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Big Fat Liar (2002)
[Man]|Hey,Jas,you awake?
Jason?|Hey,Jason,you awake? Yeah, Dad, been up for hours.|J ust getting dressed. Did you finish that paper|for English class?.|Yeah, did it last night. Jas, did you eat|your oatmeal?. Yeah, thanks, Mom.|It was delicious. Here you go, Trooper.|# Is something wrong with me# # Orthe way that I'm thinking|Come on, come on# # And tell me|why you're staring# # Come on, come on--# [ All Chuckling ] Nice board, Shepherd. Bret, I would love|to hang around... and be physically and|emotionally abused by you guys, but I should probably|get to school. Ow. See, I had a feeling|you were an excellent bully. And I was right.|Take it easy. Give me|the skateboard.|You sure?. 'Cause now you're going from harmless|bully to hardened boardjacker. I don't think you wanna|do that, do you?. [School Bell Ringing] # Come on, come on and tell me|why you're staring# # Come on, come on|and stop ## I assume everyone|has completed their creative|writing assignments. - [ Pager Ringing ]|- I don't want to hear excuses. Ijust want to hear|your assignments readaloud|in a slow and peaceful-- - You,Joshua. Go.|- Uh, my dog ate it? - I know you don't have a dog.|- Right. Sorry. - Miss Caldwel I ?.|- Yes, Kaylee? Can you open the door?.|I t's kinda toasty in here. I suppose so. [ Grunts ] Jason Shepherd, did you just|come in from that window?. No. You looked flushed.|I was just creating a cross-draft. Now that we're all comfortable,|why don'tyou read us your story?. Let's give someone else a chance.|No, we'd like to hear yours. You did do it, didn't you?. Miss Caldwell--|can I call you Phyllis?. - No.|- Understood. But as much as I wanted|to write my paper-- I mean, I really, really wanted|to write my paper-- I couldn't. And it's because I spent all last night|in the Greenbury General emergency room. See, my mom made|Swedish meatballs for dinner.|It's my dad's favorite. He was so excited, he accidentally|swallowed one whole. It was awful! He started choking.|His faced turned purple. The meatball was bulging out|ofhis neck. We rushed him to the E.R. I kept trying to write my paper|in the waiting room,|but it was too hard. I needed to be by my father's side.|After all, he's the only dad I got. You're lying through your|teeth, you little demon. I wish I were, Phyllis.|Call my dad if you want. His number's 555-0147. I think I will. Are you crazy?.|You're totally gonna get busted. Say "Harry Shepherd's office."|No way. Don't drag me into this. - Come on. Help me out. What am I supposed to do?|- How about write the paper?. - Do it. Do it!|- No. No! Harry Shepherd's office.|One moment please. [ Tired, SickVoice ]|Hello?. Oh, hello. Miss Caldwell. Yes, it's true.|It was terrifying! I started to see the white light. I was just about to cross over|to the other side, when I heard the voice of an angel calling out,|and when I opened my eyes, I saw my sweet, sweet Jason|standing over me. And I said,|"Back off, Grim Reaper. I ain't done living yet." And with every ounce of gas|I had left in my body, I burped that meatball|right across the room. And I owe it all to my son. I'm sorry, Miss Caldwell.|I should stop talking now. My throat is still very sore. Thank you. - [Door Opens ]|-Jason! I am so sorry!. You just take your time|handing in that assignment. Thank you. Now back to those|creative assignments. You, Trevor. Go. [School Bell Rings ] Oh! J ust who I was looking for.|I need to see you in here. I would love to hang out|and chat with you, Miss "C." But I've got to get home|and take care of my daddy. Oh, really?. How could you lie to us,Jas?|You told me you wrote that paper. I don't know. Unfortunately that essay |counts for 1/3 of Jason's grade. Without it, he's gonna fail the class.|He'll have to repeat the course in summer school. What?. I can't go|to summer school. There must be something|he can do to make this up. I'm teaching English as a second language|at the community college until 6:00. If you can get me the paper by then,|I'll consider counting it. And don't even think about|downloading something from the Net. - I want the essay handwritten.|- A thousand-word story in three hours?. That should be no problem since making up stories|seems to be your God-given talent. [ Dad's Voice ] Making up stories|seems to be your God-given talent. [ Thinking ]|Big... fat... Iiar. Kenny Trooper was|the world's biggest liar. They say a little lie|can grow bigger and bigger. One man will pay the price. People everywhere stopped|and stared at the big fat liar. Yes! Why'dhe have to steal|my skateboard today? Nice wheels, Shepherd!|[ Laughing ] Freak! Uh, sir?.|I think we just hit a kid. I'm on the phone! Sorry. Apparently we ran over|a kid or something. You all right there, buddy?.|Yeah. But you gotta help me out.