Slappy and the Stinkers

Synopsis: Five 2nd-grade kids who don't follow strict rules by their school principal Brinway are dubbed "Stinkers" by him. On the class visit to an aquarium the Stinkers decide that a sea lion called Slappy doesn't feel too good there, "free" him, and plant him into Brinway's hot-tub.
Genre: Comedy, Family
Director(s): Barnet Kellman
Production: Sony Pictures Home Entertainment
  1 win.
 
IMDB:
5.0
Rotten Tomatoes:
0%
PG
Year:
1998
78 min
27 Views

Can I go?

- Right on schedule.

- What about Mr Brinway?

Maybe we should really pee

just to make it look good.

He's busy singing. Besides,

he doesn't even know we're gone.

You just let all the Stinkers

leave at the same time!

- I hate it when you call them Stinkers.

- That's what they are!

We sail the ocean blue...

There's no way they all had to

relieve themselves at the same time.

When you gotta go, you gotta go.

Spencer, Max.

Got a little job for you.

Oh, God! Oh, God!

If Roy catches us in here, we're dead.

And we're stealing his tools.

He'll kill us twice.

Witz, we're on a tight schedule.

Are you in or are you out?

Well, I'm...in. Definitely in.

Good.

'Cause you're gonna be our test pilot.

I'm out! I'm out!

- All right, Witz, you're the man!

- The man's out. I'm out.

Domino, quit that,

I'm getting a headache. Ow! Ow!

- Mr Brinway, we saw them.

- Not now, this is my number!

- The Stinkers are up to something.

- What?

- They stole Roy's leaf blower.

- What are they doing with that?

- Will you sit still?

- Sorry.

I'm about to go where no kid

has ever gone before.

Make sure his helmet's on tight.

He could land on his head.

My head? Sonny, why me?

You should be happy. You'll be

the first kid to fly in a desk chair.

Did you say "die in a desk chair"?

Finished.

- What did you do that for?

- "S" is for Stinkers.

Mr Brinway calls us that. Why not

let him know we're coming?

Ready for take-off.

If something goes wrong,

hit the eject button.

I rigged the chair with a parachute.

- Parachute? I'm outta here!

- Just close your eyes. It'll be fun.

Everybody, stand clear!

Boy, this is just like Apollo 13.

Me and my pops saw it six times.

Five, four, three,

- two, one.

- Tell my mother I loved her.

Houston, we got a problem.

Loaf, how do we stop it?

Catch it and turn off the leaf blower.

What's it doing?

This isn't so bad.

I feel like I'm still on the ground.

Witz, run like The Fugitive!

- Hi, Roy.

- Hey, what up?

I knew you weren't peeing!

Halt!

Sorry, Mr Brinway.

Is it too late to go now?

- Get inside this minute!

- Yes, sir, Mr Brinway.

Wow!

It shaved his butt.

Hit the deck, Mr Brinway.

Look at that. Mr Brinway runs

just like Scooby-Doo.

Hop on, Mr Brinway.

- Hop on!

- What is that thing?

I don't know, but it's headed

for your new Jag.

- No! Not the XJS!

- Don't worry.

No! No!

Please, take me.

Don't take the Jag.

- Thank you, thank you.

- You can get out now, Mr Brinway.

Oh...the edger's still on.

It's off now, you can come out now,

Mr Brinway.

Sneaking out of opera appreciation,

stealing a leaf blower,

ruining my favourite seersucker suit,

causing several thousand dollars of

car-body damage, and more important,

disrupting the entire summer

enrichment programme here.

Your actions are an egregious assault

on the Dartmoor name.

You leave me no choice.

You're all expelled!

Mr Brinway, may I speak to you

for a moment, please?

- Sonny, what are we gonna do?

- He's just trying to scare us.

He's doing a great job of it.

I just wet my pants.

- I...

- Don't waste your breath, Harriet.

- Once I make up my mind.

- It's like a well-made hospital bed.

Once it's made up,

you can bounce a krone off it.

- The board of trustees' meeting...

- What about it?

Sonny and Lucy and Allen

are all on scholarship.

I don't think the board would like it

if you threw them out on the street.

What if the press were to get

hold of it? It could get really ugly.

The board would fire you.

People would point and laugh at you.

Some may even throw rocks.

You'd have to move to another town...

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