I'm a celebrity.
- Tell it to the judge!
- Feeling pretty good about yourself?
- I am.
- You bested that dastardly duck?
- I did.
You're gonna offer your catch
to the pretty executive?
Indeed.
Miss Houghton!
Get out of the way!
Look out!
What do you know? I found Nemo.
I think she likes you.
Your father would be so ashamed of you.
But I was... It was...
At first, they told me to lose the stutter.
Now they tell me I'm not funny.
It's a pain in the butt
being politically correct.
You're telling me.
What kind of performance
do you call that?
You made me sound
like a total space cadet, man.
I'm sorry you feel that way.
I was trying to be real to your character.
If you, like, goof on me in the sequel,
I'm coming after you.
And I'll give you a Scooby Snack!
There are some areas of the script
I think we need to address.
There's no heart, no cooperation,
nobody learns anything.
Daffy learns not to stick his head
in a jet engine.
- He's gone.
- No, Daffy always comes back.
I just tell him how much I need him.
We hug, we cry,
I drop something heavy on him, I laugh.
The duck is history, okay?
So the question is...
how can I help you
reposition your brand identity?
Answer: We team you up
with a hot female co-star.
Usually...
I play the female love interest.
About the cross-dressing thing?
In the past, funny. Today, disturbing.
Lady, if you don't find a rabbit
with lipstick amusing...
you and I have
nothing to say to each other.
Look, I'm trying to be nice...
but I was brought in
to leverage your synergy...
and I am not going to let you
or some wacky duck...
Daffy.
Wacky, daffy, nutty, fruitcake,
crispy over rice, it doesn't matter.
Well, these matter.
And this.
And they say we get Daffy back.
Right, boys?
- We want Daffy!
- Bring him back!
We love Daffy!
Little Damian.
Hey, Granny.
Hi, Tweety.
How was work today?
Eventful.
What a nice young man.
Guess who? So did you miss me?
I'm glad I was fired.
In a few days,
they'll be kissing my befeathered rump...
begging me to come back. But I won't.
Did I miss the part where I invited you in?
I'll be too busy accepting numerous,
multiple offers.
Every studio in town...
Who am I kidding? My career is over.
Perhaps I was being too polite. Get out!
I'll starve. I'll have to eat envelope glue.
Wait, a sushi bar.
No!
- Daffy.
- Yes.
Leave my father's house. Now.
You live with Daddy?
Yeah, so?
Just, you know, kind of temporarily.
I've hit rock bottom.
I'm hanging out with a security guard
who lives with his father.
My grease and gravy!
Your dad is Damian Drake.
- The super spy.
- He's an actor who plays a spy.
- And that? That was his I Spy Award.
- Ingenious.
An actor playing a super spy as a cover
for being a super spy playing an actor.
In fact, I'll bet this whole dump
is a super spy lair.
Nothing is as it seems.
You're probably protected by
an invisible force field right this minute.
The force field-penetrating apple.
Just feel free to continue
your delusional ranting...
while I answer my...
Remote?
Hello?
- Son?
- Dad?
What are you doing in the painting?
I wanted to keep you out of this,
but there's no one else I can trust.
Can you hold on a second?
Are you shooting a movie or something?
A new Damian Drake movie? Cool.
Come to Las Vegas.
Ask Dusty Tails for the Blue Monkey.
The Blue Monkey? What's a Blue Monkey?
A diamond. A very special diamond.
Find Dusty Tails.
Dad, you need me
to call the police or something?
- No police.
- Dad, are you all right?
I'm sorry I never told you this before,
but I...
- Dad?
- Diamond? I'm rich!
- I've joined the leisure class.
- I gotta go save my dad.
Your dad, yeah.
So count me in. A spy caper.
Double agents, exploding bikinis,
tigers hanging from helicopters!
I'm through with show biz!
From now on,
I'm gonna live the adventure.
- Next stop, Las Vegas.
- I'll take my dad's old car.
- A super spy car. Let's ride.
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