-Aah!
MARV: That's...
three.
HARRY: No.
[Clang]
MARV: That's four.
MARV: Come on, Harry.
HARRY:
Marv, are you sure this is safe?
MARV: Oh, yeah.
Yup. I worked all the kinks out.
Solid as a rock.
[Furniture collapsing]
HARRY: Like a rock, huh, Marv?
KEVlN: Hey, do you guys give up?
Have you had enough pain?
MARV: Never!
HARRY: You better say every
prayer you ever heard before!
MARV: I hope your parents got
you a tombstone for Christmas!
Where'd he go?
I'm up here,
and I'm really scared.
HARRY: What's that sound?
-Aah!
-Aah!
MARV: That was the sound
of a tool chest...
falling down the stairs.
HARRY: Oh.
[Crunch]
Yes!
MARV: Over there!
HARRY: I don't care if I get
the chair. I'm killing that kid!
HARRY: Surrender, kid!
MARV: He vanished.
KEVlN: I'm down here,
you big horse's ass!
MARV: Whoa!
Nice night for a neck injury!
Suck brick, kid!
HARRY: Come on, Marv.
MARV: Oh, I don't know.
HARRY: I said, come on.
Come on, you big sissy.
[Whimpering]
[Sniffing]
Harry?
You wearing aftershave?
HARRY: That's not aftershave.
That's kerosene.
The rope is soaked in it.
Why would anybody
soak a rope in kerosene?
Merry Christmas.
-Go up!
-Aah!
Aah!
HARRY: Ooch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!
Ouch! Aah! Ouch!
MARV: Aah!
-Aah!
-Aah!
HARRY: Get off!
-Aah!
-Aah!
HARRY: Get the bag.
Hello. The two guys who robbed
Duncan's Toy Chest...
are at Central Park West
and 95th Street.
Look for fireworks.
Hurry. They got a gun.
KEVlN: Hey, I'm down here.
Better come and get me
before I call the cops.
[Bus horn honks]
Whoa!
MARV:
My, how the tables have turned.
HARRY:
How do you like the ice, kid?
[Both laughing]
HARRY: Let's go
for a little stroll in the park.
HARRY: Give me that bag!
Gimme it.
These will look great
in the photo album.
You may have won
the battle, little dude...
but you lost the war.
HARRY: You ought not have
messed with us, pal.
We're dangerous.
-Harry.
-Shut up.
Harry...
HARRY:
Shut up. I want to enjoy this.
MARV: Something's wrong.
Let's get out of here.
Shut up, I said!
HARRY: I never made it
to the sixth grade, kid...
and it doesn't look like
you're going to, either.
WOMAN: Let him go!
Kevin, run!
Shoot her! Shoot her!
Shoot her!
I'm trying to shoot her!
-Aah!
-Aah!
[Harry muttering]
Aah!
Bye! Thanks!
[Siren]
OFFlCER: Jeez, it looks like
the Fourth of July!
We'll take the bridge.
You guys get the tunnel.
Let's go. Come on!
[Harry and Marv muttering]
Oh, my God!
[Gunshot]
OFFlCER:
All right, you guys, let's go.
SECOND OFFlCER:
Come on. On yourfeet.
HARRY: Take it easy.
OFFlCER: You guys
should've started earlier.
The prisoners
have already exchanged gifts.
MARV: We missed the presents?
He made us hide out
in a store...
so we could steal
the charity money.
-Shut up, Marv!
-Aah!
HARRY: You got the right
to remain silent, you know.
He's a little cranky.
We just broke out of prison
a few days ago.
Shut up, Marv! Jeez!
-Get them out of here.
-Let's go.
MARV: Remember,
if this makes the papers...
we're no longer the Wet Bandits.
We're the Sticky Bandits!
Ow! That's Sticky!
That's "S"...
HARRY: Shut it!
MARV: "T," uh...
-"l."
-"l."
OFFlCER:
Mr. Duncan, it's all over.
We apprehended the thieves,
and we recovered your money.
DUNCAN: Good.
I want to get that money...
over to the Children's Hospital.
OFFlCER:
I'll handle it personally.
DUNCAN: Thank you very much.
INSPECTOR:
Excuse me, Mr. Duncan.
I found this note.
Looks like a kid
broke your window.
Turtledoves.
Ohh.
KATE: Oh, excuse me.
I'm looking for my son.
He's this boy right here.
Excuse me. Please help me.
This boy right here,
have you seen him?
This one. Please?
I'm looking for my son.
He's been missing
for two days.
OFFlCER:
Have you filed a report?
KATE: Yes, of course we have.
Then trust us.
We'll handle it.
Oh.
But I'm his mother.
I realize that, ma'am...
but you're looking
for a needle in a haystack.