Herbie Goes Bananas Page #2

- We blew it.

- The car's on the ship.

- The boy's on the ship.

- That thing's going to Rio.

Its first stop is Panama.

We'll be waiting there for it.

The booty was taken aboard

the man of war...

...and the enemy vessel scuttled.

The women

were then turned over to the crew...

...the select ones

going to the officers, naturally.

The wenches were escorted below,

and believe me, there was no poetry...

...or "by your leave,"

or "how lovely you look tonight".

One got to the matter at hand

in short order.

Each captive seaman was then given

100 lashes with the cat...

- ...spread-eagled on the rigging.

- My dear Captain Blythe.

They didn't last long

in those latitudes, I can tell you.

In no time at all, they were bloated

carrion for the birds of prey.

Do have some of

the green turtle soup, Mrs. Purkiss.

It's the chef's specialty.

Well, they'd no sooner

broken out the grog...

...when the entire Spanish Armada

was closing on them.

- Everything looks so tempting.

- Yes, doesn't it?

They were met with fierce resistance

as they clambered aboard.

It was parry and thrust.

Thrust and parry!

- Oh, permit me.

- Thank you.

Anyone else?

Where was I? Well,

the deck was awash with blood.

What are you gonna have?

I think I'll have that captain

on a bed of roses.

A blast of grapeshot

might sweep the deck clean.

Aunt Louise, you're incorrigible.

I know.

I've never regretted a moment of it.

Right this way, gentlemen.

Well, my goodness,

what a pleasant surprise.

Two handsome young gentlemen as our

dining companions. I'm Louise Trent.

- Davey Johns.

- Pete Stanchek.

Pete. This is my niece Melissa.

Well, sit down, sit down.

Just lucky, I guess.

Are you going to Rio?

Not exactly.

I was telling Melissa...

...Rio is a city of romance.

You really, to get the most out of

it, have to share it with someone.

Wasn't I, Melissa?

Aunt Louise.

Well, personally, I won't have

much time for that sort of thing.

I'll be utilizing every moment

copying material for my doctorate.

You're going to be a doctor?

Yes, of Latin American cultures.

Celery?

Cool it with the "doctor" bit.

So what does take you gentlemen

to Rio?

Actually, we're headed further south.

We're entering a car

in the Brazil Gran Premio.

Pete handles the wheel.

The rest of it is my look-out.

- You're a race driver?

- Yeah.

Isn't that fascinating?

I love race cars. Don't you, Melissa?

Not really.

Well... hungry?

But I checked the pressure

five minutes ago.

Everything is fine,

number one, okay.

Yes, I know

how Captain Blythe is.

But I tell you, the dial is right

on the nose. I see it for myself.

Where's the chicken?

Who take my chicken, huh?

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