Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman s04e21 Episode Script

Toy Story

Lois, this is a terrific piece you two|wrote on those missing orphans.
It's poignant, it's real touching.
It reminds me of the King's|"In the Ghetto.
" Thanks, I just wish we could write|a happy ending to it.
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find the jerk who kidnapped them.
- The police still don't have any leads?|- No.
That's the story.
Twenty kids have been taken in the last|couple of months without a trace.
And since the police don't have any|worried parents screaming in their ears.
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they're not exactly making it|a top priority.
Well, stay on it.
If anybody can get to the bottom of it,|you two can.
Dad, I gotta go.
All right, you guys are gonna stay|with us.
No arguments.
That is final.
Okay.
Okay.
All right, we'll see you|when you get here tomorrow.
Love to Mom.
Bye.
You know, it is their anniversary.
Maybe they don't wanna stay at|our place.
Maybe they wanna be alone.
Alone? Yeah, you know,|so they can be together.
Celebrate in private.
Come on, these are my parents|we're talking about.
Well.
- How long have they been together?|- Thirty-five years.
That's even longer than Alice and I got.
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- Well, we had 32 and a half.
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|- Chief, got your personal ad.
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in" tomorrow's edition no problem.
|- Personal ad? Well, not like I'm having a whole lot|of success dating lately.
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- Let me see what you wrote.
|- Oh, no, no, no.
No, it's just boilerplate|likes and dislikes.
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and it was supposed|to have been anonymous.
Ryan? Ryan! Oh, my gosh, he's gone! Help! Somebody, call the police! - L.
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Go.
How do you guys do that? How did you even know|he had somewhere to go? Oh, well, l.
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can't tell you.
Ryan! Ryan! - What happened?|- The man who steals the children.
He struck again.
He took Ryan! - Did you see which way he went?|- No, he just left.
- Please, you've gotta save him! Hurry!|- Okay, I'll see if I can find him.
- There you guys are.
|- Hi.
I was worried.
Sorry, honey, we got stuck in traffic.
Well, see, you should let me|take you here myself, you know.
We didn't wanna bother you, son.
That's|why I thought we should stay at a hotel.
No way.
|Unless you guys want to be alone.
- Jonathan, Martha.
Happy anniversary.
|- Well, not yet.
Two more days.
- Well, it's close.
Congratulations.
|- Thanks.
So we're just|34 and a half years behind you.
You'll get there.
on that boy.
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taken from the foundling house.
anything else out.
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that this case may be connected.
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to the other missing orphans.
- Oh, those poor kids.
|- You have no idea.
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where they're being taken? Whoever's behind this lined everything|with lead, including the getaway car.
The thing is, there never seems to be|a struggle when these kids are taken.
It's almost as if they want to go.
I'd be a total wreck|if that ever happened to my kid.
Oh, cab's still on the meter.
- Clark, can you help me with the bags?|- Sure.
Yeah.
- Are you okay, honey?|- Me? Yeah, I'm fine.
This whole story's just got me thinking|about having babies.
Lois? - Are you trying to tell me something?|- What? Oh, you think that I'm.
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Oh, no, I'm not.
No, I'm not.
Really.
|I mean, not that I wouldn't wanna be.
I mean, I wouldn't wanna be|right this second.
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but" it's just.
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|Just been crossing my mind lately.
- I see.
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we're waiting for Dr.
Klein to tell us|if we can even have kids.
Did you ever have any qualms|about raising children.
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after you started trying?|I mean, did you.
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Did you ever think that you might not|be able to handle the responsibility? Oh, no, not once|I decided I was ready.
And I'll know that I'm ready|for this how, exactly? You just will.
When you are.
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you'll know, believe me.
Here you go.
Oh, Wendy, and how are|the little tykes doing today? They're just fine, Dr.
Kripstly.
|Just like every day, thanks to you.
And thanks to you too, Wendy.
After all,|look how happy you make them.
Well, I get as much out of it as they do,|believe me.
Plus, it beats working in the toy store.
Here, I made them some toys.
New ones too.
|They're not even out in the stores yet.
Now, make sure the new boy,|Ryan, gets first pick.
- You're spoiling them.
|- They deserve to be spoiled.
They're all neglected and forgotten|children, betrayed by the adults.
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who would deny them their fantasies,|their childhood.
Just like you deserved|when you were a child.
