force ♪
♪ For sure, the pen's mightier than the sword ♪
♪ Destroy the flesh and from the core when adored ♪
♪ Of course the pen's mightier than the sword ♪
Oh!
I think I'm low on gas.
You should have enough to get back.
Love hurts, huh?
(siren burst)
OFFICER: You kids in the carts, pull over now.
Pull over immediately.
Gus, I don't wanna be a juvenile delinquent.
-Austin, pedal to the metal. -(sirens wailing)
WOMAN (on radio): All units respond, 2-11, Harderbach Financial.
OFFICER: Car 22 in pursuit of two go-carts fleeing the scene of a robbery.
WOMAN: 22, repeat. Uh, it sounded like you said "go-carts."
-(engine sputtering) -Gus, I am out of gas.
-I'm goin' down. -Jump onto my cart.
What? Are you crazy?
Hurry up. The cops are right behind us.
One, two--
-(yells) -What happened to "three"?
GUS: Okay, buddy. Hang on.
AUSTIN: Now turn! Look out for the truck.
GUS: I got it. I got it.
(tires squealing)
Gus, they're right behind us!
-Gus, look out for the curb! -Oh, God.
Yeah! They're stuck!
OFFICER: Twenty-two requesting backup.
(tires squealing)
AUSTIN: Wait. We're gonna lose 'em. Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!
GUS: Come on, cart! Come on!
OFFICER: This is the LAPD. You are surrounded.
Pull over your go-cart immediately.
GUS: Oh, yeah! Now we have a spotlight.
You have left the scene of a crime. Pull over your go-cart.
Gus, we're dead now. We'll never get away in this thing.
I've got a few tricks up my sleeve. Don't worry.
OFFICER: Chopper one, splitting off.
-AUSTIN: The helicopter's goin' away. -Hey, what's he doin'?
Okay, Austin. Now let's get rid of these two cops.
You're about to experience a hundred PSI of pure NOS.
-Hold on! -(exhaust blasting)
BOTH (yelling)
Here they come. Chopper one. We've got 'em.
AUSTIN: The helicopter's back! We're trapped!
-Do not approach the helicopter. -Gus, what are you doing?
-We have you surrounded. -Maybe we should pull over.
-Stop your go-cart. -GUS: We're goin' under.
-AUSTIN: No! Don't go under! -GUS: I'm gonna do it!
BOYS (yelling): No!
AUSTIN: That was crazy.
I know. It was close.
-I'm so good, I-- -Gus, look at the road!
Look out for this truck! Gus, look!
-GUS: Duck! -AUSTIN (screams)
-Whoo-hoo-hoo! -Yeah!
-That is so-- -(chuckles)
-Oh! -(laughs)
Whew. Man, did you see that helicopter? Oh, that was great.
-(exhales) Do you think Maddy made it? -Yeah.
Yeah. I'm sure she did. I mean...
-Cops followed us. Right? -Yeah. Yeah.
I'm sure she made it. I'm sure you're right.
We've got to go back, don't we?
Yeah. Let's go get her.
(engine running, revs)
GUS: Okay, Austin. Jump on now.
AUSTIN: Let's go.
Let's get Maddy.
BOTH: Duck!
(chatter on radio)
-AUSTIN: Faster! Faster! -They'll never catch us, Austin.
All right, Max. Almost there.
Only one more block.
-(sirens wailing) -MAX: Uh-oh.
(tires squeal)
OFFICER: Two-seventy-two, I think we found 'em.
MADDY: Okay. Hold on, Maxie.
-BOYS (yelling) -GUS: Maddy, we're back!
You guys, what are we gonna do? We'll never outrun these cops.
GUS: I got it covered.
-Just don't fall behind me. -Okay.
OFFICER: You kids in the carts, pull over now.
-AUSTIN: Gus! They're getting closer! -Not for long.
Here it goes: Operation Jacks!
GUS: Yee-haw! I am a genius!
OFFICER: Car 14, we've been disabled at the corner of Grand and Wilshire.
MADDY: Thanks, guys. Now, keep up!
-GUS: We're right behind you, Maddy. -OFFICER: Back-up requested.
Harderbach robbery suspects on the loose.
