Screaming]
Aah!
Heh heh heh heh heh heh.
Oh!
Ah! Ah! Ah! He did it!
Harry?
I'm coming up!
Uh-oh.
I'm going to murderthat kid.
Ah-choo!
Yes!
Whoa!
Whoop.
Oh!
MARV: Hey!
Don't you know a kid always wins
against two idiots?
Harry!
He's in the living room!
[Muttering]
He went up the ladder!
Aah!
Ohh...
I'm coming, Harry.
I'm coming.
Harry, Harry.
Hey, you didn't lose any teeth.
Come on.
He went to the second floor.
KEVlN: Hey...
why don't you guys
try the stairs?
MARV: Right.
HARRY:
Wait a minute. Wait a minute!
Don't you remember
what happened last year?
No.
Watch this.
Let's get him!
[Makes sound of footsteps]
Oh! He busted me
right in my mouth, Marv!
That's one.
MARV: Don't worry, Harry!
I'll get him!
Ow!
Right in the schnozz!
HARRY: That's two.
Come on. Let's get him.
MARV: Oops.
-Aah!
-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!