That's none of your business! I don't ever wanna hear you|talk about my childhood here again! - Do you understand me?|- Okay.
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I didn't know.
Remember, Wendy, this is a place|for happy thoughts only, okay? Now, why don't you|hand out these toys, okay? What is this? I thought that you might|wanna see that.
It seemed to me it was like that idea|you were telling me you had.
"STAR Labs, a subsidiary|of Dynacord International.
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is rumored to be ready to unveil|their latest technological breakthrough: The Reintegrator, a device which|will be able to disintegrate matter.
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transport it across space|and then rematerialize it.
" What's wrong? See, this is exactly why you can|never trust adults, Wendy.
They'll stab you in the back|every time! This is the prototype|for the Reintegrator.
I spent years developing this.
- This is my idea.
|- You mean Dynacord stole it from you.
I pitched this to their board of directors|years ago.
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when I worked in their toy division.
|I had hoped to be recognized.
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as a legitimate scientist.
|Instead, they laughed at me.
They mocked me.
|They called me a quack.
And then they told me|to get back to my toys.
Now I discover that they have assigned|a scientist from STAR Labs.
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to oversee its development|without me.
But it's your invention.
- You ought to sue them.
|- No, no, no.
That's the adult way of doing things.
My way is far more childish|and juvenile.
And therefore more punitive,|which makes it more fun.
The Reintegrator was my baby,|and they stole it from me.
Therefore, I think it's only right|that I steal their babies from them.
Probably rotten parents anyway.
Steal their children?|Dr.
Kripstly, you can't do that! Not without help I can't.
And this is just the man who'll help me:|Dr.
Bernard Klein.
- Dr.
Klein?|- Yes? Down here, you fool.
That's right, it's me.
Oh, look, how cute.
|Where did you come from? You're coming with us, Klein.
- Excuse me?|- "Let's go.
" Come out, come out wherever you are.
- Hector, I should've known.
|- I beg your pardon, Dr.
Klein? - Hector.
|- "I said move it, baldy.
" Eyes front, pal.
Hard to call it a kidnapping|when there's no kidnapper.
Maybe it's some kind of mind control.
|Or a hallucination.
Or maybe even some|kind of invisible man.
Clark, listen to us.
|What do we do for a living? What was that sound?|Can you rewind that? What do you think? It sounds like a.
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|A sick duck.
Hello? Is anybody there? Help.
Welcome, Dr.
Klein! Oh, thank God.
|At least you're not another toy.
You're not, right? My name is Dr.
Kripstly.
|Does that ring any bells for you? Dr.
Kripstly.
|Harold Kripstly, the toy inventor? - I'm flattered.
|- Well, sure, I've heard of you.
You were a legend in the toy division.
I used to read about you|in the newsletter.
You're supposed to be brilliant,|a wunderkind.
Whatever happened to you? I went mad.
Oh, well, I never would have guessed.
Are all those your children? They are now.
|And you're gonna help me get more.
Specifically, all the sons and daughters|of Dynacord's board of directors.
What? I will not! Sure you will.
|And you're gonna do "that.
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by telling me exactly how to make|my Reintegrator fully operational.
Reintegrator.
|Now, what's a reintegrator? Last chance, Dr.
Klein.
I will never tell you,|no matter what you do to me.
Oh, no? Chico.
All right, Ryan!|Good swing, Ryan.
- Who wants some cake?|- We do! Hey, nice wheels, toots.
Stow it, doc, I'm not interested.
Ladies and gentlemen,|Dr.
Demento is in the house.
Still think you can get me to tell you|how to make the Reintegrator work? Not! Actually, thanks to Chico's truth serum,|you already did.
The part was right where you said|it would be too.
- What does that thing do, anyway?|- Well, it's quite ingenious, really.
What I could never figure out|was how to consistently rematerialize.
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the transported matter|into its original form.
This transponder actually codes|each separate molecule.
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of the disintegrated object.
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so they can be decoded|upon reintegration.
Whatever.
Tell me, doctor,|how exactly were you able.
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to accurately calibrate|the emitter beam? Easy.
I simply implanted a ruby prism|in the microcircuitry, just like a laser.
I can't believe I just told you that.
Wouldn't it be great if every adult|were as truthful as you are, Dr.
Klein? If they were,|I wouldn't have to punish them.
All right, Brittany,|time to pack up your toys.
You don't want to be late|for your piano lesson.
Come on, hurry up.
