Superbabies: Baby Geniuses 2 Page #4

- A new one will be here.

- We'll take care of everything.

- A wig.

That's gotta be Kahuna's disguise.

The kids will be out of the way when

your men are working tomorrow.

- Don't worry about that.

- Poor Archie.

Yeah. He's got serious

abandonment issues.

- We all have issues.

- Speak for yourself, brain boy.

I just mean that you quite

possibly have aggression issues...

...which may be tied

to a theme of mistrust...

...and, ultimately, fear of love.

- I don't have aggression issues.

Don't make me pound

on you to prove it.

Okay, Mrs. Tyson,

don't bite my ear off.

Brandon.

Brandon, thanks so much for

coming by. This is so cool of you.

I was pretty sure

I know why you called.

- So I got here right away.

- Okay, here it goes.

I know the guy usually asks...

It's cool. I was gonna

ask you anyway.

I mean, everyone knows

what a brainiac you are.

- Even the coach said so.

- Brainiac?

You know, I've gotta, like, make

a C-average to play football.

And I felt kind of weird asking

you to tutor me so...

...I'm glad you're asking me first.

- Tutor you. Right.

- You don't have any plans, right?

- No. No plans.

Cool.

Jerk. I hate jocks.

Three thousand dollars for books.

Uncle Stan, can I walk the kids

over to the children's museum?

No. Go ahead, Kylie.

They'll probably love it.

Kylie?

- Hey, you okay?

- I just need to get out for a while.

- Nothing short of a miracle.

- That's what Biscane's paying for.

Quit the jabbering,

give me the blooming disk.

- Thirty million dollars' worth.

- Try 60.

Look out.

You got them?

God, that was close.

Stupid girl!

Hope it's all right.

- What?

- Nothing. Nothing.

Oh, my God, it's gone.

Without that disk, we're sunk.

I could feel Kylie's heart shatter

into a million pieces.

- Poor Kylie.

- Man, if that were me...

...I would've popped him

in the kisser.

We have a problem.

Oh, no, I'm getting nauseous again.

- Go on, mister.

- Go on.

Go on. What do you want?

I don't know what's going on. We

gotta get out of here. Hold on, kids.

Fasten your seatbelts.

This might be a bumpy ride.

What do you want?

Leave us alone!

- What...

- The...

Heck?

It's the Kahuna.

Let's even the odds,

shall we, boys? Bottle up.

It's the Kahuna!

I told you he's real.

Oh, my God.

I love him!

It truly is the Kahuna.

- Who are you? What are you?

- No time for small talk.

- We gotta boogie, little lady.

- Boogie? Okay, but this is nuts.

Scan engine specs.

Mold ignition key.

- Okay, what is going on?

- Key ready.

All right. Let's go.

Warning:
Objects in mirror

are stupider than they appear.

Metal to the pedal.

Oops, forgot something.

No, I didn't.

See you.

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