Alan! I just heard. How much did they get away with?
MAN: Who's this?
Uh, she's the head of security.
Three suspects. They got away on go-carts.
They hit you for $250,000.
Go-carts?
Yeah. We also found this in the vault room.
They used it to climb up to the safe.
-Do you have the perpetrators in custody? -Not yet.
What I want to know is, why would someone break into a safe with $25 million,
-and steal only $250,000? -Excuse me!
There she is! She's our so-called head of security.
This is all her fault!
Actually, Mr. Brisbane, I did--
Uh, Mr. Brisbane, with all due respect,
Molly did tell you that the security system
-had not been tested. -BRISBANE: Really?
Well, you just got your walking papers, didn't you, Hartmann?
Are you talkin' to me?
(louder) Are you talkin' to me?
Well, you must be talkin' to me,
'cause there's nobody else here. So you must be talkin' to me!
Excuse me.
Monsieur Nuffaut, I must apologize for this strange debacle. I assure you--
It's not me you owe an apology to, Brisbane.
(speaking in French)
If the head of security told you the system is not ready,
then it seems like a-- how do you say--
a knucklehead move to go ahead with this soiree.
(speaks French)
The blame falls squarely on your shoulders.
(speaks French)
Monsieur Nuffaut!
Oh, François!
Couldn't stay away, huh?
Let's go save your dad.
MAX (chattering)
Maddy, what are you doing?
I have the money for the operation, Dad. We're goin' to Denmark.
-What are you talking about? -I got the money!
-(siren wailing, distant) -TOM: Honey.
What have you done?
-(footsteps approaching) -Maddy, we gotta go!
What are you doing?
(bag hits floor)
Madeline, what--
Mom, I have-- I have the money. We can go.
(sighs)
Molly, what is-- what is this?
I warned him...
that the system wasn't online yet.
I know.
And to prove to everyone...
just how vulnerable the bank was,
I had my daughter and her two friends-- three kids-- rob the bank.
And I think if you look in my contract, you will see
that I have a license to perform undisclosed tests to the system
until such date as the system is deemed fully operable.
Are you buying any of this?
Yeah.
Molly was authorized to hire consultants to test the system.
This was all a plan...
a brilliant plan.
MAN: All right. Could you step back, please?
-(shutters clicking) -CROWD (chattering)
WOMAN: Mrs. Phillips-- Mrs. Phillips, is it true
your daughter is a leading suspect in the robbery?
-MAN: Sir? -Mrs. Phillips, please?
Ready?
We understand three children were involved
in the high-speed pursuit,
ending up here at Community Wide Hospital.
Details are sketchy, but it appears the children
have robbed Harderbach Financial of nearly a quarter-million--
And a source inside the bank is saying the robbery
was actually some type of plot to test the bank's security--
Now, stories are swirling, but this reporter has learned
that one of the children has a father in desperate need of an operation.
The child has not been identified,
but her father is registered in the hospital as Tom Phillips.
Now, Mr. Phillips runs a local go-cart track,
and is expected to return home tomorrow, since insurance
-will not cover his operation. -Maddy?
I'm Maria Quiban, Channel 10 news.
(sighs) You know what you did was wrong.
Yeah, I know.
And I know I haven't...
really been there for you.
But that's gonna change. Okay?
-I love you. -I love you too, Maddy.
You have such a big heart.
You guys gotta come down to the track. You're not gonna believe this.
-They're coming. -(cheering, applauding)
What are they doing?
Waiting to buy tickets.
Come on. Let's go.
-Hey, Maddy. -Hey.
Skip, the tickets are only three bucks.
Keep the change. Tell your dad to feel better.
-Thanks. -That's three dollars.
Well, here's a hundred from my parents.
Thank you. Wait. Here's your ticket.
-Six dollars. Here you go. -Tell Mr. P., "feel better."
(chuckles)
-MRS. PHILLIPS: How much? -Four hundred.
(keystrokes)
I have 300.
-Here's two here. -(quietly) Wait. Plus--
Well?
Even with the donations from the news station, we're still short.
(knocking on door)
Molly?
-Mr. Hartmann. -You forgot something.
The consultant fee for the company you hired to pull off the robbery.