Brittany, gather your things.
Is that your toy? I don't remember that.
|Well, put it away.
We've got to go.
Pretty! There, that's everything.
|All right, Brittany.
Brittany? Brittany? Brittany! Her name's Brittany.
She's my only child.
We're sorry about what "happened.
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but" shouldn't you|be talking to the police? I read your articles|about those other missing kids.
I was hoping maybe you'd know|something the police don't.
Those kids were all parentless,|Mr.
Turner.
Underprivileged.
- You're CEO of a huge conglomerate.
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it's" an unrelated kidnapping.
If it was just that, why haven't I|received a ransom demand? Where exactly was Brittany|when she was taken? She was at the park.
The nanny said|she was playing with one of her toys.
The next thing she knew,|Brittany was gone.
She never even saw|what happened to her.
- Do you have any kids?|- Oh, no.
Not yet, anyway.
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when you do.
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you'll realize|that they mean everything to you.
The world.
We'll do everything we possibly can,|Mr.
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I promise you.
Wait.
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does Dynacord own STAR Labs?|- It's one of our subsidiaries.
Why would you ask that? Well, here, in Jimmy's research|on Dr.
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I" just noticed that Dynacord's name|is on STAR Labs letterhead.
But what does that mean? Well, Dr.
Klein from STAR Labs|was abducted.
- It could be related to your daughter.
|- We need a list of everyone.
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who might have a grudge|against you or Dynacord.
Competitors, ex-employees,|anyone you can think of.
I'll do it right away.
Thank you.
- Chief, got a sec?|- No.
Not now, Jimmy.
I'm hip-deep in red ink here.
Well, "it's.
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" It's just that you got a response|to your personal ad.
Here, it's this one.
"You like to curl up by the fire,|so do I.
You're a hopeless romantic, so am I.
You're a Ionely guy, so am.
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" What? What's this? Sorry, chief, it's.
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It's this one.
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"Dear Hound Dog.
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" That's me being anonymous.
"I too love Elvis and a good "book.
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moonlit walks, piña coladas.
Have you been looking for me|as long as I've been looking for you?" Sounds like a match.
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in" tomorrow's personals?|- I don't know.
Yeah, I guess so.
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I better have her|meet me here, though.
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just in case she turns out|to be an ax murderer.
Mommy! You're gonna love it here, Brittany.
|You'll see.
Just give it time.
|All the little kids love it here.
- Mommy! I want Mommy!|- Oh, it's okay, sweetie.
I know.
I know.
Hey, yo, toy guy.
Would it be too much|to ask for a set of ear plugs? - I'm getting a headache here.
|- I've got bigger problems to worry about.
I just heard through the grapevine|that Lois Lane and Clark Kent.
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are starting to interview|ex-employees of Dynacord.
Well, then, you are done for, pal.
Lois and Clark are like pit bulls,|they're the best.
Thanks for the tip.
|Looks like I'll just have to kill them now.
Wait, what? Don't tell me I'm still|blurting out the truth.
- Afraid so.
|- That's it.
You've gone too far this time.
I quit.
- Wendy, what's the matter?|- You're sick, that's what's the matter.
It's one thing to rescue orphans|to take care of.
But it's another thing to rip a perfectly|happy child away from her parents.
- It's wrong.
|- To be honest, it's all wrong.
- Shut up.
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If this is about Brittany.
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you just need to give her time.
|- She doesn't need time.
She needs a mommy.
Her mommy.
You took her for all the wrong reasons.
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that makes you just as bad|as all the evil adults you denounce.
I can't be a part|of this anymore.
I won't.
But what about all the other children?|You can't just walk out on them.
I'm not walking out on them,|I'm walking out on you.
I'm going to the "police.
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unless you let them go.
|- Wait, okay, look.
I don't want you here|if you're not happy.
It defeats the whole purpose.
And I don't want you going away|mad at me, either.
After all,|you're the only adult I ever trusted.
You've been so good with the "kids.
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at least take something of them|with you.
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as a token of our appreciation.
This is the first toy I ever made.
- Lf this is some kind of trick.
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Scout's honor.
Please.
Well, okay.
She's beautiful.
There.
That'll teach you|to talk back to me! But you never set the controls|to reassemble her molecules.
- Without that, she's as good as.
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|- What? Dead? Well, eventually that's what happens|when you grow up.
I don't know, Clark.
|Maybe the little girl's "kidnapping.
