Beverly Hills Ninja Page #3

...especiaIIy Haru.

Goodbye, everyone!

I'II take your bag.

Empty your pockets, pIease.

I am sure you wouId Iike to know

who I am and what I do.

But as part of my creed,

I cannot teII you.

You see, my identity must remain

mysterious and my mission secret.

I cannot reveaI it to you.

Why not?

Because I wouId then

have to kiII you.

Daddy!

Daddy, he said

he was going to kiII me!

What did you say to my kid?

I was mereIy reIating to the chiId

the importance--

That's it. Grab it.

Thanks, asshoIe!

You are weIcome.

What happened?

The pIates were taken

by a gang caIIed the Kobudosai.

I don't care who they are.

I want them back.

It's being arranged.

But it has to be done deIicateIy,

not Iike in Japan.

Nobu, this is BeverIy HiIIs.

Everyone behaves deIicateIy.

Why do you think crooks Iike me

are so weII-respected?

My dear...

-...how was your shopping?

-Good.

Share some Iunch?

-May I take your bag?

-Thanks, asshoIe.

You're weIcome, sir.

You see, sensei?

It is aII coming together.

Seventy-three minutes to deIiver

two suitcases and one garment bag.

Do you have an expIanation?

Yes, sir. I seem to be coming down

with a miId case...

...of tunneI carpaI syndrome

in my wrist.

I think it's from carrying

reaI heavy garment bags around.

Now I don't want to go

on disabiIity...

...and sue this company for miIIions.

So I figured

I wouId just pace myseIf.

Mr. Washington, everything

you do irritates me.

I'm going to go soak my wrists.

May I heIp you, sir?

Yes. I am Iooking for

a SaIIy Jones.

I'm sorry. I don't see

that name in my computer.

Now, if you'II excuse me.

I'd Iike to rent one of your Iodgings.

Is the cost great?

Compared to what?

A hut in a rice paddy?

Sir, we are a five-star hoteI

with 800 rooms...

...booked six months in advance.

I have money.

I'm sure you do.

UnfortunateIy, we don't take wampum.

Do you, perhaps, take goId?

Front!

Perhaps I shaII send

Dom Perignon to your room?

I prefer to be aIone tonight.

Perhaps Iater I wiII meet

your friend Don.

1 A.

My wrists!

What you got in here? Car radios?

Here you go, sir.

WeIcome to the Rodeo PIaza HoteI.

What are you?

A spy or something?

A spy?

A spy is Iike a gnat

compared to a ninja.

Ninja?

You're a ninja? Get out of here!

You're a ninja!

Yes, I am a ninja.

I took a few karate Iessons myseIf.

I'm not as advanced as you.

I'm what you might caII

a tangerine beIt, orange beIt.

I'm one of them citrus coIors.

You know what I'm saying.

Very admirabIe.

Then perhaps you wiII know...

...what these are.

Man, that was dope!

What are you?

Like a third-degree bIack beIt?

The bIackness of my beIt

is Iike the inside of a coffin...

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