(BARKING)
- (CRASHING) - (BARKING)
- Morning, folks. How you doing? - Morning, Ozzie.
(BEEPING)
I hear he's some kind of inventor.
(YAPPING)
DIANE: Nick, breakfast.
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)
DIANE: Nick!
I'm coming.
(MUSIC STOPS)
(SINGING)
- DIANE: Wayne. - Yeah, honey?
- DIANE: Where's the baby? - He's in the playpen.
DIANE: He gets out of the playpen.
No, I fixed it.
DIANE: Sweetheart, I hate to remind you,
but the last time you fixed the playpen,
he still got out of it.
Well, he won't get out this time.
Hi. Will you, big buddy, huh?
I'm certainly capable of fixing a playpen, aren't I?
You're just a little baby after all.
- Your hat? - It's my helmet.
- New one? - Yeah, it's a new one.
See, it shaves me. See that?
There.
DIANE: Amy, it's decided. I'm going with you. Period.
Mom, in the first place,
I'm not the first girl who has ever gone away to college.
And in the second place, we're...
- Mom. - Excuse me.
DIANE: Amy, I'm gonna help you get settled in.
- (DOG WHINING) - DIANE: That's it.
- Want a noise? Noise? - Yeah, I want to hear a noise.
- This one? - Yeah, not this time.
- ADAM: This one. - Okay.
- (BEEPING) - (CLANGING)
(WHISTLE BLOWING)
- Hear it? - Yep, I heard it.
- More? - Sure.
Mom, let's say you were a girl.
I think I can visualize it.
Would you think I was a nerd? Just by looking at me I mean.
It's a rhetorical question, mom. It doesn't require an answer.
Am I any girl in particular?
No.
Just a girl I might, I don't know...
ask to go to the movies or something.
Nicky, you are turning into a very handsome young man.
You're going to be just like your dad.
WAYNE: Honey,
can you help me adjust this servo regulator?
Now, if you and Nicky want to get out by yourselves while I'm gone,
the baby-sitter's number's in the kitchen.
- What's with him? - I think there's a girl.
Nick? Our Nick?
You know, he's growing up, in case you haven't noticed.
- (ELECTRONIC REVERB) - (LOUD BANG)
(NOTES TWANGING)
- Uh-oh. - (SCREAMS)
- ADAM: I'll fix it. - NICK: I'll fix you, you little punk!
Nick, stop.
- Adam, no. - Sorry, Mama.
Yes, I should hope so. Come on.
- Oh, man. - You're getting to be a big boy.
How do you keep getting out of there, anyway?
I think maybe we should forget about the playpen idea.
I said I could fix it.
I'm not stupid.
I never said you were stupid.
Taxi's here.
WAYNE: So what's for breakfast?
Anything good?
Mmm, fantastic.
The taxi's gonna take mommy to the airport.
And then mommy's gonna show Amy her new room at school.
Hopefully they'll tire him out at day care.
So when I get home, he'll take a late nap.
No nap!
Honey, we don't say the "n" word around two year olds.
NICK: Adam.
Colored car.
Okay, now, Adam's lunch is in the freezer,
and I put the baby-sitter's number on the refrigerator.
Is there something I'm forgetting?
- I'm sure I'm forgetting something. - Diane, Diane, relax.
Don't you think I can handle things around here?
Of course, you can, honey.
- Ooh (GIGGLES). - AMY: Break it up, guys.
Don't worry, dad. She'll get there and realize there's nothing to do,
turn around, and come right back.
Bye.
Bye, Nick.
DIANE: Come on, Amy, we got to get going.
Oh, don't forget to drop Nick and Adam off on your way to work.
Gosh, the time.
I got to get you to work. I got a big test today.
- Bye. - Bye-bye, Mama.
WAYNE: Come on, come on.
Come on, come on.
You can do it. Atta girl.
(TIRES SCREECH)
COMPUTER: Szalinski test number 1277.
Crystal group 5.
MAN: Shouldn't we wait for Szalinski?
HENDRICKSON: Maybe this will teach him to be here on time.
Szalinski isn't running the show; I am.
This better work this time, so concentrate.
COMPUTER: Nine, eight, seven, six, five,
four, three, two, one, zero.
(MACHINE WHIRRING)
(MACHINE DIES DOWN)
Here.
(WHOOSHING)
(SPLATTERS)
WAYNE: Sorry, everybody.
There were some large cumulonimbus clouds blocking the sun
and I lost power.
And my son got a job for the summer, Wet and Wild,
and I had to drop him off.
What's that stuff on your face?
Oh, excuse me, Dr. Hendrickson?
I'm sick and tired of this.
Now, we have had some success
replicating Szalinski's experiments shrinking matter,
but reversing the process, enlarging matter,
has seen us run up one blind alley after another.
Clifford Sterling demands results.
His board of directors demands results;
the United States government demands results;
- and as project director... - Excuse me, Dr. Hendrickson.
I beg your pardon, Wayne.
As project co-director, I intend to deliver results.
I've been doing some work, on my own, on the problem, sir.
- Yes, Wayne. - I think you'll find
- if you look at these calculations... - Wayne, Wayne, Wayne.
When you licensed your device to Sterling labs,
you were promised the finest minds in the country would be working on it
and they are.
- I know that, sir. - Good, good.
But I think if you look at these notes,
- you'll find that although... - (CRASHES)
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
Mandy?
- Yeah, Rick? - Nick.
Nick.
(HORN HONKING)
BOY 1: Hey, Nick, your dad's here in his spaceship.
- BOY 2: It's the dweeb mobile. - BOY 3: Here we go again.
Hey, Nicky! Want a ride?
BOY 4: Hey, look at the nerdmobile.
- (KIDS CONTINUE LAUGHING) - Oh, man.
BOY 5: Have a nice flight.
- Thanks a lot, Dad. - For what?
Nothing.
Dad, were you ever popular in school?
You bet.
I was president of the astronomy club two years in a row.
We were happenin' guys.
So, Mom tells me that... there's some girl?
What?
No. No, I.. I was just wondering.
(ROCK MUSIC BLARING)
WAYNE: How was your flight?
Uh-huh. No, fine.
No, we just got home.
We're fixing dinner now.
What noise? It was just a bad connection, that's all.
The baby? Well, he's fine.
He's in the playpen.
No, I fixed it.
He can't get out.
(ICE CREAM TRUCK TUNE)
- Ice cream. - WAYNE: How's Amy's dorm?
- Uh-huh. Yeah. - (DOG WHINING)
Hey, stop it.
Nothing. Just the dog. Uh-huh.
No, everything's fine.
- (ADAM GIGGLING) - Oh, you worry too much.
What? The chicken?
The chicken you left us really looks fine, honey.
So, I was thinking, with mom and Amy out of town,
that this would give us guys a chance to talk about the...
you know, the birds and the bees.
Here, Nicky.
(NICK SCOFFS)
(DOOR SLAMS)
(WHIRRING AND CLANGING)
WAYNE: You know what I was thinking, Big Bunny?
WAYNE AS BUNNY: What?
WAYNE: I was thinking, we got to be real nice to our brother Nick.
- You know why? - WAYNE AS BUNNY: No, why?
WAYNE: Well, because he moved away to a new place now,
and he's got to make all new friends, just like me and you.