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isn't connected to Dr.
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How many more names|on that Dynacord list? Seven.
I just hope one of them pans out,|or it's back to square one.
Listen.
Both Jonathan and I know how hard|you two are working right now.
And we want you to know|that if you "can't.
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celebrate our anniversary|with us tomorrow night.
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we absolutely understand.
No way, Mom.
|We are definitely coming.
- Well, it's about time.
We're starved.
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What in the world? Quite a little guy, huh?|I found him waddling up to the door.
Isn't he the cutest thing? It would be great to give it|to a grandkid.
Jonathan.
Wait a minute.
- Everybody all right?|- Yeah.
- But that was close.
|- Too close.
Which means somebody obviously thinks|we're getting too close to them.
I just wish we knew who|we were supposedly getting too close to.
Well, we've pushed|somebody's buttons, all right.
At least we're on the right track.
- Toys.
|- What? That's it.
|That's the common denominator.
Everything is connected to toys.
Dynacord has a toy division.
And we heard that toy quack|when Dr.
Klein was abducted.
Brittany Turner was playing with a toy|when she disappeared.
- That plus the explosion.
|- Where's that list? Harold Kripstly, toy maker.
|Fired six months ago.
He just moved to the top of the list.
I think we should put you two up|in a hotel until this thing's over.
It's too dangerous here.
Come on, Martha,|let's let them do their job.
- Hello?|- Now maybe.
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we can do a little celebrating|in private.
Finally.
Hey, Jimmy, what's up? Okay.
Thanks.
Two more Dynacord board members'|kids just disappeared.
Look at this place.
Sorry about that.
|I was just fooling around.
- Are you Harold Kripstly?|- Yes.
Lois Lane, Clark Kent.
|We're reporters from the "Daily Planet.
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I thought you two|worked at the "Chronicle.
" Oh, no, no.
- Mind if we ask you a few questions?|- Oh, no, no, not at all.
- Okay.
Mr.
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|- Actually, it's Dr.
Kripstly.
Oh, I'm sorry, Dr.
Kripstly.
You used to|work at the toy division at Dynacord.
Yes.
I was one of their inventors.
|I came up with the Hovering MorphCar.
- It was all the rage two Christmases ago.
|- I remember it.
It was a big hit.
So why did Dynacord fire you? Oh, well, you know,|I guess they didn't like my attitude.
I mean, I was just an overgrown kid|in a world of suits and ties.
I didn't really fit in.
Must have been upsetting though,|wasn't it? Sure, yeah.
I mean, I'm only human.
|But it's all worked out for the best.
I'm much happier here|running my little toy store.
I like being my own boss.
Do you know who Alex Turner is? Sure, yeah.
|He's the big cheese at Dynacord.
- His daughter was kidnapped yesterday.
|- Kidnapped? Oh, my God.
Wait, you.
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- I love kids.
|- We're not saying you would.
We're just investigating|all of our possibilities.
Okay, because I don't know|anything about it.
Cross my heart and hope to die.
No.
We thank you very much|for your time.
Okay.
Oh, hey, I sure hope|you find that little tyke.
Hard to believe he's the evil villain|behind the curtain, isn't it? Yeah, but he's still|one of the only names.
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on the list connected to toys.
We should have Jimmy|run a background check on him.
See if he has any exploding ducks|in his closet.
Good idea.
Maybe we should split up|the rest of this list.
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before any other kids disappear.
I'll take the lawyer|and the board member.
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you take the other two.
|- Deal.
- First one back to the "Planet" wins?|- You're on.
- Okay.
|- Hey, no fair fly.
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You know what.
Hey, kids.
Why the long faces? Why isn't anybody playing? - We wanna go home.
|- But this is better than home.
This is a kids' world,|where the only rule is: Kids rule! Come on, kids, who wants|to play video games? I miss my daddy.
- Me too.
|- I wanna go home.
The truth is.
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it was a bad idea to kill off Wendy.
|- Yeah, who asked you? God, when will|that truth serum wear off? Eat 'Em Up Burger.
I need 30 cheeseburgers, 30 large fries,|and 30 chocolate shakes right away.
- Make mine vanilla?|- Shut up.
No, not you.
I'll be right there.
I just need that last board-member kid,|and I am done.
Those pesky reporters.
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are mucking everything up.
|- I told you they were good.
