Clifford Page #3

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thousands of dollars in speakers fees.

Do you understand me?

Do you understand what--

Where did you get that walkman?

Did you steal it? - No.

Oh, my God! Is there no end to your maddness?

No, a kindly old preist gave it to me, da.

- You're lying!

- No.

You're lying to your own father's face!

I have a good one to leave you right here, you little animal.

What a terrible thing to say

to such a sweet child.

I'm dreadfully sorry, Mrs. extra wide load.

What are you packeting now, ha?

About 2000 dozen jelly donughts a day, ha?

Julien, calm down. Your heart.

Daddy, it's coming.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

Theodora, what am I gonna do?

I gotta be on that plane!

- Pappy, pappy, pappy.

- What?

I have a great idea. Doesn't

uncle Martin live in Los Angeles?

Maybe, I can go to his house.

And then you could go to Hawaii

and I could go to Dinasour World.

- Sarah!

- Martin. - Yes.

Martin, it's Julien.

Your brother.

- Your brother Julien.

- Yes.

Martin, look, I know that I haven't made

much of an attempt to keep in touch over the years.

And, I wouldn't blame you if you hang up on me.

But don't hang up, OK?

I'm in a teribble dilemma.

I have tramendous favor to ask you.

I can't believe it.

He went for it.

I'm gonna go to Dinasour World.

I told him that I have this lucrative speaking engagement,

- and then Clifford got airsick.

- Dinosaur world I'm going to.

He almost seemed excited about it.

Excuse me, I'm Martin Daniels.

I'm here to pick up my nephew, Clifford.

- Do you have an identification?

- Yeah.

Right. He's in the bathroom resting.

- Why don't you come with me.

- Thank you.

Clifford.

This is so cute!

Come here, look!

I LOVE MY UNCLE MARTIN

- Clifford.

- Don't reject me!

- Uncle Martin?

- Yes.

Oh, I'm gonna go big!

- Dearest uncle Martin?

- Yes, Clifford.

Can we go to Dinosaur World now?

Dinasour World?

It's closed. It's 22:30, Clifford.

But, I'll let you know a little secret.

I've got a lifetime pass to Dinasour World,

because I designed Larry the--

Scary Rex? You designed

Larry the Scary Rex?

I'm Larry the Scary Rex,

I'm a scary dinasour.

But don't be scared of

my sharp sharp teeth,

and my mighty mighty roar.

- Oh, boy. You're some sort of hero!

- Let's get your bags!

Somebody stole my dog, Snickers!

- Calm down.

Have your guys have loaded

everything on flight 7-91 yet?

Well, so far missing up

mountain bike, a stereo,

a surf board and a big brown dog!

You brought a lot of stuff!

I'm sorry uncle Martin,

my dad's scared of burglars.

He makes us take everything

when we go on a trip.

- And your dog?

- Couldn't leave my Sneakers at home.

Of course you couldn't.

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