The Iron Giant

Mayday! Mayday!

This is the Annabelle. I've lost my

bearings! I'm taking on water.

My last good reading is

Portland Station to Annabelle.

What is your position?

I don't know exactly. Off the coast

somewhere near Rockwell! Wait.

The lighthouse! I see it!

Over here, honey!

Hey, Mom! You won't believe our

good luck. Guess what I found?

Hogarth, we've been

through this before. No pets.

But he's not a pet, Mom.

He's a friend.

We've got to rent a room

if we're gonna make ends meet...

...and no one wants

shredded upholstery.

You won't know he's there.

I'll cage him.

Until you feel sorry for him

and set him free in the house!

Do you remember the raccoon, Hogarth?

I remember the raccoon.

Please, Mom, at least look at him.

All right. Where is this guy?

I can't read this handwriting.

That one should have lettuce,

tomato, extra mayo.

I will go get him, okay?

So he wants us to hold the mayo

and the mustard.

How about just hold

the flavor altogether?

Excuse me.

Excuse me. Sir?

Excuse me--!

- What's that?

- Please don't move.

My pet's under your table.

Don't look!

If you make a scene,

my mom won't let me keep him.

- What kind of pet, kid?

- A squirrel.

He's friendly.

I'm telling the truth, dang it!

It came from outer space. I saw it.

And it was headed toward land.

I called the government

in Washington about it.

Maybe it was a Sputnik

or an invader from Mars.

That's what it is.

It's an invader from Mars!

A spaceship of some kind.

An unidentified flying object.

Unidentified? Knowing you, Earl,

I'd say it was either whiskey or beer.

I saw it too.

I rest my case.

I believe you.

What if it is Sputnik?

Or a flying saucer...

...from Mars?

I bet we could find it.

Sorry, kid.

I didn't really see anything.

But if we don't stick up

for the kooks, who will?

Is my son bothering you, sir?

No! Call me Dean.

Hogarth, you were going

to get your pet, honey?

I will, Mom.

- Right after I finish talking with--

- Dean.

- Found your pet.

- Where?

Squirrel's up my pants, Hogarth.

I'm trying not to wig out here.

Don't wig out.

Okay. He's heading north now.

I'm sorry, kid. I'd like to apologize

to everyone in advance for this.

Check, please.

It's a rat!

Hello, this is Hogarth Hughes speaking.

Who's calling?

I'm really sorry, but--

Thank you.

I need to work late tonight.

There's cold chicken in the icebox.

You can have that and some carrots--

I'm way ahead of you, Mom.

I'll make it up to you, okay?

- I love you, honey.

- Me too.

And, Hogarth...

...no scary movies, no late snacks,

in bed by 8:
00. Got it?

Come on, Mom. It's me, remember?

Why, the porpoise can communicate

telepathically, Miss Melon.

If we can transplant at least 15%

of their brain matter into ours...

...we may be able to read minds.

Darn. A perfectly good brain wasted.

I think you've seen enough.

How about a nightcap?

Let's say my place.

I was thinking the same thing.

Mind reader.

Darn. I seem to have left

my keys in the lab.

You're gonna get it.

Who's there?

Come on!

Stupid antenna.

Invaders from Mars!

Honey?

Help! Help! Stop! Help!

Don't you know better

than to wander off at night alone?

What if something happened?

I'm sorry, Mom.

Don't you ever do that to me again.

I was so scared.

I thought I'd lost you.

You won't believe this.

Something ate our TV antenna.

No! I'm serious!

But it's not Sputnik,

like Mr. Stutz thought.

No, it's a robot!

No, really, it is!

And the robot, it's 100 feet high!

And it eats metal!

Stop it! Just...

...stop.

I'm not--

I'm not in the mood.

Come on. Let's go home.

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