Bigger Fatter Liar Page #5

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Well, I'm Mr. Wolf's

executive assistant.

I'm sure I can handle this.

My instructions were

very specific, Penny.

Cyberdatetoday.com?

Oh, Penny.

Just give it to me!

No!

Look, kid, it's just a pizza!

Oh.

Mr. Wolf's office.

Hi, Penny, it's Mike.

Mike?

I had a really good time

last night at, uh...

Olive Garden?

Oh! So did I, Mike. I didn't

expect to hear from you so soon.

L need to see you again.

Can you meet me right away?

When?

Now.

Right now?

I know it sounds crazy,

but I have to see you.

I need to tell you how I feel.

Oh, Mike.

I think this could be the start

of something very special.

I'm in the lobby.

I'll be right down.

Oh!

You're still here. Fine, yeah.

You can go. Fine.

Thanks.

Good luck.

Thanks.

Wait. What? Uh...

Don't worry, Mr. Wolf.

We'll do our best to see that

Big Fat Liar launches on time.

You'd better, because if

it doesn't, Candy... Kenny.

Yeah, whatever.

The point is, is that if

you don't fix this game,

I'm gonna see to it that you spend

the rest of your pathetic life

programming talking baby

dolls till your ears bleed!

Hi. Remember me?

Penny!

She's on a date.

All right, everybody, get out.

Now!

Now!

So, let me guess. This is

about, um, Big Fat Liar, right?

So you do remember?

What do you want, kid?

What do you think he wants?

Uh, money, credit

and an apology.

Actually, no.

What?

What?

All I want is for you to call

my dad and tell him the truth.

Seriously? We came all

this way for that?

You want me to call your dad,

Daddy, and tell him that I,

um, stole your idea?

Exactly.

Let me think about that.

Yeah, I'm gonna say no.

Mr. Wolf.

Larry...

Mr. Wolf.

Come on! Think about it.

I think we both know you want

to do the right thing.

Pretty much goes without saying that

if I'm going to steal somebody's idea,

which you have

absolutely no proof of,

I'm probably not going

to do the right thing.

Security!

Mr. Wolf?

You're making a big mistake.

Is that a threat?

Let me tell you something, kid.

I didn't get this far in the corporate

snake pit by being intimidated,

especially by some

smart-ass kid.

So why don't you and

Fly-Over Barbie here

go back to Hooterville,

where you belong?

I came up with Big Fat Liar, and I

am never going to admit otherwise.

Oh, Mr. Wolf,

I am so sorry.

Oh! So am I, because the unemployment

line is so long these days!

Steroids, get these two

out of my sight.

Yes, sir.

Hey!

Nice try with the phone.

Beat it.

Kids!

Zip it.

Well, it was worth a shot.

If it's any consolation,

I believed you all along.

Oh, this isn't over.

Well, what else can you do?

You heard Wolf.

You don't have any proof, and

he's not going to admit anything.

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