- WAYNE AS BUNNY: Yeah? - WAYNE: Yeah.
- Should we sing a song now? - Yeah.
- What song should we sing? - "ABC's. "
- How about "Twinkle, twinkle"? - "ABC."
- "ABC"? - Yeah.
- Twinkle, twinkle... - "ABC's"!
Let's sing "Twinkle, twinkle, little star. "
"ABC's. "
Okay, first "ABC's. " A- B-C-D-E-F-G, H-I-J-K, L-M-N-O-P
Now "Twinkle, twinkle," okay?
Okay.
Twinkle, twinkle little star
How I won...
...der what you are
MAN: It'll be a hell of a thing for you, Charles, if it works.
It'll work. I'll make it work.
Over the years, I've seen Clifford Sterling attach himself
to one crazy idea after another.
I have to tell you, the board of directors is very worried.
- (PHONE RINGING) - Pardon me a moment.
Hendrickson.
- Hello? - (BANG)
What was that?
It was a balloon popping, Dr. Hendrickson.
I got the idea while singing my kid to sleep.
You see, if you hit a balloon with too much force,
you don't allow the molecules time to expand, and the balloon pops.
Problem?
No. Szalinski.
Oh, him.
- (WAYNE CHATTERING) - (HENDRICKSON SCOFFS)
Why Clifford insists on keeping him involved is absolutely beyond me.
If I were running this project by myself right now,
we'd be neck-deep in apples the size of Buicks.
There are those of us on the board who agree with you.
WAYNE:... Fundamental integrity of the atomic substructure...
Clifford Sterling just may have outlived his usefulness...
to the corporation, to its stockholders.
I should think his successor would be a foregone conclusion,
especially if you're the one to actually make this thing work.
WAYNE:... Thereby allowing the molecules time to expand...
without tearing the atomic fabric. Hello?
Szalinski? Szalinski,
why don't you write up this balloon research of yours?
I can do the math and have it on your desk tomorrow.
No, it's not necessary.
All right, have a good weekend, Szalinski.
(DIAL TONE)
"Have a good weekend, Szalinski"?
- WOMAN: Hello? - Hi, may I please speak to Mandy?
WOMAN: Sure. Mandy, phone!
- MANDY: Hello? - Hi, Mandy?
(LINE DISCONNECTS)
(MUMBLING)
I'll fix it.
Daddy!
Hey, what are you doing up, little guy?
Hey, Nick, want to do something with me tomorrow?
Yeah, sure.
Okay. Come on, fella.
One more story.
Then tomorrow, you want to come with me and Nicky
down to the lab and we'll play?
(ADAM GIGGLING)
WAYNE: Okay, guys.
See, Adam, this is where daddy works.
- Want me to take that? - NICK: Yeah.
Got to be a little bit discreet about this.
Huh?
- Mr. Szalinski. - Hi, Smitty.
- Hello. You working today? - Uh, just gonna tidy up a little.
- NICK: Wow. - ADAM: Wow.
- NICK: This is some lab. - ADAM: Some lab.
WAYNE: Way better than what we had in the attic, huh?
- NICK: Way better. - ADAM: Way better.
Yes, would you connect me with Dr. Hendrickson please?
Call up a command directory labeled "primary laser drive. "
Tell me what it says under "intensity. "
(COMPUTER BEEPING)
(BEEPING)
- It says "access denied. " - Access denied?
I got to figure out some way to lower the intensity of the laser.
NICK: Hey, Dad.
We could diffuse it maybe.
- That's a good idea. - (GLASS BREAKING)
WAYNE: Now, we'll set final target.
Target what, Dad?
- Hey, can I borrow this, pal? - No.
Come on, let me see if I can make Big Bunny really big bunny, huh?
Yes sir, I thought it was unusual, him being in here on a Saturday.
You did the right thing letting me know. Thank you.
Well, that's it for me.
Hey, you're gonna have to wear some glasses.
There you go.
COMPUTER: Thirty seconds.
Twenty-five seconds.
Twenty seconds.
19, 18, 17, 16...
15, 14, 13...
12, 11, 10...
- Nine, eight, seven, six, five... - (WHOOSHING)
NICK: Dad! WAYNE: Power surge!
- Three, two, one... - Quick, the abort switches!
(LASER BEAMS)
(GIGGLING)
(SWITCHES POPPING)
- (EXPLODES) - WAYNE: Unable to abort.
- (BEEPING) - Joe, what's happening up here?
(MACHINE WHIRRS)
Uh, Mr. Szalinski, your security clearance
denies you access to the equipment without Dr. Hendrickson's permission.
- You are aware of that, right? - Yeah, Smitty.
Uh, Mr. Szalinski...
I'm sorry I had to, uh, uh...
(CHUCKLES) That baby of yours...
Sure starting to get big.
See you, Smitty.
I'm bigger.
Bigger, bigger, bigger.
Dad, how come you got to ask somebody's permission
to work on your own invention?
Well Nick, Dad's a member of a team now,
and I'm working with some real talented people.
But, Dad, it's your invention.
They didn't have the idea, you did.
(SIGHS)
OK, bud.
Looks like daddy needs to spend a little quality time with Nick. OK?
So, I'm gonna get you a baby-sitter.
You're gonna have yourself a good time.
- Nick. - Yeah. (GRUNTS)
(WAYNE SIGHS)
(ADAM GIGGLING)
You puttin' on a little bit of weight?
- (SEAT HITS GROUND) - (WAYNE GRUNTS)
(ADAM GIGGLING)
ADAM: I'm big.
You know what? Daddy's gonna make you a nice quick lunch.
Maybe kind of a... low-cal thing.
What do you think? Huh? It's gonna be good.
WAYNE: Okay, you know what?
Sit down and hang onto him.
He'll keep you company, and I'll make...
Uh, baby-sitter, baby-sitter, baby-sitter.
555-5654.
- (PHONE RINGING) - Okay, so... lunches.
Whoa. How about that, huh?
- (PHONE RINGS) - Yeah.
- WAYNE: Hi, is this Mandy Park? - Yeah.
This is Wayne Szalinski. Can you come over about 3:30 for us?
Uh, 3:30? Sounds okay, Mr. Schlitzminski.
Szalinski, dear.
Szalinski, right. That's what I said.
I, like, charge $2.50 an hour.
Unless, of course, I actually have to do anything
like change diapers or clean up. In which case, the price goes up.
Oh no. All you have to do is just... just watch him, really.
- MANDY: Okay, see you at 3:30. - Okay.
(DIAL TONE)
(SIGHS) Okay.
Okay. Are these Quark's or yours?
You just stay here, okay?
She sounded great on the phone.
- I want to go a restaurant. - You want to go to a restaurant?
But, I just made this stuff. It's gonna be good.
I want to go eat in restaurant.
Well, I'll be the waiter, okay?
And, uh... Let me take your order.
- What would you like? - I want the duck.
Duck. The duck is not very good tonight.
Can I recommend the special?
- Okay. - Okay, fine. We have soup dujour.
We have hamburger. We have French fries today.
- Would you like 'em? - Okay.
- All right, I'll be right back. - Okay.
(ELECTRICITY BUZZING)
(PLATES CLATTER ON FLOOR)
(BUZZING)
- (ADAM MUMBLES) - (ELECTRICITY CONTINUES BUZZING)
Hey, Nick, want to go to a movie? Just the two of us.
