The Blob Page #2

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to prove anything?

We can beat this kiddie car

of yours going backwards.

[ Man ]

Oh, that's a foregone transfusion.

- Okay.

- [ Men Squealing ]

Now you're talkin', king.

And we'll do it

just like you said.

- What did I say?

- Backwards.

- Huh?

- See if you could beat this

kiddie car going backwards.

- To the light.

- Okay. You say when.

Okay.

- [ Engines Revving ]

- When !

[ Tires Screeching ]

[ Both Laughing ]

I told you.

I got to leave now.

Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh !

Steve.

[ Car Approaching ]

All right,

what's this all about?

Hi, Dave.

Hey, what's up, huh?

I seem to be missing something.

What's going on?

We're just sitting here

waiting for the light.

Oh, you mean

that light down there.

Yeah.

And you do know you're

on the wrong side of the road?

[ Nervous Chuckle ]

I don't--

Would you think it was funny

if your father--

if Jane's father heard you were

booked for reckless driving?

Okay, don't bring the fathers into this.

I'll never do it again.

- Do what again?

- Huh?

Do what again?

What-Whatever you think

I'm doing, Dave.

Like driving

on the wrong side of the road?

Well... yeah, yeah.

Or maybe even

driving backwards?

Hey, Dave, that's an idea.

You know that 80 or 90 percent

of the accidents are front-end jobs.

You know, in Australia

they got airplanes...

with the seats

set in backwards...

so in case you get

a collision, they got...

no concu--

[ Laughing ]

No good, huh?

Okay... lock me up.

You mean, you were dri--

Why?

What am I gonna do with you kids?

You know I don't wanna haul you in.

No more foolin' around,

Dave. No, I mean it.

l-- swe-- I promise.

Right, Jane? Huh?

- Right.

- See?

- No more horseplay.

- No more horseplay, Dave.

- No, no more fooling around.

- Get outta here.

[ Engine Starts ]

Here they come.

Hey, what happened?

- Sergeant Bert?

- No, no, no. Dave.

- Oh, you're lucky it wasn't Bertsie.

- Yeah, you're not kidding.

- You don't know the half of it.

- What?

- Last night we seen Gig's car

parked in front of Nancy's.

- Listen to this.

So we decided we'd move it,

hide it on him.

So we're moving it down

the center of the street...

[ Laughing ]

when along comes Sgt. Bert.

- [ Laughter ]

- So Mooch tells him we can't

get it started, you know?

He says, "I don't care. You're blocking

traffic. Move it out of the way."

So then he gets out of the car,

comes over to us...

and he's helping us move Gig's car.

[ All Laughing ]

Just then, Gig

comes out of the house...

and he's yelling,

"Who's stealing my car ?"

- I thought Bertie would drop his teeth.

- I bet he did.

- [ All Laughing ]

- If Gig didn't cover for us,

we would've been in trouble.

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