|I have to get to the community|college in two minutes... or I'm gonna fail|out of eighth grade.|What's going on here?. - I need a ride.|- What, am I running a taxi service?. It's right down the road. You're lucky|I don't sue you for whiplash. Actually...|my neck does feel pretty stiff. [ Groaning] Get in the car. Watch the shoes!|Watch the shoes! Man! If you only knew|the kind of day I've had! Yeah, it must be really,|really tough to be 1 1. I'm actually 1 4.|Oh, my mistake. Jason Shepherd. Marty Wolf. Famous Hollywood producer. [ Scoffs ] I'm in town|shooting my new picture. Oh, yeah, you're that guy. Dude, no offense, but you have made|some stinkers in the last few years. - Yeah, well, everyone|has a dry spell, Ebert.|- It's Jason. Trust me. All it takes is one hit|to get you back on top. Yeah, that's what I'm counting on|with this story I'm handing in. Oh, really?. Why don'tyou|tell me more about that?. I tried to get out of it,|but my teacher busted me. What'd you go with,|dog ate your homework?. - No. Dad choked on a meatball.|- And you spent all night with him in the E.R.? Yeah. Your teacher called the old man to confirm,|you imitated his voice on the cell phone?. Yeah, pretty much. All right, listen and learn, short stack.|Here's where you went wrong. You should've forged the doctor's note,|made your dad your sister... and changed the meatball|into a chicken wing. It's much easier to swallow|if you G.M.D...which means "Get my drift." Wow. You're good. No, no, no. I'm the best. - Here we are.|- All right, God bless you,Jared. - It's Jason.|- And it always will be. Keep practicing those lies,Jiminy. 'Cause you can take it from me.|The truth?. It's overrated. Now get out! I got a movie to produce! Thanks for the ride, gentlemen. Ciao. Hey-o! You left-- - Back to the set, sir?.|- Yeah. Double-time it, driver. Listen, Whitaker,|I'm noty our sister, I'm not your girlfriend, and I'm not your priest.|[ Clucking] So if you wanna remain my partner,|I've got two words for you. Shut the heck up!|You talkway too much! Can we cut?. Can we--|[ Coughing ] 'Cause this ain't working|for me at all. What do you think you're doing?.|Fumigating me in here?. Move!|Moving. Why did you call cut?. I did not|tell you to stop acting, Urkel. Wolf, how many times|have I told you not to call me Urkel?. My name is Jaleel White, okay?. Urkel was a character|I played when I was a child. Okay,Jaleel.|Hey, what's the problem?. Wanna know the problem?.|Yeah. I'm getting nothing|from the chicken,|that's the problem. He sits there with his head slumped over.|I have no idea what my motivation is. Mmm. Okay, you're|a police officer named Fowl. Your new partner is a crime-fighting|chicken named Whitaker. And your motivation is a nice|fat paycheck that's keeping you out... of working the drive-through window at McDonald's.|Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Watch yourself, Wolf.|Watch yourself. No, you watch yourself, pal. You're just lucky I'm not making you|wear the freaky glasses and suspenders. I swear. I was riding down the street|on Jamie's old bike and some limo hit me. They offered me a ride.|I spilled all my stuff. I must've forgotten the paper. Give us one reason|whywe should believe you. Because it's true! There was some guy in the limo.|Marty something. Maybe he took it. What are our options?. Without the essay,|summer school. Or... summer school. [Man]|Today, students, we're going to learn about|the joys of a special friend... I like to call Mr. Semicolon. [Student Coughing] The semicolon was first used... in a 1734 letter|to British Parliament... by Mr.Jedediah Wilkinson. W-I -L... I--|[ Snoring ] Help... me. Jason, you must've made|at least one friend. Yeah, come to think of it,the kid behind me|who kept flicking boogers at my neck, he seemed like|a really nice guy. I shouldn't even be|in that stupid summer school. Ifit makes you feel any better,|my parents are taking an adventure. They're going on a river rafting|trip in the Grand Canyon.|But do I get an adventure?. No. My big adventure is staying|at my Grandma Pearl's|with her toe fungus. Well, you can hang out|at my place. My folks are taking a long|weekend at some health spa|for their anniversary. It'll just be me and Jamie|from Thursday till Sunday. [Preview Narrator]|In a time... when a little lie... can grow bigger... and bigger, one man will pay the price. Next summer,|people everywhere... will stop and stare. Marty Wolf Pictures presents... Kenny Trooper, the Bi g Fat Liar. [ Kaylee ]|What do you think? Wanna see it? See it?. I thi nk I wrote it. [ Dad]|Not that again,Jason.|I'm telling you! Wait a minute.|This is it. Big Fat Liar is already being touted|as next summer's must-see movie event. I recently sat down|with Marty Wolf, the mastermind behind|this sure-to-be-- That's him!