Yeah, there's a movie at the Desert 6 I wanted to see.
Great. Come on. It'll take our minds off everything.
I'll check show times.
Okay and then maybe afterwards,
we can get a bite to eat or something.
Big, Big Bunny.
(ADAM CHUCKLING)
- (ADAM CONTINUES LAUGHING) - (MICROWAVE DINGS)
(BARKS)
What's that?
(WHINING)
What's gotten into him?
(WAYNE AND NICK SCREAMING)
Dad, how?
Where were you in the lab this morning? Were you watching Adam?
He was off to the side.
At the moment of discharge, where was he?
Just before, I know, he was off to the side... wasn't he?
Somehow, I don't think so.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
Boo.
Don't worry, Adam.
Daddy's going to make everything okay.
Okay, we got to get him back to the lab,
analyze the data, and reverse the process.
- One thing, Dad. - What?
Do you think the security guard might get suspicious
with us walking in with a seven-foot baby?
- Uh-oh. - Good point.
(HORN HONKS)
(TIRES SCREECH)
This will cover your head and your hair.
Here, Adam, put this on.
WAYNE: There.
He looks like a badly dressed beekeeper.
All right.
Okay. Just act natural.
Come on, bud. Atta boy.
Smitty! I forgot the keys to my van, and I couldn't start the van.
It's in the lab, but I'm not going to use anything in there
because of my security access thing, which you mentioned earlier.
So I'm just gonna get the keys from the lab.
- (ADAM BABBLING) - NICK: Adam.
Come on, down.
Szalinski.
Go back up.
Just stopped by to do some computations
- in the... in the data base. - (ADAM BABBLING)
The data base has been erased.
Our entire experiment: gone.
- (ADAM BABBLING) - NICK: Get back! Back!
- WAYNE: Erased? - All 38 gigabytes.
- It can't be. - Sure it can,
if the main controller was trying to compensate laser intensity
for this, which you jammed into the filter pack, you idiot
causing a power surge through the entire main drive system.
- Who was that? - (ADAM BABBLING)
- NICK: Stop it. - Who?
- The guy in the hat. - Uh, a friend of mine.
- What language was he speaking? - Yugoslavian.
You let a foreigner into the lab.
He's not a foreigner, he's my wife's uncle Yanosh, from Yugoslavia.
He's family, and he just wanted to see the lab,
and I brought him here.
The man's a genius. Did you see the size of his head?
225, the I.Q. on that man. An extended brainpan.
- HENDRICKSON: Extended brainpan? - ADAM: Bathroom.
- Did he say "bathroom"? - Bafoom. Yugoslavian.
It's a term of... of appreciation.
"Bafoom: thank you for bringing me down here on a Saturday
to the lab to look around," that's all.
How long before we can restore the system from the back-ups?
That doesn't concern you. You're off the project.
(CLICKS)
You don't have the authority to make that decision.
Well, maybe I don't. So why don't you call Clifford Sterling personally
and plead your case.
However, after this morning's little escapade
and the time and money it will cost Sterling Labs,
I don't think the old man will have a great deal of sympathy.
I hope you'll spare yourself the embarrassment
of having to be escorted...
to the gate.
Start working data restoration backwards,
from 8:56 this morning to the exact time the system crashed.
I want to know what he was up to.
(CRACKS)
Why didn't you tell 'em, Dad?
I mean, at least then they'd know that you were able to make it work
when nobody else could.
Look, Nick, remember we made you kids promise never ever to tell anyone
you were accidentally shrunk and lost for two days?
Yeah.
That's because we didn't want you guys to become specimens,
to undergo countless tests, to go through endless observations,
and who knows what else.
What about Adam? What are we going to do?
(COOING)
I don't know.
What I do know is:
we got to figure some way to fix this before your mother gets home.
Hi, guys. I'm home!
Where'd this come from?
(HORN HONKS)
What do we do?
I don't know.
We could drive to Mexico, Dad, and hide out.
Come back when he's bigger. I mean older.
- Maybe she wouldn't notice then. - No.
Honesty's the best policy, Nick.
I'll just... explain.
Sure.
It's not the first time something like this has happened...
...to our family.
I'll just tell the truth.
- Then beg for mercy. - Colored car.
- What was that all about? - WAYNE: Umm...
I had a little trouble with the van.
I thought I put it in park, and it went into reverse
'cause the "p" and the "r" look... You're back early.
NICK: Come on, big guy.
Yeah, I took a cab from the airport. You know, it really was silly.
Amy didn't need me at all.
Who's the man in the loud sport coat?
No. No, those are Nick's.
Well Diane, that's what I wanted to talk to you about.
- NICK: Sit down. Sit down! - ADAM: Mom.
You know how sometimes the things that I invent
don't always work the way they're supposed to?
Sweetheart. You can tell me.
How bad can it be?
After all,
it's not like you did something to one of the kids again.
- Wayne, where is Adam? - Well, uh...
Who is that man in the van?
And where did this bunny come from?
- All right, I confess! I did it! - Did what?
Peekaboo!
I blew up the baby.
(THUD)
ADAM: Mama fall down.
Mama?
- How'd she take it? - About like usual.
Mama sleeping?
I'll kill Wayne.
You don't want to kill Wayne.
I want to kill Wayne.
What's he doing?
He's playing with his toys.
Well, make him stop.
- (TOYS CLATTERING) - "Make him stop. "
- Why didn't I think of that? - (GLASS BREAKING)
- Adam. - (HUMMING)
Adam, stop fooling around!
- Catch. - Adam.
- That was a real rocket. - Let's go for a walk, Adam.
- Play ball, Nick. - Don't throw things at Nick!
- Catch it, play ball. - (CRASH)
This is your last warning.
(GIGGLING)
Okay, I'll give you one more warning.
(GLASS BREAKING)
- (SCREAMS) - Shh. It's not as bad as it seems.
It almost couldn't be, could it?
Well, I finally got him in his room.
Tell him to stay inside, and close the door.
- I did close the door. - (DOOR BREAKS)
He just opened his door.
- And he decided to share it with us. - I break off.
DIANE: Oh, baby.
Adam, put the door down, sweetheart.
Why don't you give the door to daddy, Adam?
- Give daddy the door, Adam. - I fix it, I fix it.
Wait till the Vista del Mar standards committee sees this.
Maybe we shouldn't bother. It's just a mailbox.
Little things have a way of becoming very big things, Patty.
- Let go of the door, Adam. - No, my door.
- Stop before someone gets hurt. - Let go!
(WAYNE GRUNTS)
(CRASHES)
(CHUCKLING)
(CRASH)
I fix it!
DIANE: Don't fix it, Adam. Just put down mommy's coffee table.
- Be careful, baby. - Slow down, Adam. Adam, Adam.
ADAM: Ooh.
- WAYNE: Gentle, gentle. - DIANE: Not my antique chair!
- (GLASS BREAKING) - MAN: They remodeling in there?
DIANE: Come back. Come back here.
- (ADAM GIGGLING) - WAYNE: Adam. Adam!
Adam, sit down.
- DIANE: He's on this side. - Stop him, Dad. He's yours.
- DIANE: Oh, Adam! - This is not a game.
What do we do when we catch him?
