Chitty Chitty Bang Bang Page #3

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But Mr Coggins says if we asked you...

- Ask me what?

- He's a horrid, mean, old man.

- Mr Coggins?

- The junkman.

He'll take it and burn it.

What are you going on about?

- Our car.

- What about it?

Mr Coggins is selling it to the junkman.

And the junkman's

going to put it in the furnace

and skwodge it all up

till there's nothing left.

That's terrible.

We can't let that happen, Grandpa.

No, definitely no.

- We knew you wouldn't let him.

- So we can have it for 30 shillings.

- 30 shillings?

- You can pay him tomorrow.

Yes, well, I suppose

we can work something out.

- Good!

- Hurray!

- Are you all finished?

- Yes, Daddy.

I think you should go run up to bed.

- Goodnight, Grandpa.

- Goodnight, my boy.

- Goodnight, Grandpa.

- Goodnight, my darling.

- Goodnight, Daddy.

- Goodnight.

You've done it now, haven't you?

You think Coggins might do a deal?

Him down the road? Sure.

He's so mean he wouldn't light

your pipe if his house was on fire.

Did you hear that?

You know what that means?

I'll be up all night, rain pouring in.

Why don't you sleep in the workshop?

In the workshop?

You promised to fix my bedroom roof.

- I will. It's just...

- Caractacus, my boy. Listen...

It's time you woke up.

- At your age, I did a day's work...

- For a day's pay, polishing boots.

I was the smartest batman in the army.

When my brigadier went into action,

the natives were so blinded by his boots,

they couldn't see to fight.

Catch me death of cold.

He don't care.

Nobody cares. Me own son.

She was right. Who wants

sweets with holes in them?

Edison, stop that whistling.

Edison, do that again.

Edison, you're a genius.

The employment office is in the rear.

You see, I've invented these sweets.

Really? Name?

- Whistling sweets.

- Mr Whistling Sweets.

Mr Whistling Sweets!

No. I'm Potts.

May I see the managing director?

Lord Scrumptious sees no one

without an appointment.

- How do I get one?

- Hello, children.

- Jeremy, it's Truly.

- Hello, Truly.

Miss Scrumptious, how nice to see you.

Good morning, Phillips.

Please tell my father I'm here.

Of course, Miss Scrumptious.

- Are you here on business?

- Yes, Miss...

Father? Truly Scrumptious?

- You're his...

- Daughter.

Let's go.

- You haven't shown your invention.

- I don't think that'll do much good.

Just a moment.

Exactly what was it...

- You've seen them.

- Oh, those.

- But they whistle.

- Whistle?

- Those holes.

- You just blow through them.

They're very ingenious.

Kind of a novelty.

Sssh!

Please go in, Miss Scrumptious.

You can come back in three weeks.

- Show Mr Potts in.

- Now?

- But His Lordship...

- Now.

Please follow me.

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