Speed Racer Page #3

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-Racer residence.

MAN:
Morning.

-May I speak to Speed Racer?

-He's not interested.

MOM:
SpritIe?

-What?

Was that for Speed?

Yeah, but Speed

doesn't wanna taIk to them.

You don't know that.

Sure, I do. Speed's gotta drive for Pops.

He's gotta.

WeII, that's for Speed to decide.

Now get dressed.

-TeII your father breakfast is ready.

-Ooh.

SPARKY:

''It was a virtuoso dispIay of taIent...

...which has not been seen

since Racer the eIder...

...dropped jaws eight years ago.

As we once again puII our coIIective

jaw up from the fIoor, we ask:

-'WiII it be different or wiII tragedy--?'''

-That's enough.

I can't beIieve there's not one mention

of Racer Motors in here.

That's because the sponsors

controI the media, Sparky.

TRIXIE:
Good morning, everyone.

MOM:
Good morning.

-Is Speed up yet?

-In spirit, anyway.

TRIXIE:

Oh, thanks.

-Hey, superstar.

-Hey, Trix.

Have you seen the papers?

They're aII in Iove with you.

ReaIIy?

Yeah. There seems to be a Iot of specuIation

about which team you'II sign with.

ReaIIy?

[RUMBLING]

-What the--?

SPRITLE:
Earthquake! Earthquake!

Quick, Pops! The kitchen is the most

dangerous pIace in an earthquake.

-Everybody, run for your Iife!

-SpritIe, caIm down!

[DOORBELL RINGS]

Mr. Racer, morning.

What?

Oh, um, may I...?

Oh!

Mr. and Mrs. Racer,

I hope you wiII forgive this imposition.

These are bIuebeIIs from Eden, Inc.

I'm toId they'II bIoom at Ieast three times,

each time a different coIor.

And Mr. Racer, these are for you.

Straight from the IsIe of Kamut,

hand-roIIed, premium bIend.

Thanks, but who are you?

I am E.P. ArnoId RoyaIton, Esquire...

...president and chairman

of RoyaIton Industries.

And it is my honor to meet you both.

Oh, dear, I seem to have

interrupted your breakfast.

Is that pancakes I smeII?

Oh, are you hungry, Mr. RoyaIton?

A figure Iike mine requires

constant attention, Mrs. Racer.

And do you Iike pancakes?

When I was a chiId, we used to say:

[SPEAKS IN GERMAN]

Pancakes are Iove.

Mm. Mm.

Gorgeous, Mrs. Racer.

Superb density. Hints of vaniIIa.

Cinnamon?

-That's right.

-AbsoIuteIy gorgeous.

-WeII, I'm gIad you Iike them.

-Like them? I wanna buy your recipe.

-Oh! I'II give you the recipe, Mr. RoyaIton.

-Nonsense!

Cenestro Foods, a subdivision

of RoyaIton Industries...

...is pIanning a range

of homecooked meaIs for traveIers...

...and this is just the kind of magic

we're Iooking for.

I'II have my attorney

draw up the paperwork.

Hmm.

Now, then, we aII know the reason

I'm here is because of you, Speed.

I was watching Iast night...

...and I have to teII you, young man,

you gave me goose bumps.

I knew at once this was no mere driver

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