Mr. Magoo

Oh, Magoo, you've done it again.

Another day in the can.

Good night, Mrs Wonderbottom.

Ugliest hairdo I've ever seen.

Hold the elevator!

Aha!

Express elevator.

Elevator with a view!

Now that's what I call

an express.

Good Godfrey! Earthquake!

Don't panic, everyone.

We've got enough canned food here

to cover any emergency.

That's better.

Carry on, boys.

Parking lot. Mm-hmm.

Whoopsie.

By George, somebody fix the lights...

before anyone trips.

The escalator to the parking lot.

Such sophistication!

- Good night, Henry.

- Good night.

Right turn only.

Road hog!

Blasted potholes!

The checkered flag?

Magoo, you, you speed demon, you!

You've still got it.

El Nino's back.

Oh, Magoo, you've done it again.

And tonight, Quincy Magoo,

the canned vegetable king...

will dedicate the new museum wing

he has donated to the city.

The Magoo Rotunda will house

a travelling exhibit...

of the treasures of Kuristan...

including the rarest of all rubies,

the Star of Kuristan.

Treat her gently, young fella.

Check underneath. I think

there's something rattling there.

Yes, you dropped the keys, my boy.

It's the most precious ruby

in the world.

- Lovely.

- It's just gorgeous.

- It's exquisite.

- Exquisite.

No. Actually it's corundum.

That's an aluminum oxide.

Okay, don't take my word for it.

Exquisite is an adjective,

not an element.

All right. If you're so smart,

how come Mr Cloquet told me...

to watch you like a hawk?

Cloquet said that?

Why is it that someone always seems

to burn the rumaki?

Maybe you should see

another eye doctor.

Waldo, Hiram has been my optometrist

since I was a small boy in knee pants.

He's like 2,000 years old.

All his other patients are dead.

You can't hold that against him.

But he's still making appointments

with them.

Trust me, you need a second opinion.

Oh, my gosh!

- Would you, would you look at that!

- What?

Wait, don't look. Don't look.

- What?

- She's coming this way.

Mr Magoo?

I am Stacey Sampanahoditra

of the Kuristani foreign office.

Oh. This is my nephew Waldo.

Waldo Magoo. It is an honour.

Oh.

Uh, you'll have to forgive him

sometimes.

He gets like that, lost in thought.

Quite a scholar, you know.

Graduated with a large class.

Isn't that right, Waldo?

Waldo?

Waldo!

Yeah. L-l, I w-went there to college.

Oh.

Uh, Waldo, why don't you invite,

uh, Stacey to our opera tomorrow night?

I would be most honoured, sir.

Stacey...

will you join us

for the opera tomorrow night?

It's a, uh, benefit performance.

Uh, we're doing excerpts

from the Norsemen saga.

I look forward to it.

Please excuse me.

I must greet diplomats.

That's a very attractive young lady.

But I'm, I'm such a fool.

l-I tried to offer her a snack.

Oh, Waldo, don't be so hard on yourself.

Cupid makes fools of us all.

And now, as curator of this museum...

it is my pleasure

to present our benefactor...

a man of great vision,

Quincy Magoo.

- Step right this way, sir.

- Ah, well, thank you, thank you.

Ah, well, may, uh, may all

of the exhibits in this hall...

chime with the light

of human knowledge.

My dear, thank you.

Thank you.

Hey!

Look out! Watch out!

Oh, yes.

Great Scott!

What is this, indoor fireworks?

What a wonderful touch.

Excuse me.

Or a blackout.

I should inform the power company here.

Get that fixed,

and get these lights back on.

Hello down here.

Public telephone.

Oh, what... Excuse me, sir.

We have an emergency...

Great Scott!

We have an injured man here.

Bandaged from head to foot.

Help. Some assistance, please.

And whoever did it

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