Flushed Away Page #5

No wonton! You want rice? Fried or white?

Fried. No, wait!

You want wonton or what?

Cancel that order.

Rita?

Just go away, please.

I'm sorry.

Sorry?

Me and my dad worked these drains for years.

He broke every bone in his body trying to get that ruby.

It was going to be the answer to all our prayers.

Now it turns out it was a stupid fake.

Maybe I can make it up to you.

- Get stuffed. - No, no, no.

I mean it. Back at my place, we've got

a jewelry box crammed with rubies and diamonds. Real ones.

All you have to do is get me home to Kensington...

...and I'll make you rich beyond your wildest dreams.

How do I know this ain't just a load of old rubbish?

Well, I suppose you'll just have to trust me.

I must be out of my mind.

All right. You've got yourself a deal.

Go on.

You too.

Your own hand.

Where are those idiots?

It's so hard to get good help these days, my boys.

That's right. Come on out, my lovelies.

Cheer your old dad up.

Poor Daddy, surrounded by filthy rats

in this joyless, sunless void!

But don't worry, little men.

Daddy will get rid of them all! He will.

They'll all be deady-weady.

Did you find it?

Did you find it?

Well, we got most of it, boss.

Forget the ruby! It's the master cable that I want.

The one that grubby creature Rita took.

Without it, my plan is ruined!

OK, chief. Forget the ruby. Ruby's gone.

See? See? Moving on. We are now your cable guys.

Focused. Cable-centric, boss.

You need to be back in time for the World Cup Final.

Great! Are we watching the game together?

Just get the cable!

Keep your legs straight!

Are you sure we should be stopping with goons after us?

We aren't gonna get far without a map, are we?

Is that a house?

Yes, and it's very dangerous. So...

...why don't you wait here.

Waiting here. Excellent idea.

Watch out for the pirana.

Rita!

Here you go, Annie. You, Shamus.

Mimi, get your finger out of your nose. Fergus.

- Jojo, no biting. - That is wild good!

Rita!

Rita's back!

- Rita! - Mum! Oh, Mum.

Thank goodness you're safe.

Rita!

Hello, Dad.

Give us a hug, girl!

Mom, there's a peeping Tom outside!

Tom?! Ohh, it's Tom Jones!

Mother, it's not Tom Jones.

That's just my passenger.

- He's very good-Iooking. - He is not coming in.

Soup's on!

It's lovely. Thanks, Mum.

So how long have you been Rita's boyfriend?

He's not my boyfriend.

Will you make an honest woman of my daughter?

Dad!

We were thinking of a spring wedding, right, cream puff?

Look, I want all of you to know he's...

Tom Jones!

So your name is "Roddy," is that right?

Yes, that's right. Roddy St. James.

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