3 Ninjas Page #2

Look at these three runts.

They are not students.

They are family.

Maybe they'd like to work for me.

I teach ninja, not murder.

Look, I want you to train my men.

As you can see,

they're kind of helpless.

You'll get back into training...

and I'll pay you a fortune.

Huh?

- Hmm?

- Is that all you want?

Actually... no.

It's your son-in-law, Sam Douglas.

Get him off my back

for a couple weeks...

for his sake and yours, not for mine.

Or else, you not only lose the money...

you may also lose a son-in-law.

And who knows,

with Douglas outta the way...

there may be no one left to defend...

the honor of your beautiful daughter.

You are getting slow.

Old man, take the money.

Talk to Sam Douglas.

Get him outta my life.

Hmm? Or I will rip out your heart!

Boys, come here.!

Attention!

- Sir.

- Sir.

Who told you I needed your help?

I thought I told you

to stay in the house.

A ninja shouldn't be

overconfident, Grandpa.

That's true.

Come here.

- Ahh.! That's awesome.!

- Cool.!

- Quiet, boys.

- Oh, sir!

Before I show you this...

you must promise me...

you will not use this knowledge

unless you're in severe danger;

that you can only-

only use this technique...

to save your lives.

You promise this?

- Sir. -

Sir. - Sir.

There are a few places

on the body that if you hit...

the person will remember nothing

except how much it hurts.

You can be sure the person...

will not want to continue the fight.

- Rocky.

- Sir.

I want you to hit right there!

Hai-ya.

See? Ah, now, I want

you to hit right there.

But, Grandpa, that's the same spot.

Oh, no, it isn't. Now, hit!

- Hai-ya!

- You see?

Nothing. A half an inch between...

victory and defeat. Now...

I want you to hit here...

here, here, here...

and here.

I want you to practice for one hour

and then we'll go back to the city.

- But, Grandpa-

- I like it-

One hour. Now, practice!

What was it with that guy

in the white suit?

I don't know. From the way he acted,

I think the whole attack was fake.

Those swords were real, buddy.

I don't know. I think

he's an old friend of Grandpa's.

He didn't look very friendly to me.

On top of old smokey

All covered with blood

I shot my poor teacher

- With a. 44 stud

- Whoo-hoo!

- Look who's here.!

- Shut up, Colt!

Your girlfriend, Emily's, coming.

She's not my girlfriend, okay?

- You gonna kiss her?

- Yeah, you gonna kiss her?

No, but I'm gonna kill you

if you don't shut up.

- Hey, there's Dad.!

- Dad! Hey, Dad!

- Dad! -

Dad! - Dad!

- Jerry, we've got that

briefing at 6:
00...

- and I need that ballistics report.

- Dad! Dad!

- Hey, guys, how was your summer with Grandpa?

- Great!

- I wanna show you stuff we learned.

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