3 Ninjas Page #3

- Look,Jeffrey-

- It's Colt. - I'm

Rocky. - I'm Tum Tum.

- Michael, you're Tum Tum?

- I'm Colt 'cause I'm fast.

He's Rocky 'cause he's solid, and he's

Tum Tum 'cause... he'll eat anything.

I won't eat dog poop!

It's bad enough he's got you

doing karate. They need new names?

I like my new name.

Sam, come on. We gotta roll.

Look, boys, I gotta go.

Glad you're back.

Don't forget to kiss

your mother hello,Jeffrey.

It's Colt.

- Hi.

- Hi.

Did I hear your new name is Rocky?

Nah, it's just a new name

my grandpa gave me.

I like that name. It's cute.

Uh... I gotta go.

- Yeah, me too.

- Yeah, me too.

Bye.

- Hi, Mom.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey.

- Hi, Mom.

- Where are you going, huh?

Put me down. I'm starving.

Hey. I think you're gonna make

a great ninja warrior.

Whatever.

You think being a ninja's hard work,

try being a mom.

Mr. Brown...

I want you to snatch those three kids

and hold them as insurance...

until the deal with

Colonel Farouk is done.

Douglas doesn't dare touch me

if I've got his kids.

You should've grabbed 'em

when you were at the cabin.

Oooh! But I guess you

knew that already.

Snatch those kids

without getting caught...

or I'm going to crush your head...

until a slimy ooze

comes out of your eyeballs.

No problem, boss.

I'll get right over there.

Mr. Brown, the feds

have us all under surveillance.

Every move we make, they're watching.

We need some outside guys, hmm?

Uh, if I may suggest, Mr. Snyder...

three guys did some messenger work

for us a few times.

M- My sister's kid and his buddies.

Th-They're terrific.

Make the call.

Tell me, have they studied the masters of

our eastern philosophy like our other men?

I, I don't know for sure...

but I know they do a lot of reading.

I must say...

I would most certainly

consider getting radical...

on some lonely,

misbegotten beach with this babe.

She is beauty

for modern man to enjoy.

Hey, amigos.

This is no library. You buy or you go.

Oh, my apologies, my good man.

Hammer, go score the frozen fruit

concentrate and those gnarly snack cakes.

- No sweat, dude.

- Cool.

Marcus, score some nacho chips

and some radical salsa.

- Dude.

- None of that green stuff.

- Dude!

- And you, my good man?

Open up the cash register.

That's right, dude. Us three boneheads

are sticking you up.

- Dude.

- Open up that register before I have to get nasty.

Excuse me, sir.

Could I please use your telephone?

Mr. Festin, good.

Listen, I want you to drop

what you're doing.

I got a job for you.

You have my undivided attention, sir.

Listen, we want you

to snatch a few kids for us.

Would these be any kids, or do you

have some specific ones in mind?

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