- WAYNE: Adam, hang on! - (ADAM GIGGLING)
Okay, okay. You guys go that way. I'll go this way.
- (ADAM GIGGLING) - (WAYNE SCREAMS)
(PANTING) Hi, little guy.
(WAYNE GROANS)
- Adam, put daddy down! - (ADAM GIGGLING)
Adam, put daddy down!
- (CRASHES) - (DOG WHIMPERS)
(ADAM GIGGLES)
- Guitar. - Not my room!
NICK: Adam. Adam, put down my guitar. Put it down.
- (GIGGLING) - Get back here. Get back.
- WAYNE: That's enough, fellas. Stop. - DIANE: Adam, sweetheart.
- NICK: He's got my guitar! - WAYNE: Nicky, he's just a baby.
NICK: He's not a baby. He's a monster.
- NICK: He's going to break my guitar! - (ADAM GIGGLES)
- DIANE: Come back here. - NICK: Give me back my guitar!
NICK: Give it back, you brat!
(ADAM GIGGLING)
Other way.
- DIANE: Guitar all gone. - Got it. Here, hide it.
He targeted something.
It's gonna take a lot more enhancing to figure out what.
I can do it.
What do you suppose this is here?
- Condensation on the lens? - Nah, it's much too solid.
- How can you be sure? - I'm sure. It's not amorphous.
It's a mass. I can see.
DIANE: Play in here with daddy.
(LOUD CRASH)
- Play what? - Play anything.
- This should distract him. - WAYNE: Great!
("HOKEY POKEY" PLAYING ON RECORD)
DIANE: Dance, Adam.
DIANE: Good, do some more.
Isn't this fun, Wayne?
WAYNE: Adam, clap your hands. Clap your hands.
(THUD)
- (NEIGHBORS GASPING) - DIANE: Put your foot in.
Why are you closing the shutters?
So one of the neighbors doesn't look in, see a seven-foot baby,
and call "The National Enquirer. "
(DOORBELL RINGING)
- ADAM: Doorbell. - Who's that?
One of the neighbors.
So far, your plan's working perfectly.
Hi.
Hello. We heard shouting and a lot of noise,
so we were wondering if everything was all right.
- (ADAM GIGGLING) - Oh, yes, everything's fine.
We were just entertaining.
Uncle Yanosh.
Uncle Yanersh.
- (CRASH) - (ADAM LAUGHING)
WAYNE: Not too hard. You're denting the floor!
- Bye. - NICK: Dad, help me. He's got me.
He's breaking my ribs.
Don't do that, Adam.
- (TYPING) - (COMPUTER BEEPS)
MAN: My God, it appears to have three eyes.
WOMAN: A new life-form of some sort?
MAN: Try scaling up the window.
This could be big.
These could be very big.
Well, I think you did a great job with these.
This should really distract him.
- Well, he likes noise. - Here you go, honey.
Yeah.
You know what, Nicky? I don't care what you say.
It's still a playpen, and a playpen's a playpen to Adam.
Yeah, but you have to admit Mom, not many guys could come up
with something like this in half an hour.
(CUCKOO CLOCK RINGING)
- Cuckoo. - No, no, Adam!
Sweetheart, stay away from that.
Adam, please don't touch that.
Adam, no, don't touch mommy's cuckoo.
NICK: Come on away from there, Adam.
Come over here, and play with Nicky.
Play with Nicky, Adam.
When you get a minute, you might take a look at this.
Wayne?
Well... some of the numbers indicate that on an atomic...
Please, honey, the truth, okay?
The truth, Diane, is that without access to the data at the plant,
I don't know that there's anything I can do.
I know what's happening, but I don't know why.
I'm sorry, honey.
Hey Mom, look I finally found a way to keep him quiet.
There were 12 ice-cream bars in there.
(ADAM BELCHING)
Well, he's ruined his dinner.
Not necessarily, Mom.
At his body weight, he should be able to metabolize...
Maybe I should just shut up about it.
Okay, boys, we're going out.
- Diane, what are you doing? - I'm taking him to the lab.
Maybe there's somebody there who... (SIGHS)
Who knows what they're doing?
DIANE: (SIGHS) I didn't mean it like that.
I'm sorry, but all I care about right now
is getting my baby to shrink back to normal size.
Come on, Nicky, help me get him out to the van.
Shrink? Diane, wait! I got an idea.
My original machine. it's in the lab security warehouse.
- Yes! - (YAPPING)
This'll have to be a covert operation.
Diane, you come with me. Nick, you stay with... the baby.
Oh no! We are not leaving them here alone.
Diane, you can't take him to the lab.
There's no telling what Hendrickson will do if he gets his hands on him.
Look at him, he's exhausted.
He can take a nap while we're gone.
No nap!
Look who I got:
really Big Bunny.
Hi, Adam.
WAYNE AS BUNNY: Hello, Adam.
You're real tired, aren't you Adam?
WAYNE AS BUNNY: Yeah, he looks real tired to me.
Should we sing the song?
WAYNE AS BUNNY: (SINGING) Twinkle, twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are
Up above the world so high
(ADAM JOINS IN) Like a diamond in the sky
Twinkle, twinkle little star
- How I won... - Mine!
- Let go! - ADAM: Gimme.
Adam Szalinski, you let go of that bunny right now!
Put daddy down, Adam.
- It's not nice to hurt daddy. - (DOG WHINING)
ADAM: Sorry, Mama.
Okay, I'm bringing up the structural overlay.
(COMPUTER BEEPING)
MAN: Dr. Hendrickson, we can make out hair, bone and metal,
all sort of intertwined.
I think you should take a look at this. Yes, sir.
He's on his way.
We'll show him the keratin analysis first.
- Structural overlay first. - It's not clear enough.
- I think it is. - Why don't we see what he thinks?
- (TYPING) - (COMPUTER BEEPING)
(WHISPERING) Don't worry. We'll be back in an hour.
- Come on. - Bye-bye.
(METAL CLATTERING)
This is our latest image,
superimposing structural and keratin analysis.
- As you can see, there appears to... - All right, just move over.
HENDRICKSON: It's a baby and a stuffed bunny.
Szalinski.
I'm going to pay him a little visit.
Back to work.
I knew it was a baby. I just wasn't sure it was a bunny.
- (CARD READER BEEPS) - (METAL CLATTERS)
This'll just take a second.
They stored all my stuff in one large crate.
- It should be easy to spot. - Oh, Wayne?
Maybe it's in alphabetical order or something.
DIANE: What if it's not?
WAYNE: All I wanted to do was take Nick to the movies.
- WAYNE: Uh-oh. - DIANE: What?
(SNORING)
- (DOORBELL RINGING) - (YAPPING)
- (DOORBELL RINGING) - ADAM: Doorbell.
- Twinkle, twinkle little... - (DOORBELL)
(ADAM CHUCKLES)
- (DOG BARKING) - Bunny.
- Wait here! - (DOG CONTINUES BARKING)
(DOORBELL RINGING)
(NICK SIGHS)
- Mandy. - Rick.
Nick. Nick Szalinski.
Right. I'm here to baby-sit.
We don't need a baby-sitter.
(ADAM LAUGHS)
Adam, no!
Very funny. Can I come in? I'm already charging you.
We changed our mind. That's all. We don't need a baby-sitter.
I don't think so.