Look, do you wanna vanish|just like Wendy did? The truth is, you need me.
I understand the machine|and you don't.
I'm a scientist.
You're just a.
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Damn it, Klein.
Shut your mouth! Do you understand me?|Or you are dead! Do you understand me? Dead.
You're a bad man.
I'm not gonna hurt you.
Please stop crying.
Really.
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Well, how about if I give you a dollar?|Would you like that? Okay, 50, that's my final offer.
- Hey, what did you do to him?|- Nothing.
I just.
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Are you okay, Joey? Okay.
|What do you want? - I'm just looking for Mr.
Steele.
|- And who are you? Lois Lane.
I'm a reporter,|and I'm doing a story on Dynacord.
I know he used to be|on the board of directors.
Well, he's on vacation.
|He'll be back on Tuesday.
What's this? Look, Joey, it's addressed to you.
|Let's see what's in it.
Do you think you could get ahold of him?|It's important.
Look, it's a Superman toy.
You like that, don't you? - Where did that toy come from?|- Here.
Here you go.
Oh, wait a second.
Hey, what's the matter with you? No, you don't understand.
|It could be dangerous.
Lady, get your own damn doll.
- Lois?|- What are you doing here? Dr.
Klein.
Are you all right? Oh, yeah.
I'm fine, thank you.
|But the truth is, Lois.
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you're a goner.
I wouldn't.
You see,|this only looks like a toy.
You are not supposed to be here,|Joey Steele is.
Why do adults like you|always screw things up? Sorry, it's what I do.
I thought I had gotten rid of you|once before, Ms.
Lane.
I'm not gonna make that mistake again.
|It's time to say night-night.
Wait, wait.
- Not in front of the children.
|- Go to bed! You know what your problem is,|Kripstly? You don't think ahead.
- What's that supposed to mean?|- It means, first Wendy, now Lois.
You keep getting rid|of mother figures.
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you're never gonna make|those kids happy.
What are you talking about? - She's not a mother.
|- But that doesn't mean I'm not qualified.
In high school I was the most popular|babysitter in my neighborhood.
And "The Sound of Music"|is my favorite movie.
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except, of course, for "Toy Story.
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But I guess it's worth a try.
I mean, if it doesn't work out,|I can always kill you anyway.
Making it a win-win situation.
In the meantime,|I've gotta cover my "tracks.
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so that husband of yours|doesn't follow.
I think I'll arrange to meet him|at the toy store.
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That's cool, huh?|And don't bother "yelling.
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for that super grownup, either.
|This kiddie place is soundproofed.
Wait a minute! Oh, come on! Open up! Hello there.
How's it going? Hi, kids, I'm Franky the Frog.
What's all your names? No? Look at this.
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poisonous fangs and.
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visible intestines.
Who wouldn't wanna play with this? I don't exactly know what happened.
She just suddenly disappeared|before my very eyes.
Lois wasn't holding a toy in her hand|by any chance, was she? She must have known.
That's why|she didn't want Joey to have it.
- Known what? What did she say?|- She said it could be dangerous.
She saved Joey, Mr.
Kent.
Oh, my God, I hope she's all right.
Excuse me.
- Lois, is that you?|- "No, C.
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" I found out why Kripstly got fired.
Apparently, he tried to sell the board|on some crazy invention.
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and then got ballistic|when they turned him down.
- What was the invention?|- Something called the Reintegrator.
From what I gather, it's supposed to|make things vanish in one place.
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then reappear somewhere else.
It sounds like "Beam me up, Scotty"|to me.
Oh, one more thing.
Kripstly called here for you.
He said if you wanted to meet him,|you knew where to find him.
Does that make any sense to you? C.
K? Mr.
Kent? I miss my doggy.
I'm scared.
Oh, listen, I've got something for you.
How about a story? Once upon a time.
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there was a little boy|who had to leave his home.
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because his planet|was going to explode.
And his mommy and daddy,|they didn't have "time.
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to build a spaceship|big enough for the whole family.
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so they built one just for him.
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so that he had time to escape.
And then.
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he traveled millions and millions|of miles through space.
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until he landed here, on Earth.
And he was really, really scared too.
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because he missed his home.
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and his mommy and daddy,|just like you guys.
But you know who that little boy|turned out to be? This little boy turned out|to be Superman.
Superman was scared too? But you know what he did? He reached down inside.
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and he found out|that he was also really, really brave.
