Herbie Goes Bananas Page #3

So you think you can steal

Armando's dinner and get away with it?

Well, we're gonna see about that.

Oh, yes.

Okay, open up.

Open up, little car.

No car's gonna eat my dinner.

Open up, I tell you, now.

Open up!

Open.

Open up!

This is the number one hold.

Some of your cargo is broke loose.

Send the off-watch down here fast.

No, but I mean real fast. Si!

- What's going on?

- That car has no driver!

Better notify Captain Blythe.

All right,

spread out and be careful.

Now!

And I'm to believe that this car...

...ate your chicken dinner?

And then he spit out the bones.

Who is this?

Wiper, third class.

Armando Moccia, sir.

Do you know the penalty for drinking

on duty, wiper, third class?

No, Capitn,

Armando no touch not one drop.

The car, then he eat my apple.

I know this because I hear

with my own ears.

Munch-a, munch-a, munch!

Munch-a, munch-a, munch-a, huh?

Do you know what I'm going to do

with your ears?

Where is the car now?

It went for a drive after dinner.

And was it smoking a cigar

and drinking a brandy?

The perpetrator

of this little jest...

...will receive 50 lashes before

ship's company and then set adrift...

Captain!

Perhaps you'll be good enough

to tell me about your grandson Snookie...

...another time, Mrs. Purkiss.

Wiper, third class,

Armando Moccia?

Aye aye, sir.

Okay, men. Secure it.

Get the blocks and make it good.

Capitan...

Munch-a, munch-a, munch-a. Si!

See?

Now, how did you

want to handle that?

You mean pay for it?

Or did you plan to reassemble

the stoneware yourselves?

It's not our responsibility.

I'm your captain,

judge and jury!

I'll decide

what's your responsibility.

Captain!

The... the cargo manifest

states unequivocally...

...that you, Peter Stanchek,

are the sole owner of the car.

You are the consignor

and the consignee.

Your car did the damage. Ergo...

- But Pete wasn't driving.

- Start!

I have been advised

by our public relations department...

...to waive

all charges of kidnapping...

...and smuggling illegal aliens

into a foreign country.

Where is that kid?

In the storeroom, where he will

remain until we reach Panama...

...when he will be turned over

to the port authorities...

...and returned

to his native country.

In the meantime,

your automobile will be impounded...

...until your obligations are met.

Captain!

Gentlemen?

I do hope you've been enjoying

the cruise so far.

Remember we have a shuffleboard

tournament on main deck at four bells.

And disco lessons

in the lounge at six bells.

Thanks, anyway.

Maybe we can write the Captain

an IOU and pay him out of our winnings.

There's no way we can raise

that kind of money.

Maybe we should chalk it up to experience

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