Look, I was promised three hours at $2.50 an hour.
Plus, the extra if I'm grossed out.
Uh, listen, Mandy, take it from me, you don't want to baby-sit.
- Not this baby. - (ADAM GIGGLING)
I'm really sure I can handle some stupid baby.
(BLOWS RASPBERRIES)
DIANE: Wayne, we've gotta get back to the kids.
This is just taking too long.
Honey, it's up here!
See if you can find a forklift.
Mandy, believe me, I have everything under control.
Now if you promise not to scream,
I'll take the gag out of your mouth.
Promise?
- (SCREAMS) Help me! Someone help me! - Mandy!
Please, someone help me! Giant baby!
(MANDY SCREAMING)
- You're scaring him. - Out of my way! Please!
- Mandy, calm down. - MANDY: Help me!
- (MANDY SCREAMING) - What's that?
MANDY: Help! Help! Help! Help! Giant baby!
- MANDY: Help! Giant baby! - The Slitzitskis.
(MANDY CONTINUES SCREAMING)
(CAR DOOR CLOSES)
Wayne this is a solar van. We're inside.
There's a switch marked "batteries".
- Just be careful not to switch it to- - (TIRES SCREECHING)
- Whoa! - High.
No! No!
Hold on!
(GATE SHATTERS)
Can we try again?
Good.
Now despite what he looks like,
Adam is just a little kid.
He's in there watching TV, not hurting anyone.
MAN: (ON TV) Summertime. The active woman.
She knows what it is to have a headache.
("LOCOMOTION" PLAYING ON TV)
Let's welcome 'em.
Again!
RICHARD SIMMONS: (ON TV) Wiggle that butt!
Sorry.
(ADAM GIGGLES)
So, two years ago, he made you and your sister tiny.
And the guys next door.
Then he made you regular size again.
And now he's made your baby brother big.
Right.
(WHOOSHING)
And you don't, like, think that's unusual.
- (CRASHING) - (GLASS BREAKING)
(STATIC CRACKLING)
Oh, my God, he's out and he's bigger.
- You got to help me, okay? - This wasn't in the job description.
- We'll pay you overtime. - Okay.
There's no way I'm changing those diapers.
Come on.
NICK AND AMY: Adam! Adam!
NICK: Adam, where are you?
NICK: Come on!
Julia, be quiet and sit down.
Now for the famous Chinese blocks trick.
Shazam.
Okay.
Now for my next trick.
Adam!
Now for the disappearing bunny trick.
Watch carefully. The hand is quicker than the eye.
- (KIDS GASP) - Shazam.
Can anyone tell me where the bunny is?
- KIDS: There! - You think it's still on my head?
(GASPS)
- (SCREAMS) - Big Bunny.
(KIDS SCREAMING)
Bye.
There he is! Come on!
I don't care if Clifford's at the Rand Institute this weekend.
I want him notified.
I also want the board of directors in on this.
- (TIRES SCREECH) - HENDRICKSON: Hey! What the...
Contact the Federal Marshals. Get them out here.
I want something large enough to hold...
To hold something large.
(ADAM GURGLING) Big Bunny.
Big, big, Big Bunny.
- Big trouble. - (ADAM LAUGHING)
Stop where you were right there.
I'm just the baby-sitter.
(SIREN WAILING)
- (ADAM GIGGLING) - (NEIGHBORS CHATTERING)
Yeah, an hour tops. Sure.
- Wayne, how's it coming? - Just about got it, honey.
Hold on. I'm taking a shortcut.
(SIRENS WAILING)
Oh.
What do I do?
WAYNE: Okay, let's see if this thing works.
(SIREN)
- (MACHINE POWERS UP) - (LASER BEAM FIRES)
(TIRES SCREECH)
Wayne Szalinski, you unshrink those policemen right now.
(MACHINE WHIRRING)
(LASER BEAM FIRES)
It works!
(TIRES SCREECHING)
They're getting away.
I think they're out of our jurisdiction.
OFFICER: Hold it. You can't go in.
WAYNE: It's okay, Officer. That's our house.
- WAYNE: Excuse me. - (ONLOOKERS CHATTERING)
DIANE: Where are my boys? Where are they?
BROOKS: Hold it, hold it. Just a minute.
Preston Brooks, U.S. Marshals.
Now, we found this guy down the street, hiding in a garage.
The children are perfectly safe, Mrs. Szalinski.
We just needed to get the baby some more room,
so he wouldn't hurt himself.
Of course, the mutated child will have to undergo immediate testing.
That's my kid you're talking about!
- Let go of me! - (DOG BARKING)
- Hold on, Mr. Szalinski. - Let go of me.
(ADAM COMPLAINING)
You can't keep him in that truck.
Don't worry. It's all fixed up.
As far as your brother's concerned, it's one big playpen.
- That's what I mean. - I'd listen to him if I were you.
Look, miss, when I want your opinion, I'll ask for it.
ADAM: Mama, help!
- Out! Out! - (ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)
- He's got a 40-inch neck. - (DOG WHINING)
Adam's going to be fine, Quark. I know it.
BROOKS: The parents are here.
We'll bring them to meet the child when he's secure.
I can authorize that!
Marshal Brooks?
I'm afraid I have to insist that these two be taken into custody.
- On what charge? - Theft. Malicious mischief.
Child endangerment.
If you'll excuse me.
Clifford.
Well, I hardly know what to say.
I tried to warn you about Szalinski from the very beginning.
Yes, you did, Charles.
And if it's any consolation to you, the board of directors
believes that you were right all along.
Dr. Sterling! Dr. Sterling, sir, I can reverse my son's growth.
Just give me a chance, sir. I can get him back to normal.
- You can? - With what, Szalinski?
Coca-Cola bottles?
Hmm? Maybe some chewing gum and twine?
Just who do you think you are, talking to him like that?
Diane, let me handle this.
Who do you think you are, talking to me like that?
Clifford, the situation demands that I bring in the people
with the expertise and the credentials.
Wait a second, you think I'm just some guy from Fresno
who tinkered with crackpot ideas in his attic?
Well, let me tell you something.
This whole country is built on the shoulders of people
who tinkered with crackpot ideas
in attics and basements and backyards.
Alexander Graham Bell working in a two-room flat.
Young man, don't presume
to stand there and lecture me about great minds
and great inventors.
Whatever I've been over the years, I've never been a fool...
or been involved with anyone else who is.
I certainly don't intend to start now.
- Charles? - Yes, Clifford?
- You're fired. - What?
You're fired.
(LAUGHS)
So Szalinski, what have you got in mind
so we can get that kid of yours back to normal size by bedtime?
Well sir, the prototype's in the van...
Hold on folks. We've got a problem.
Your son's escaped, and he's over 50 feet tall.
That's impossible. My son's only 14 feet tall.
- I'll drive. - That's still pretty tall.
Yes, get me Terence Wheeler.
This is an emergency.
RADIO DISPATCHER: He broke out?
He busted out of the truck and knocked it completely over.
RADIO DISPATCHER: What's he doing now?
He's just standing there. But he's smiling.
Adam, sit down.
Nick, I don't think sitting's such a good idea.
- ADAM: Ooh, toys. - (BOTH SCREAM)
- (SIRENS WAILING) - DIANE: He did what?
