Critters 3 Page #3

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again.

Hello, girls.

How you doing, eh?

Are you a little hungry?

How about I give you to

the old farts upstairs tonight?

Iris Arms apartment complex,

Frank Longo

at your service.

Longo, what's

the good news?

Yo, right here.

Right here, Mr. Briggs.

I hope you did

what I'm paying you for.

Yes. Yes, I did.

Yes, I did.

Mario is history

as of right now.

You promised me

all of them.

- I lose my investors...

- Hey.

The way I look at this,

is that you are making

all the "el giganto" profits

off the sale of this shithole,

not little old moi.

- You listen to me, Frank.

- Well...

maybe it's time that you get

down here and get involved.

I hired you so I wouldn't

have to get involved.

I'm not lifting another finger

until you pay me for Mario!

You got that?!

You can take that to the bank!

Balls!

Hello?

Hello?

Where are you?

What are you doing out

without Uncle Frankie's

permission, huh?

Go back upstairs

where you belong!

Work with me!

What this dump needs

is a good four alarm fire.

- Dad, dinner's getting cold.

- Coming.

I want you to listen

to the Menges.

Sometimes I think

you don't listen.

I'll be back

Friday night.

- Oh, toothpaste.

- Got it.

You really should pack

some vitamins, too.

And I want you to help her

make beds in the mornings.

She's not a young woman,

you know.

- I'm done.

- Can't you wait for Dad?

Mr. M promised me

pirate stories.

- Bye.

- Bye.

- You be a good boy.

- Okay.

- See ya.

- See ya.

- Dad.

- Hmm?

What's going to happen

to the Menges?

I mean, where will

they go?

We're going to have

to move too, you know.

They'll get us out.

Dad, you're going to have

to deal with this.

You got to think about it,

make some decisions.

Annie...

I'm going

to eat my dinner,

and then I'm going to watch

some moronic situation comedy,

and then I'm going to sleep

the sleep of the dead.

Can we worry

about this tomorrow?

I love my work.

Ow, ow, ow!

Hot! Hot!

Damn teenagers!

Wh...?

Oh! Oh, oh...

Hairballs.

Did you hear something?

No.

Tell Johnny bedtime,

one hour.

That goes for you, too.

Oh, and give this check

to Mrs. Menges.

It's for taking care

of you guys.

Tell her I'll cover

the rest of it when I get back.

Dad, remember how much fun

we used to have?

Yeah.

What was I like then?

Shorter.

Dad...

maybe I could

go get Johnny

and we could play a game

or something.

Honey, give me your

battery-powered TV, would you?

Oh God.

- Who's there?

- It's just me.

Laundry night.

I'm a little spooked

tonight, too.

Did you hear

screaming before?

It was probably

just Frank.

- What is eating him?

- I don't know.

Frank's just naturally

repulsive.

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