Mr. Popper's Penguins

POPPER SR. ON RADlO:

Bald Eagle calling Tippytoe. Over.

Bald Eagle calling Tippytoe. Over.

Tippytoe, come in. Are you there?

This is Tippytoe. Over.

Did you receive the souvenir package?

Over.

Package received. Over.

ls it snowing there now, Dad?

I wouIdn't know, kiddo,

because l'm in Marrakech.

Whoa!

This is the big one, buddy.

A dream come true.

We have been compromised. Over.

Kiss her for me!

This is Mama Bird. Over and out.

You, get to sleep.

Guess where l am now, pal. Romania!

(HlSSlNG)

Papua New Guinea.

Makes the old Guinea look like nothing.

Bald Eagle calling Tippytoe. Over.

l can reach now.

Wow! How long have l been gone?

Two months and 1 7 days.

Well, don't worry, because Samoa

is what we've been looking for.

This one is going to be my legacy.

Yeahbsolutely.

(CRACKLlNG)

(GARBLED) Bald Eagle calling Tippytoe.

Over.

Bald Eagle calling Tippytoe. Over.

Tippytoe to Bald Eagle. Over.

Come in. Are you there?

Hey, kiddo. l'm right on the verge

of something big here.

But l'm not going to make it home

for your birthday.

l'm really sorry,

but opportunities like this

are hard to find, Son.

(STATlC)

Opportunities like this

are hard to find, Franklin.

l'm about to bag a rare species

on this little expedition.

Fifteen F.A. R. That's a million absolute.

And a landmark building.

Don't thank me,

just start building a statue.

-Morning, Pippi.

-Mr. Popper.

Contract.

(SNlFFlNG)

l love the smell of toner in the morning.

That's the pertinent printout.

And the person we are purchasing

the property from is present.

Let's do it.

Mr. Popper for Mr. Gremmins.

And you are?

Pippi Peponopolis.

l'm Mr. Popper's personal assistant.

l process his paperwork

and l procure his periodicals.

She doesn't even know she's doing it.

-Pardon?

-Nothing.

You can go in.

Mr. Popper, sorry to waste your time,

but l've changed my mind.

l'm not going to sell.

POPPER:
l understand.

Second thoughts

are as valid as first thoughts.

They just come later.

lt's just that this building is my last holding

and if l sell, then. . .

Then you're free, and that's a scary thing.

Hey, l get it.

Doing any sailing this year?

(SCOFFS)

Who has the time?

Yeah. My father sailed

around the world solo.

-Yeah.

-Lucky man.

Yeah, pulled a Hemingway.

Just him and the sea.

You know,

that's always been a dream of mine.

Oh ! (CHUCKLES) He had some stories.

Like that storm off the Horn of Africa.

-The Horn of Africa?

-Oh, yeah.

The sea was calm, the sailing smooth.

When, out of nowhere. . .

(EXCLAlMS)

Twenty-foot swells,

like a hammer punch to the prow.

Dad was a heck of a sailor,

but he'd never seen waves like this.

(BLOWlNG) Gale force winds

straight from the Devil's nostrils

whipped his ship like a rubber ducky.

The salt spray in his face

felt like a thousand needles.

And suddenly, the wind ripped

the mainsail off the mast.

He was doomed.

What did he do?

-What did he do?

-Yes.

He spun the wheel.

Hoisted the jib,

threaded the needle backwards.

And when he came out the other side. . .

Oh, my God !

Oh, my God !

-What?

-lt can't be. But it is.

What is it?

A blue whale.

(lMlTATlNG WHALE CRY)

Like a gentle giant,

the most majestic creature on Earth.

lt's so beautiful.

Can you see it?

His skin glistening in the sun.

A rainbow

in the spray of his mighty blowhole.

Oh, well. You will get out there,

someday.

Mmm.

Wait.

-(MEN LAUGHlNG)

-FRANKLlN:
Way to go, Popper.

POPPER:
Hey, it's what l do.

Gentlemen, what is the future

of Franklin, Reader & Yates?

A long, slow decline,

getting older and weaker

till it has that funny smell

and starts driving around all day

with the left-turn signal on?

Franklin?

Or will it be reborn

with vim, vigor and Viagratality?

l say we meet the future head-on.

Sexy!

Come on, guys. lt's time to commit.

lt's time to go above and Beyonc,

and put a ring on it.

Beyonc is a singer, Franklin.

She's a singer.

Named Beyonc!

Can he hear me?

FRANKLlN:
We had a feeling

this was coming, Popper.

We saw the marble slab in your office.

Oops.

Popper, there's no one more qualified

than you to take a seat at this table.

-FRANKLlN:
Don't sit just yet.

-Okay.

There is one more prize

we would like you to get for us.

Name it, fellas.

Plaza Hotel? Empire State Building?

The Pentagon?

Tavern on the Green.

Tavern on the Green?

What's the matter, Popper?

Nothing. lt's just kind of a rundown place.

lt's the only privately held real estate

in Central Park.

We can build anything we want on it.

You mean, like,

wipe it off the face of the Earth?

Start over?

YATES:
Mmm-hmm.

-lt would be like it never existed.

-READER:
Exactly

But first you have got to get past

Selma Van Gundy.

She has gotten a thousand offers,

turned them all down.

FRANKLlN:
You've got one shot.

You think you can close it?

l'm sorry, have we met? l'm Thom Popper.

l do deals like this in my sleep.

-AMANDA ON PHONE: HeIIo?

-POPPER:
Hey, Amanda, we're pulling up.

-Can you make sure the kids are ready?

-Yeah.

Last time it took a while.

-Keep it running.

-Sure thing, Mr. Popper.

Thomas! Greetings.

Greetings, Rick,

and welcome to our planet.

Lately, we've been using the word, "Hi"

or a simple, "Sup?"

How are you?

l'm better now. Thank you.

No, really, Thomas, how are you?

Really, l'm good.

Please look away.

Okay, l will.

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