The Nut Job Page #4

- Hey, hey!

Hey, hey!

Look who's here! It's the boss!

Fresh out of the slammer, huh?

How you doing, jailbird?

Hey, what's it been?

Eight years? Seven years?

Here. Let me get your jacket.

FINGERS:

No, no, no. I shall get that.

LUCKY:
It's fine. I got it.

FINGERS:
No, I got it.

LUCKY:
I said it's all right.

(GRUNTS)

LUCKY:
Just good to see you.

(WHISTLES)

Hey, Precious! Come here.

Say hi to the boss.

(WHIMPERS)

LUCKY:
Say, boss, you look even

better than you did when you went in.

FINGERS:

Hey, boss, you got a new suit?

What is that?

Is that linen? Is that silk?

'Cause you look good.

Tell me it ain't Italian.

LUCKY:
What a sharp dude.

Yeah. Hey...

KING:
I want youse to meet

our new associate, Knuckles.

He'll be the weapons

and the safe expert.

Knuckles, say hello

to Fingers and Lucky.

Hiya, mack. Welcome aboard.

What's buzzin', cousin?

(CRACKS KNUCKLES)

All right.

So, which of you

geniuses found this place?

I did.

Ah, here we go.

I did. And look at all this nutty

stuff, boss. We even got a nut cart.

- KING:
Uh-huh.

- Sorta.

It'll do.

We bought it for a song. And the

place is the perfect cover.

(CHUCKLES)

And the view is swell. All

right, let's get to it. Plans.

Just like we talked about.

Fat city.

Here's the bank.

Vault's right here.

Reinforced steel.

Solid as a rock.

That's why we got these babies.

(LAUGHS)

We go in with a bang,

and go out with the loot!

Here.

Kill the lights! Kill 'em!

FINGERS:
Ah, just probably rats.

KING:
Did you say rats?

(MUFFLED GRUNTING)

FINGERS:
What's his problem?

(SCREAMS)

(BARKING)

Shut her up, Fingers!

I got this.

(HIGH-FREQUENCY WHISTLE)

(WHIMPERING)

Wow. You can hear my dog whistle?

(IN HIGH-PITCHED VOICE)

Can you hear this?

Like, if I talk, like, high?

Like this?

You kiddin' me? Really?

I'm not asking you

if you can hear, I'm ask...

(CHOKING)

Knock it off!

I got enough on my plate without

you two horsin' around, you dig?

Uh... Uh...

Hey, boss, let's show you

fellas the basement, huh?

(LAUGHING)

We barely have enough food

for the next three days,

let alone for the winter.

Make that food last.

It's all we can spare.

Come on, Grayson. Five more.

Let's go! Drop the purse, honey!

It's time to dance!

Okay! Yeah! Rope-a-dope!

All right!

Let's try cheek elasticity.

Yeah! Show 'em

what you got, Grayson!

JIMMY:
Come on, Grayson.

Stretch those cheeks.

Do you really think Grayson

should be coming with me?

I don't think he's recovered

from that hit on the head.

Raccoon thinks it would be good for

morale during these hard times.

After all,

Grayson is the park hero.

What a champ!

Good luck, my dear.

Find food for us.

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