Dunston Checks In

Synopsis: Robert's a beleaguered concierge of the luxury hotel owned by Mrs. Dubrow. She tells Robert an undercover reviewer is coming and to look sharp. If he does well he might get a promotion and some time off to take his sons, Brian and Kyle, on vacation. But then the villainous jewel-thief Rutledge checks in with his specially trained orangutan, Dunston. And when Dunston gets loose and tries to escape a life of crime with the help of Brian and Kyle, things go just a little lunatic.
Director(s): Ken Kwapis
Production: Twentieth Century Fox Home Entertainment
  4 nominations.
Rotten Tomatoes:
88 min

Good morning, sir. Welcome to the Majestic.

May I help you?

Lionel Spalding...

and Neil.

Welcome to the Majestic, Mr. Spalding, Neil.

Thank you.

(woman singing opera)

(sings in German)

This is the air shaft to basement.

Do you read me?

I read you. What's your 20?

I'm in position. Found our target.

He's picking on poor Artie.

Artie, I don't care how long

you've been at this hotel.

You must smile when you greet the guests.

You should see this lady who checked in.

She weighs about a thousand pounds.

That's a physical impossibility.

And stay focused. We're on a mission.

Sorry. Ten-four.

One more time like this, and cut.

OK... go.

- Is he on the mark?

- Not yet.

- Kyle, what's he doing?

- Not yet!

(woman sings on / dog growls and yaps)

Now! Now! Now!


Arh! Arh! Arh!


Uh-oh. Air shaft to basement.

We have a problem.

- "What?"

- We hosed some guests.

Abort mission. Repeat, abort mission.

Neil! I'm comin', baby!


- Better get out of here till things cool down.

- Gotcha.


Mr. Grant, you might wanna

step out here a moment.

- Hey, Murray.

- Hey, boys.

- "(Kyle) Slow down!"

- What the...

Wait a minute.

Brian! Kyle!

Better split up, Kyle.

What? Argh!

- Whoa!

- Aaaargh!

Get your hands off me!

Well... isn't this a pleasant way

to start the day?

His name is Neil.

After Neil Armstrong.

"(baby talk)" The first man on the moon.

Yes, he was.

And he's very, very sensitive.

Yes, well, I can see that

just from looking into his eyes.

I just hope he hasn't suffered

any severe trauma.

A hem.

- Mr. Grant.

- Yes. Thank you, Nancy.

Dr. Sultanov.

He's one of the finest

pet psychologists in the city.

Please mention my name,

and I'm sure he'll see Neil right away.

Well, thank you, Mr. Grant.

- Say thank you to Mr. Grant.

- "(yaps)"


We were aiming for Norm, Dad.

He stole our Frisbee.

No. He did not steal your Frisbee.

He dug it out of the smoked salmon,

where you threw it.

We didn't mean to soak any guests.


Kyle, would you hold this?

Attaboy. Would you mind

putting it in right about here?

- Dad.

- No, no. I insist.

Brian, you too.

Bernard, can I have another knife?

Push it in and start carving.

You might as well.

Because if this week doesn't go perfectly -

and I mean perfectly -

and if you two do "anything"

to foul up the Crystal Ball,

I am going to be skewered, roasted,

and served as dead duck flambe.

So unless you two prefer moving

from a five-star hotel to a trailer park,

we will have no further disturbances.

Do you understand?

We're sorry, Dad.


next week...

after this is all over,

we get to go on vacation.


Barbados for ten days, just the three of us.


And we get to be the guests.

And we will nag, and we will complain,

and we will make

other people's lives miserable.


But until that time...

you're both grounded.

- What?

- What?

Come on, guys. Let's go. Dinner.

Hey, I was up to 400 bucks.

- Where's your brother?

- Barbados.

Kyle, what are you doing?


I figure we need spear guns for sharks.

Wouldn't that be cool

if we got to shoot a shark?

- For everyone but the shark.

- Will the hotel have spear guns?

We can ask the concierge when we get there.

Don't you like your steak?

It's OK.

OK? That's the finest fillet in the city.

Well, maybe we should

cook for ourselves one night.

Why? We have a five-star restaurant

at our beck and call.

What if our plane crashes

and we're stranded in the jungle,

and we need spear guns to shoot our food,

but we don't know how to cook it?

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