Put your son and the baby-sitter in his pocket and left.
He's always doing that.
I find the strangest things in his pockets.
Wayne, what do you suppose is causing this growth phenomenon?
I don't know.
They were transporting him along Copper Mine Road.
That runs alongside high-voltage lines.
Oh?
Yesterday, when I gave him lunch, he was right near the microwave oven.
And, you said the baby grew while he was watching TV.
- Of course! - I don't understand any of this.
Electromagnetic flux.
Around every operating electrical device,
there's a flux.
Like an electromagnetic force field.
That's what's causing the baby to grow.
Would this electromagnetic...
would it surround neon lights, too?
Yeah, why?
Your kid... He's headed toward Las Vegas.
ALL: Uh-oh.
You are not fired, not by a long shot.
This is the opportunity I've been waiting for.
At last, Sterling has gone too far this time.
The board is getting together tonight.
Until then, I want you on this.
Whatever it takes, just get the situation under control.
I did have one thought, sir, but I'll need military cooperation.
Fine, I'll get the clearance.
Charles, just... just handle this for us.
We'll... we'll do the right thing by you.
(FOOTSTEPS)
MAN: (ON RADIO) Police reports just in say
that some kind of large creature has just escaped
from a government caravan and is heading toward the city.
Mrs. Szalinski, if he heads for the lights,
he has to come this way.
According to my calculations,
he's gotta hold still for 12.2 seconds.
DIANE: What?
His increased mass requires a longer period of exposure.
How do you expect to get a two-year-old
to hold still for 12 point anything seconds?
She's right, Doctor.
We tried to have his picture taken a month ago. Total bust.
REPORTER: We're just pulling up now, Dan.
There are a lot of police cars gathered.
We'll find out what going on.
MAN: Call the paramedics now!
All right, here's a shot. Okay.
(DISTANT THUMPING)
CONSTANCE: This is Constance Winters reporting live from the site
of what will certainly become
the most important news story of the decade.
Dan, I'm seeing a giant...
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
Oh, my God.
Oh, Adam.
Well, honey, he looks okay.
Let me see.
Do you think this is gonna affect him for life?
I mean, something like this could ruin a kid.
Honey, it might give him a different perspective,
help him see the big picture.
DIANE: Baby. (GASPING) There they are!
- Let's move into position! - I'm with you, pal!
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - (SCREAMING)
- NICK: Help! - MANDY: Help us down from here!
- NICK: Get us down! - MANDY: We're up here!
NICK: We're up in the pocket!
...Reporting live on the progress of the giant baby
who has just been identified as Adam Szalinski from Vista del Mar.
(SCREAMING)
MAN: The Governor's on the phone for you, sir.
STERLING: Yes, Governor.
He's a pretty big baby.
(NICK AND MANDY SCREAMING)
I can get rope guns. We can shoot ropes over him.
Absolutely not. You are not shooting anything at my baby.
Baby? Look at him.
Hey, we're his parents OK? We'll handle this.
- Diane? - Yeah, Wayne?
How do we handle this?
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - (SCREAMING)
MAN: Ready!
MAN: Watch out! Look out!
Mommy...
Mom!
- Nicky, are you okay? - Adam, put your brother down.
Adam baby, mommy's here.
Nicky, I'm gonna get ya outta here right away!
Okay, Dad, but hurry!
We can get a fire truck in here and run a ladder up to 'em.
That ladder wouldn't even reach beyond his knees.
- (WOOD SHATTERING) - (ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
(CRASHING)
Adam, now, sit down really slowly.
I got it! Big Bunny.
I need Big Bunny.
- I need something called big dummy? - No, Bunny!
- Bunny? - It's his favorite toy!
It's the kid's favorite toy.
CONSTANCE: A helicopter is approaching with what looks like
a giant stuffed animal of some sort hanging from it.
(ADAM GASPS)
- Thanks. - Honey, this is dangerous!
- Don't worry. - Pilot's ready for you, Wayne.
It's all primed.
Be ready to activate as soon as he's down.
I'll be fine.
(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)
I'm positive my dad will have a plan to get us...
Tell me I'm not seeing this.
WAYNE AS BUNNY: (SINGING) Twinkle, twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are
- I told you my dad would have a plan. - Up above the world so high
- Like a diamond in the sky - ADAM: Bunny.
Twinkle, twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are
- Twinkle, twinkle, little star - (SCREAMING)
How I wonder
What you are
Oh, I'm tired.
Are you tired, Big Bunny?
WAYNE AS BUNNY: Oh, yeah, I'm really tired.
I can't remember when I was this tired.
Get ready, Dr. Sterling. He's getting blinky.
WAYNE: Yeah, me too.
- I don't know what to do. - He's getting sleepy!
It's working. Your husband's a genius.
WAYNE: I got an idea.
Why don't we all have a nice...
- No! - ... long...
- Don't say it! - ... nap?
- Brace yourself! - ADAM: No nap!
Whoa! Help! Help! I'll hang on!
Get me away from him! Move me away!
No nap!
- WAYNE: I get it! No nap! - Hold on, Dad!
WAYNE: Take me up or put me down!
Roy, let's move in closer!
WAYNE: I'm gonna jump! I'm gonna jump!
Release the bunny!
- Whoa! - Dad!
Release it now!
CONSTANCE: Run!
- Dad, this is Mandy. - Hi... oh!
Stay right there, kids.
There's absolutely nothing to worry about.
- (WAYNE SCREAMING) - I feel a whole lot better.
(MUFFLED GROANING)
- WAYNE: Oh! Oh! - (ADAM LAUGHS)
- That's my dad. - He seems really nice.
- (WAYNE GROANS) - (GASPS)
(PANTING)
Run, Dad! Watch out for his foot!
- (CRASHING) - WAYNE: Whoa!
(GASPS)
Are you all right? Nice try, buddy.
He's headed for the Strip.
You little devil.
- (FOOTSTEPS) - (PEOPLE SHOUTING)
CONSTANCE: He's heading toward the city.
We'll follow and bring you a live update.
Adam Szalinski, this is your mommy talking.
You stop right now!
Afraid that won't do any good, Mrs. Szalinski.
I'm sure he expects his mommy to be bigger than he is.
To him you're just...
well, you're nothing more than a talking doll.
Nothing can stop him now.
MAN: I don't know what these guys are gonna want.
But we'll have to cooperate with 'em.
- All right, go brief the men. - Yes, sir.
Dr. Hendrickson. Captain Ed Myerson, Nevada State Militia.
Captain, let's hope we can wrap this up quickly.
Just so you're aware, sir.
My orders state we do nothing without final authorization.
Frankly Captain,
I'm not under the jurisdiction of the state militia.
Your orders mean nothing to me.
MAN: (ON RADIO) A giant infant is heading toward the city.
The baby is over 50 feet tall
and appears to be growing even bigger at an alarming rate.
All right, let's move it, Captain, now.
If it's okay with you, I'll just sit tight.
MAN: (ON RADIO) .. more on this story as it develops.
(FOOTSTEPS)
MANDY: There's something down by my foot.
Look at this.
Wow, let's see what else is down here.
Cereal.
Hey cool, want some?
No, thanks, I'm on a diet.
Have a raisin.
LOUDSPEAKER: Please clear the streets for your own safety.
Please stay indoors. This is an emergency.
