Mother, 10 minutes.
Please return your seatbacks
to their full and upright position.
So, what are your plans now, if I may ask?
Daffy will save us. He's the hero.
All right, bucktooth. Stick a carrot in it.
Everybody calm down, all right?
I can handle this.
Sell my Warner Brothers stock.
I got an inside tip
that Bugs Bunny is about to die.
Out of gas.
What? It doesn't work like that.
Thanks, toots.
- Carrot?
- No, thanks.
You really think that playing card
is going to help you rescue your father?
Yeah, I do.
You know this all sounds insane, right?
I remember the first time
I saw your dad in the movies.
So breathtaking.
Your hair smells nice.
- You say something?
- No, just saying good night.
I'm telling you, Daffy...
I heard the Warner Brothers say
you were their best duck.
Flattered though I may be,
flattened I will not...
in order for you to get the laughs.
It's all... And then...
- And your tail is on fire.
- Exactly my point.
No, really, your tail's on fire.
Daff, you're accident-prone.
What am I talking to you for?
All you have to do is munch on a carrot,
and people love you.
I need you to move my 12:00 appointment
up to 2:00 and then back to 11:00.
Then just cancel it.
And I need you to get a helicopter and...
No, don't put me on hold.
Oh, God.
I can't die out here.
This wasn't the plan.
After this comedy...
I promised myself
I would only do real movies...
about the human condition
crammed with social relevance.
There's nothing but a big rock
for 10 miles in that, that...
that, and that direction.
I say we go that way.
Say, who are you kidding here?
We're goners!
Water! I can't die now.
Think of the millions of children
who want me to have the diamond.
The poor children!
Look at that.
Is it a mirage? Or just product placement?
Who cares? With shopping convenience
at such low prices.
Water, Fresca, Mountain Dew.
Your product name here.
Is this your idea?
The audience expects it.
They don't even notice
this kind of thing anymore.
Nice of Wal-Mart
to provide these Wal-Mart beverages...
in return for us saying "Wal-Mart"
so many times.
Where's Yosemite Sam?
- What is your report?
- Boss, it wasn't me.
That razzan-frazzan duck
and that crazy son D. J...
and a humina-humina Dusty Tails.
You know, that makes a lot of sense.
Thank you.
Mr. Drake, are you going to save us
the bother of eliminating your son?
My son is going to kick your evil butt.
- Mr. Chairman.
- Yes, Dad.
- Desert operative.
- No.
Not a bad idea, Dad.
Our desert operative is due for a win.
I told you we should have
made that left turn at Albuquerque.
Don't start that again.
All right. Here's the plan.
We wait here for the next truck or car
or camel or whatever...
and take Bugs and Daffy...
get back to Hollywood
and finish making the movie.
What are you going to do?
- I'm just gonna keep walking that way.
- That's your plan?
Yep. That's the direction
the car was going.
You're not leaving me here
while you make off with my diamond.
I don't wanna get too wrapped up
in your caper...
but let's assume that you're right
and Damian Drake is a spy?
Super spy.
What's the point of just meandering
through the desert if...
Here.
Be safe.
- Attaboy. Trust your instincts.
- Yeah.
Except for the water tower, the Batmobile,
the rubble known as Las Vegas.
There's nobody as rich, famous,
and powerful as my father...
who just disappears into thin air.
Suddenly I feel like
I'm in Aunt Marge's Jell-O mold.
Guys, it's air-conditioned in here.
Come on in.
Intruder alert.
Easy.
Earth freak.
Okay, buster. Where's Damian Drake
and that big diamond?
Cleanup on aisle three.
Can I be of service?
I am monitored to respond
to the name Robbie.
Hi, D.J.
At ease. I'm Mother.
Yeah, like the car said
that we would be meeting you.
How do you know my name?
D.J., I've known you
since you were this big.
That's not really possible, is it?
Must have been a photo.