house. If she wants to spoil me,
she can spoil me.
All right. All right.
But just one.
And not...
the biggest one.
Does it really fly?
It really does,
but only outside.
- We don't want to break anything.
- Wow! Thanks, Natalie!
Why do you have to leave?
It's so close to Christmas.
I know, but the royal family's coming
for one of Natalie's fund-raisers...
and it's my job to make sure the event's
well-covered by press and photographers.
Hey, it's not gonna take that long, and I won't
have to work for the rest of your vacation.
And if you need anything, ask Prescott.
He'll take care of you.
It's a cool plane, huh?
I think she's trying
to buy my affection.
- Kevin.
- What?
I'm not saying
it's a bad thing.
I'm glad you're here.
Mr. Prescott,
can I ask you a question?
- Yes.
- Can you make a milk shake?
Do you have chocolate?
What? Natalie said
anything I need.
- And you need a milk shake, do you?
- A chocolate one.
- Do you think we’ll have a white Christmas?
- It seems highly unlikely...
given the recent
unseasonable temperatures.
What's this thing?
A mini elevator?
It's called a dumbwaiter.
- Why is it called a waiter?
- Because it carries food.
- Why is it called dumb?
- Because it doesn't speak...
or ask countless
idiotic questions.
Can you read?
The door.
"No Entry."
- What, does that mean me?
- Especially you.
This is the control center from which
I manage this entire household...
as well as
my personal quarters.
Miss Natalie may have
granted you run of her home...
but this is my domain
and strictly off-limits.
Understood?
Any more questions?
Good.
Hey, Molly.
Whatcha doing?
Cleanin' the house.
- Gross.
- Oh, no, no. Not in this house.
Watch. Vacuum, on.
- Vacuum, off.
- Wow! The place even cleans itself!.
Want to see somethin'
really cool?
Open sesame.
Wow! This place is awesome.
Yes, it is.
Music, off?
Music, off.
I'm off to the store.
I'll be back in an hour or so.
And don't pick on
that dear child.
Door, open.
She's out of the house.
All right.
The coast is clear.
- Let's go.
- Wait. Are you sure it's safe?
Pumpkin, would I take you
in there if it wasn't safe?
It's just if the prince don't arrive till tomorrow,
why are we going in there now?
To get the lay of the land.
What doya think, Vera...
we're just gonna go in there tomorrow
and start grabbing kids?
"Ooh, everybody
get in the van." No.
We gotta figure out the where,
the when, the how to get him out of there.
Do you know the secret
to criminal success?
Not getting caught.
Planning. Preparation.
Preparedness.
Be Prepared.
Be a prepared "preperator."
Eh? That's my motto,
and that's why I’m--
- A Boy Scout.
- No. The boss, eh?
- Who's the boss?
- You're the boss!
- Where's the boss?
- Right here.
- Hey. Boss, party of one.
- Right there.
All right.
Let's go, pookie.
No. It can't be!
It is! It's Marv!
Mr. Prescott?
Mr. Prescott, are you there?
Mr. Prescott! Help!
Marv, the alarm is on.
Oh, no.
What are we gonna do?
Watch this, eh?
Oh.
Alarm, off.
- Hmm.
- Door, open.
- Ahh!
- That is one handy gadget.
Well, what's my motto?
You're the boss?
- Be Prepared. Yeah.
- Right.
I married a genius.
What do you think that is?
Is that a turkey ball?
-Just put that down. Like a klepto here.
- All right.
- The prince should be staying
in one of these rooms.
- I think that's an elevator.
- Don't-- You give me such a headache.
- You give me a headache.
- You're giving me a headache.
- You give me a headache.
- Don't push me.
- Door, close.
- You're driving me crazy.
- You're driving me crazy.
- You're driving me--
- Oh, shut up.
Door, open.
- Door, close.
- I love this thing.
Marv--
The door was... shutting.
What's wrong with this thing?
Door, open.
I think there's somebody here.
Anybody in here?
- Well, not now. Shh!
- You shh!
- You shh!
- You shh!
Maybe the prince came early.
What the--
That's it. Come on.