All pedestrians are in grave danger.
Please clear the streets!
(OFFICER SPEAKING IN SPANISH OVER SPEAKER)
MAN: (ON P.A.) This is the Emergency Broadcast System. This is not a test.
A human baby of abnormal proportions is approaching the city.
The giant appears to be growing at a tremendous rate
and has now reached 100 feet.
What's happening here? Is Wayne Newton in town?
No, they don't do this for Wayne Newton.
- It must be somebody bigger. - Listen, babe,
there's nobody bigger than Wayne Newton in this town.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
Of course, I could be wrong.
Peekaboo!
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - (SCREAMING)
(SCREAMING)
- Is he growing or are we shrinking? - NICK: It's amazing!
He's doubled in size in just a few minutes.
(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
NICK: Adam! Put us down!
You put us down now!
COWBOY: Howdy, partner.
Welcome to downtown Las Vegas.
Hi-dy, partner.
(ADAM LAUGHING)
(SCREAMING)
- Are you okay? - Yeah, I think so.
(SIREN WAILING)
He's toddling down the center of Fremont Street.
He knows not to go in the street by himself.
There's no telling how huge he might get.
Especially if he touches any of those lights.
We've got to get him away from them.
But how? There's nothing that's gonna make him leave.
WAYNE: Unless he sees something that he wants more.
Tell your men to pull over. I think Wayne's got an idea.
Follow that ice-cream truck.
We'll need a really big loudspeaker.
Who can drive an ice-cream truck real fast?
- I can burn rubber. - Well, start burning it.
We'll be with you on the walkie-talkie.
Preston Brooks, U.S. Marshals. We're commandeering this vehicle.
- Come on! - DRIVER: Wait a minute!
- What's that? - It's a tranquilizer cannon.
It's used on large mammals.
Cartridges can incapacitate a target in seconds.
It's like a normal injection
but on a slightly larger scale of course.
Frankly, sir, I have kids myself
and that just doesn't seem like the type...
Well naturally, Captain.
This is just a... a last resort.
REPORTER 1: I'm Bradley Swallow,
reporting live from the famous Glitter Gulch
where certainly the biggest story of the year is unfolding.
Casino owners are understandably upset.
They've been ordered to evacuate...
REPORTER 2: The answers to our questions lie with two key players
in this drama: Dr. Clifford Sterling...
REPORTER 3: What we do know is that a baby
by the name of Adam Szalinski...
has somehow measured over 100 feet tall.
(CLAPPING)
- NICK: Stop the clapping. - (GROANING)
- (INDISTINCT SHOUTING) - (SCREAMING)
I've got a plan.
Great. 'Cause I'm starting to get airsick.
We'll pull the thread out of the bottom of the pocket
and use it as a rope to slide down.
The scene here is one of total confusion and chaos.
But so far, all the casinos are still standing.
Watch out!
(SCREAMING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Hi!
COP: Hey, don't! What are you doin'?
Stop! Stop! Stop!
We'll have to jump.
NICK: Hold on!
Don't look down.
Watch out for the gearshift. Jump!
(BOTH SCREAMING)
- (GRUNTS) - (PEOPLE SHOUTING)
- Go! - I'm trying!
- I'm trying, I'm trying. - ("Stayin' Alive" PLAYS ON RADIO)
- Hurry, do something! - I'm used to an automatic.
- Ooh! - MANDY: We've gotta get outta here.
- (MANDY GASPS) - (SONG CONTINUES PLAYING)
Toy car!
Buckle up!
(NICK AND MANDY YELLING)
- MANDY: Get away from me! - (BOTH SCREAMING)
Adam! Adam! Don't eat us!
Whoa!
(SIRENS WAILING)
CONSTANCE: We're here live in Glitter Gulch,
standing just below Adam Szalinski,
who has lifted a small, yellow sports car into the air
with three unidentified persons in it.
From what I can make out,
it looks like two young teenagers, a boy and a girl,
and a man dressed in an Indian costume.
NICK: What's he doing?
He's taking something out of his pocket. A peppermint!
Man!
NICK: Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
(IMITATING CAR ENGINE)
(SCREAMING)
- COWBOY: Howdy, partner. - (SCREAMING)
- (IMITATING CAR ENGINE) - Geez! Oh!
- That car is like a toy to him. - (GASPING)
NICK: I hope this thing has air bags!
(NICK AND MANDY SCREAMING)
Do something, Nick! Tell him to stop!
I can't! He's too big!
WAYNE: We gotta get him away from those lights
before he touches any of them.
Brooks, what's happening with that ice-cream truck?
- We're almost set. - STERLING: Roger!
(ADAM IMITATING CAR ENGINE)
MANDY: Oh, no! (SCREAMING)
Watch the tree!
(NICK GROANS)
(ONLOOKERS SHOUTING)
- (NICK SHOUTING) - (GLASS BREAKING)
- MANDY: Oh no! I'm gonna throw up! - NICK: No! No!
- (SCREAMING) - (ADAM IMITATING CAR ENGINE)
Just a big baby with his toy.
- (IMITATING CAR) - (GASPING)
- Coming through! - (HONKING)
NICK: Get out of the way!
- Come on, Adam, put it down. - Come on sweetheart, put it down.
ADAM: Ooh!
What's he doing now?
NICK: Put us down! Put us down!
He put it down.
NICK: Pick us up! Pick us up!
- (GASPING) - (LAUGHING)
MANDY: Oh, my God! We're gonna die!
(MANDY SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
- What about that truck? - Brooks? What's happening there?
BROOKS: Okay.
We're set.
(ICE-CREAM TRUCK TUNE PLAYS)
- No! Wait! - Hold it! Hold it!
WAYNE: We need him to get the kids down.
- (ICE-CREAM TRUCK TUNE) - Cut it off!
- MANDY: I can't stand it. - Oh, my God!
Oh! (GASPS)
(SCREAMING)
Whatever you do, don't look down!
- MANDY: Nick, don't let go! Please! - NICK: I won't.
- I'm gonna pull you back up, okay? - (MANDY SCREAMING)
- Nick! Mandy! - Hold on!
- But you gotta help. - Okay!
- Get the car, Adam! - (HONKING)
- Adam! Pick up the car!
- Pick up the car! - Come on, Adam, come on!
Come on, sweetheart.
NICK: Come on, I got you.
Car fall down. (GASP)
- (NICK AND MANDY GRUNTING) - (METAL SHIFTS)
(NICK AND MANDY PANTING)
Lock your door.
(SCREAMING)
(CROWD CHATTERING)
(CHEERING)
(ADAM CHUCKLING)
NICK: Thank you, Adam.
(SCREAMING AND GRUNTING)
- He put 'em in the pocket! - Honey, we can't wait any longer.
Let's do it.
Everyone stand by now.
STERLING: (OVER LOUDSPEAKER) Attention, all casinos,
wait for my signal to turn off your lights.
Marshal Brooks, bring on the truck.
(SIREN WAILING)
Nick, come on.
Ready, set, go, Union Plaza.
Go, Golden Gate.
Las Vegas Club.
Now, hit the searchlights.
STERLING: Go, Brooks!
- (ICE-CREAM TRUCK TUNE PLAYS) - STERLING: Lucky Lady, Jackpot.
- Come on, Adam. Come on, baby. - Come on, baby. Go for it!
