The Toy Page #5

Yes.

It's a little light here.

Thank you.

A little light.

Yes, okay, fine.

JACK:

Very pleased to meet you.

This is Eric.

Eric, he would be delighted.

His name is Jack Brown.

Jack, Master Bates.

[LAUGHS]

Mas...

Ah.

Wrap him up.

Wrap who up? Hey, Jack.

Wrap what? I don't get wrapped.

I can't be wrapped unless you have

ribbon or something soft.

This is still light.

[]

Elbows off the table.

Sit up, Eric.

Now, Eric, our stomachs digest

our food a lot better

if we eat some vegetables,

some starch and some meat.

In that order.

Not all the vegetables

at one time.

I hate liver.

I understand nothing but German.

I hate German.

Well, Eric,

it certainly is a pleasure

to have you.

Now, what do you want

to do first?

Six Flags? Delta Queen?

New Orleans?

You know, I have a new helicopter.

How's school?

How's your math?

How are the boys?

Eric.

Does Fancy have to come

to Six Flags with us?

Certainly not. Do you want

Barkley to take you?

I want you to take me.

Eric, I've got a surprise for you.

Your present's arrived. Ha-ha-ha.

FRULEIN:

Not until you finish your liver!

Now just a minute here!

Boys will be boys, God bless him.

[TOYS BEEPING]

Eric, come and finish your dinner.

Get me a hammer.

Not until you finish.

Get me a hammer.

If you don't come

and finish your dinner,

you will not open that

until tomorrow.

JACK:

Are you crazy?

[SCREAMING]

What's going on in here?

She won't help me open my present.

She won't give me a hammer.

What the hell is that?

JACK:
Help!

Oof.

You said I could have anything.

JACK:

Help, please. I need air.

Schatzie, get a hammer.

JACK:
Can I have some air?

Who are you?

JACK:

I'm the new part-time cleaning lady,

sir, at the store.

What are you doing in there?

JACK:

Your son came along

and asked them

to wrap me up,

which they did, in a box.

This box.

I hope you have

a good explanation for this.

You said anything in the store.

Well, he was in the store.

I get to open it. it's my present.

JACK:

What?

Hurry!

Please hurry.

[]

[GROANING]

Didn't I tell you to shave?

Sorry.

Sir.

Sorry, sir.

I mean, come here.

No way.

[FIRECRACKERS EXPLODING

AND JACK SCREAMS]

U.S.:

Now, wait a minute.

Let's not be too hasty.

I'll pay you on an hourly basis.

Sir?

All right, I'll pay you

on an hourly basis, sir.

No way.

Well, what sort of a position

are you looking for?

Slave sound too crass?

I'm serious.

I am too. I'm a journalist.

I've been trying to get a job

on your newspaper.

The only black people you hire

do windows, mop floors.

I don't like it. I tried it.

Believe me, I have dignity.

Take those firecrackers and...

Never mind.

That's not the way out.

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