(chuckles)
Holy-- $50,000?
HARTMANN: Ah. The hair. The hair.
Well, that should get you pretty close.
And the president of the bank
has authorized any personal loan to cover the difference.
Mr. Brisbane already said that--
I'm afraid he's not with the bank anymore, so call me for whatever you need.
(sighs)
Thank you so much.
HARTMANN: You're welcome.
I finally got my starring role.
♪♪ (man rapping, indistinct)
♪♪ (dance)
-(squeals) -$50,000!
Yes! No.
(cheering)
(laughing, chattering)
Here, Maxie.
Go, Maxie. Ready? Go. Go, Maxie.
MAN: ♪ What up with you ♪
WOMAN: ♪ Yeah, can you feel it ♪
♪ Can you feel it ♪
♪ Lucky lady ♪
♪ Yeah, can you feel it ♪
♪ Can you feel it lucky lady ♪
-Yeah! Whoo! -Yeah!
♪ Yeah, can you feel it ♪
♪ Can you feel it lucky lady ♪
Okay. Here we go. Get ready for the first race of the day!
And I know who you want callin' the race, and it sure ain't me!
Hey, Dad.
Thank you, Madeline.
All right, race fans!
Who do we got in the first race? Uh-oh.
It's John "the Rammer" McGillicuddy.
He's brought out his cart demolition.
Watch out for him in turn number four. Oh, my God.
You know what time it is, so let's hit the gas...
-and kick some... butt. -♪♪ (rock)
-It's race time! Yeah! -MADDY (screams)
-Dada. -Oh! That's right. That's your daddy.
-Whoo-hoo! -CHAD (howls)
(hooting)
MAN: ♪ Quit acting so friendly ♪
♪ Don't nod don't laugh all nicely Don't think you'll upend me ♪
♪ Don't sigh Don't sip your iced tea ♪
♪ And don't say it's been a while ♪
♪ And don't flash that stupid smile ♪
♪ Don't ask me ♪
-♪ Don't ask me ♪ -♪ So sweet, so sweet ♪
♪ Ask me how I've been ♪
Why do I have to choose between you guys?
'Cause you can't have two boyfriends. Come on.
♪ Don't think I've forgotten ♪
-♪ You never liked that necklace ♪ -(sniffs)
♪ So cordial, so rotten ♪
-♪ Kiss, kiss let's meet for breakfast ♪ -(sniffs)
♪ And don't show up so on time ♪
-♪ And don't act like you're so kind ♪ -Okay.
-♪ Don't ask me ♪ -I've made up my mind.
♪ Don't ask me ♪
-♪ Don't ask me so sweet, so sweet ♪ -Turn around.
♪ Ask me how I've been ♪
♪ Ooh, ahh ♪
No matter what, we'll still be friends. Right?
♪ Oh, don't ask me ♪
-Are you kidding? -♪ Don't ask me ♪
You're gonna be our best man.
-Go get her! -Maddy!
Maddy, wait up!
Come on! You didn't choose!
Pick me. Austin's a geek!
-Gus is a blockhead! -MADDY: Dream on, guys.
You'll never catch me. My legs are longer.
-GUS: I'm gonna get you, Maddy. -MADDY (laughs)
-You'll never catch me. -♪ Don't ask me so sweet ♪
-AUSTIN (grunts) -♪ Ask me how I've been ♪♪
♪♪ (rock)
MAN: ♪ Please ♪
♪ Won't you take a lesson from me ♪
♪ Oh, please ♪
♪ When you ask the question of me ♪
♪ With a noble force I need at my back ♪
♪ And a noble steed to mount an attack ♪
♪ Mixed cavalry come from above and singin' ♪
♪ Mixed cavalry come from the love you're bringin' ♪
♪ Mixed cavalry ♪
♪ Please ♪
♪ Won't you put your faith in ♪
♪ Oh, please ♪
♪ Something you'll be safe in ♪
♪ With a routine counterforce at my back ♪
♪ And a noble horse to mount an attack ♪
♪ Mixed cavalry come from above and singin' ♪
♪ Mixed cavalry come from the love you're bringin' ♪
♪ Mixed cavalry ♪♪
♪♪ (fades)
♪♪ (orchestral)