- (ICE-CREAM TRUCK TUNE PLAYS) - STERLING: Glitter Gulch.
- Golden Goose. - Ice cream.
STERLING: Coin Castle.
STERLING: Binion's Horseshoe,
Vegas World.
This must be another one of my dad's plans.
- STERLING: Star Palace. - MANDY: Great.
Four Queens.
The Fremont.
(FOOTSTEPS THUMPING)
- It's working, Wayne. - Go, Adam!
He really likes ice cream.
Mmm!
(ICE-CREAM TRUCK TUNE PLAYS)
(GROANING)
- Yes! - It's working!
(NERVOUS HUMMING)
- ADAM: Ice cream! - BROOKS: Where are you guys?
This kid's gaining on me.
We have clearance, Captain. Move it.
Brooks said he caught the ice-cream truck just outside of town.
Next thing I know, he grabbed it, right off the truck.
- STERLING: What'd he do with it? - What do you think he did with it?
(ELECTRICITY CRACKLES)
- You got another idea? - I will. Come on, let's go.
- MAN: Dr. Sterling? - Wayne!
Do you remember how we got Adam to hold still
to have his picture taken?
- I put him in my lap and I held him. - Yeah?
Honey, he needs me.
The problem is, to Adam, his mommy is somebody much bigger than he is.
No, Diane. It's a crazy...
Wayne. For almost 20 years
I have watched you have one crazy idea after another.
It's my turn to have just one.
(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)
Ooh!
Fire!
- ADAM: My guitar. - Uh-oh!
- MANDY: What now? - NICK: Adam, don't touch that guitar!
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)
I am pre-heating the lasers now, 600 volts.
Diane, I should be doing this, not you.
There's one thing every little kid knows.
Daddies mean fun.
Mommies mean business.
But this was never meant to do anything like this.
Too little power and you'll grow too slowly like Adam.
- Too much power... - I trust you, Wayne Szalinski.
(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)
Wayne, time to get large.
Here's your soda, sir.
- What do you need a coke bottle for? - (GLASS BREAKING)
I don't. Just the bottom.
Oh.
- (MACHINE WHIRRING) - (LASER BEAM FIRES)
REPORTER: Tom, I'm here just outside the Hard Rock Cafe.
The giant baby is approaching.
- (ROCK MUSIC PLAYING) - WOMAN: Hello? I can't hear you.
Turn off the lights? A giant what? Baby?
- (THUDDING) - (GLASS BREAKING)
Guitar!
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
OFFICER 1: For your own safety, please stay indoors.
OFFICER 2: Get off the street!
Adam! Don't touch the guitar!
- (METAL CREAKS) - (ELECTRICITY SHORTS)
NICK: No, Adam! Adam, put down the guitar!
Can't this thing go any faster? The kid might be growing again!
This is as fast as we can go safely, Doctor!
CONSTANCE: Constance Winters live across the street
from the Hard Rock Cafe.
He thinks the guitar is a real musical instrument.
He's trying to play a tune!
(HUMMING)
(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)
Bring me into range and hold it steady.
Doctor, wait a minute,
if we hit him and he stumbles, he could fall into the crowd.
We'll just have to hope that doesn't happen.
(ADAM HUMMING)
(CONTINUES HUMMING)
Adam, put down the guitar and get the airplane.
Airplane. Hi.
Hold it.
Steady.
- (PULLS LEVER) - (SHOT FIRES)
They're shooting at Adam!
I assume that little maneuver was an error, Captain.
Now steady or I'll make sure this is the last mission you ever fly.
Hey! Pick on somebody your own size.
(SINGING)
- (SHOT FIRES) - (ELECTRICITY CRACKLES)
- Ow! - (ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)
- (ONLOOKERS SCREAMING) - (CRASHING)
(CRYING)
All right, let's go again.
(FOOTSTEPS THUDDING)
(GASPS) Dan...
Hold it stead...
Back off!
Yes, ma'am.
(NICK AND MANDY CHEERING)
You tell 'em! That's my mom!
I need a vacation.
Whoa. Look at that mother.
(SIREN WAILING)
Come here, baby.
Mama!
Come to Mommy.
Come here, baby. Come to mommy!
- NICK: Mom! - (BOTH SCREAMING)
Easy, Mom!
Everything's gonna be okay, sweetie.
Mommy's here.
- Everything it's got, doctor! - Roger!
You crying?
Yeah. It's okay to cry when you're so happy.
The bearings in the generator are about to burn out.
We better do it.
(ALARM BLARES)
(EXPLODING)
Okay, now, look at daddy.
Smile for daddy.
- There he is. - Daddy.
Wayne, 1450! It's all she can take!
- Say cheese, Adam. - Cheese, Adam.
- (LAUGHS) - (ALARM BLARING)
Come on, Wayne.
- (ELECTRICITY BUZZING) - (LASER BEAM FIRES)
(CROWD GASPING)
(GASPS)
- Look, Adam, there's daddy. - Daddy!
Honey, you did it.
- (CHUCKLES) - Adam!
Adam, oh!
You gave us quite a scare, little man.
I knew you could do it, honey.
HENDRICKSON: There he is! Let me through!
Well, Szalinski, you pulled it off. Who would have thought?
Dr. Hendrickson...
that looked like some sort of rifle that you were shooting at my baby.
They were tranquilizer cartridges.
They wouldn't have hurt him, I assure you.
Oh.
Tranquilizer cartridges.
(THUDS)
Never cross mommy.
We got an emergency here. Dr. Hendrickson needs help.
He's overcome with the prospect of having to find a new career.
Hey, big fella, is this what you were lookin' for?
Oh.
Wayne! Nick and Mandy!
Weren't they...
TOGETHER: In Adam's pocket!
- Don't tell me... - Oh, my God.
Honey, I shrunk the kids.
Nobody move!
Now, don't worry.
I have highly specialized equipment to deal with this.
I'll need the helmet and I'll need the dog.
RADIO: Good morning, Las Vegas. All vehicles are asked
to stay clear of the Hard Rock Cafe where inventor Wayne Szalinski
is conducting a one-man search to find some missing children.
It was Szalinski's matter-expanding machine that was responsible
for last night's amazing events.
Dr. Clifford Sterling has just announced...
("OURS IF WE WANT IT" PLAYING ON THE RADIO)
I guess your father's about the most famous guy in the world today.
And I guess you're about the bravest.
That's for saving my life.
It wasn't much.
I don't mean your life wasn't much.
What I did wasn't so much.
(SONG CONTINUES)
How long do you think it'll take before they find us?
I think it may be a while before they find us.
You're kind of different, Nick.
Like your dad.
We're not all that different.
Yeah, you are.
But when you think about it...
I guess the world needs people who are different.
People who see things a little differently, I guess you could say.
(SONG CONTINUES)
- (DOG WHINING) - Are they okay?
Yep. I think we better give them a couple of minutes though.
MAN: What are we gonna do about that?
(GASPS) Adam, look!
(DOG BARKING)
Big, Big Bunny.
What are we gonna do with this?
Don't worry. I'll think of something. Don't I always?
(ADAM LAUGHING)
- WAYNE: Don't you trust me? - DIANE: I don't know. I don't know.
WAYNE: Oh, come on, when have I ever...
(ADAM LAUGHING)