- I can't believe it.
|- I didn't know that.
So when you're your most sad|or your most scared.
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you just remember that Superman|was scared once too.
And if you believe in yourself.
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then everything will work out|for the best.
The end.
- Dr.
Klein.
|- Lois, that was amazing.
I'm impressed.
|How did you know what to do? Oh, I don't know.
Maybe I saw it|in some old movie or something.
Maybe just maternal instinct.
You think? Listen, I've got an idea|how to let Clark know where we are.
Kripstly just got word to him|to go to the toy store.
How are you gonna reach Clark|before Kripstly does? Do you think you can reach|the Reintegrator controls? No.
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No, I can't.
- You have to try.
|- No, I'm telling you, I can't.
- Look, once there was this little boy.
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|- Yes, Lois, I heard the story.
All right, Kripstly, where are you? Oh, that's good.
A little farther.
Keep going.
I did it! I did it! I don't believe it! - What now?|- I'm writing a message to Clark.
I don't want it to be too obvious|in case Kripstly sees it first.
What do you think? The truth? It sucks.
Never mind, just set the controls|for the toy store.
Okay, but how are you gonna get|the drawing to the transponder? Just hurry.
Kripstly.
Easy.
Easy, easy.
A little to the left.
Careful, you're going too fast.
Watch out, watch out, you're gonna.
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Nicely done.
Okay, now.
Hey, what are you doing? What are you two doing? I knew I shouldn't have|trusted you adults.
Well, I'm gonna do what|I should've done right off the bat.
Starting with you, Klein.
I forget.
Which is it, Bernie? Do you implode in deep space?|Or explode? - You!|- All right, Kripstly, playtime is over.
Superman.
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if you so much as twitch|one of those oversized pecs of yours.
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those kids will become space debris.
Understand? I don't believe you'd do it.
I think you care too much about|those kids to ever hurt them.
Superman, I don't mean to be critical,|but what do you think you're doing? He could never hurt a child.
At least not intentionally, anyway.
- It's against everything that he's about.
|- Let them go, Dr.
Kripstly.
They don't wanna be in this place,|not forever.
Just because you don't wanna live|with rules and regulations.
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doesn't mean that's what they want.
|They need rules, they need structure.
That's what makes them feel secure.
That's exactly what an adult would say.
|That's why I ought to push this button.
To spare them a life|of being betrayed and abused.
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by lying, hypocritical, two-faced.
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evil adults.
What do you think of that? I think that would be a big mistake.
No! Superman! Did you really used to be scared? Of course.
|Everyone gets scared.
- Come on.
Come on.
|- Superman! Superman! Poor guy.
Jimmy.
Look, son, l.
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|I appreciate you hanging here with me.
But let's face "it.
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the old Hound Dog got stood up.
Come on, chief, don't give up yet.
|She's "only.
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two and a half hours late.
I'm sorry it didn't work out|for you, chief.
You know, things that seem too good|to be true, they usually are.
- Go on, get the hell out of here.
|- All right.
- Good night.
|- Yeah.
Flowers? - For me?|- Alice? What are you doing here? Responding to your ad.
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Hound Dog.
Now, wait a minute.
You.
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|You're moonlight walks? - Piña coladas?|- Afraid so.
I just put the ad in for fun.
I didn't|really expect anything to come of it.
Certainly.
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not this.
I don't know what to say.
Well, figuring that we haven't spoken|since the divorce.
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that's understandable.
Believe me, Perry,|I didn't even realize it was you.
Not until I found out|where you wanted to meet.
That's why I'm so late.
I couldn't decide|if it was a good idea.
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or not.
Well.
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jeez, Alice.
I guess it wasn't|a very good idea after all.
And l.
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I better go.
No, no, no.
Wait.
Don't.
- Really?|- Yeah.
Yeah, really.
I.
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Here.
Here, honey.
Are you sure you guys don't wanna stay|for a nightcap or something? No, your mother and I are gonna|head back to the hotel.
Well, you know, you can stay here|if you want to.
It's safe now.
- I promise.
|- It's all right.
You two really do wanna be alone.
Thanks for the wonderful dinner.
|And the beautiful present.
That thing we were talking about before?|About being ready? I think I know.
Jonathan, we have to go now.
- Bye.
|- Bye.
What was this all about? Oh, just girl talk.
|I'll tell you about it upstairs.
- Why upstairs?|- Guess.