|That's the guy from the limo. - How'd you come up with this idea?|- Some ideas you... struggle and struggle with. But the great ones,|well, they just come to you. Yeah! From my backpack,|you loser! -Jason.|- Dad. I'm serious.|That guy stole my paper. You have to believe me. I can't. Ijust don't trust you right now,Jas. Have a nice weekend, kids. We will.|[Mom ]|See you on Sunday. Have fun. Look out for your brother.|Bye-bye. We'll miss you guys. [ Groans ] Later.|I 'm going over to Rudy's. - Rudy.|- Yo, what's up, dog? How you living, yo?. It's crackin', kid! Peace out, little "G." Booyah! He's not literally|a catcher eating rye bread. It's more of a metaphor|for a state of adolescent angst. - We need to talk.|- I'm tutoring. Bet you wish you still had|your skateboard, huh, Shepherd? Let's see.|Fully-developed brain. Skateboard. - I think I'll take the brain.|- But I have your skateboard. -Kaylee, pack your bags. We're going on a trip.|-I can't just go to Los Angeles. And I can't go through my life|having my parents think I'm a liar. But you are a liar.|In general that's true. But this time I'm telling the truth.|I wrote that paper. And I'm not gonna rest until Wolf admits|he stole it and my parents know it. What are we supposed to do?.|Walk across the country?. Three years of yard work and baby-sitting money.|Our flight leaves in two hours. What about my Grandma Pearl?|I'm staying at her house|while my parents are away. That woman doesn't|even know what year it is. You said you wanted an adventure. We'll go to L.A., I'll get my paper,|and we'll be back before the long weekend is over. My grandma will notice|if I don't even show up at all. [Bret ] Hey, Kaylee,|you got a plunger? I took a dookie and|I clogged up the toilet. Oh, boy. Oh, no. What a mess.|[ Laughing ] This is never gonna work.|She's not that blind and senile. Oh, it'll work. If any of my team mates|see me, Shepherd, you're dead. Hey, we made a deal. You want us to do|your summer school homework or not?. Yeah, it's just--|It's only a few days. And remember. You have to|make your voice sound like a girl's. Come on, big feller. Who's there?. I've got a gun. It's just Kaylee, Grandma. Kaylee?. You can't be Kaylee.|You've grown so tall. And you're so muscular! [ Laughs ]|I'm benching like 220, 230. Good for you!|Give me a hug. Come on. # Me, myself and I# # Me, myself and I|Just me, myself and I# # Ahh-ahh-ahh# [Woman Over P.A. System:|Indistinct ] Follow my lead.|Okay. Hi. I'm Mr. Stroog. [ Laughs ] You serious?.|Is there a problem?. No, no. Uh-- Just you're kind a young to be the biggest|fur coat distributor of the Midwest, you know?. It's a family business. I've been|selling pelts since I was a baby. Okay. I'm Frank. Frank, we want to get some sightseeing in| before we start covering this town in fur. Okay. So this here|is a little place I like to call... Los Angeles. # Me, myself, myself and I# #Just me, myself# # Do it all the time # # I wanna get by # # And that's fine # # Me, myself, myself and I|Just me, myself and I # # Me, myself, myself and I|Just me, myself and I ## Thanks for the I ift, Frank.|We'll take it from here. You got it, Mr. Stroog. Here's my card. If you need|a ride, give me a shout-out. Thanks. [Man ]|Welcome, ladies and gentlemen. This is Ron, your driver,|and I am Arthur, your tour guide. So, what's the plan?. When we get to Wolf's building,|we jump off, infiltrate his office, make him admit|he stole my story. That's it?. That's the lamest|plan I've ever heard. Trust me.|It's gonna work. [Tour Guide ]|So stay tuned. This is the back lot where|many of our hit movies are made. And speaking of movies, in just|a few days we're beginning filming... next summer's smash sensation--|Come on, fol low me. Big Fat Liar! Excuse me, guard?.|Where's stage two?. Security! Let's go! Can I take a moment to say:|How totally awesome is this?. [ Phone Rings ]|Marty Wolf Pictures. Please hold. Marty Wolf Pictures.|Please hold. Can I help you?. We're here to see Marty Wolf.|Do you have|an appointment?. I ask you, Astrid,|what kind of sick world this is... when children need an appointment|to see their own father?. Mr. Wolf|doesn't have children. - Not that he knows of.|- Shh. Look, this is gonna be|an emotional reunion for all of us, so once you let us in, you're probably gonna|wanna hold Papa's calls as well. Mr. Wolf doesn't see anyone|without an appointment. Marty Wolf Pictures. No, she stepped away. I'd love to take a message.|You've got it. If you'd slow down-- Help me out.|Help me out.|No. No. Help me out. Help me out.|Help me out. No. No. No. Okay. Oh. Marty Wolf Pictures.|One moment, please. Operator.|Hi. Marty Wolf Pictures, please. [ Panting, Barks ]|[Phone Rings ] Marty Wolf Pictures.|Astrid Barker, please?. Speaking.|This is Doris Del Rio down in parking. - Do you drive a Saturn?|- Yes. - Well, it's um--|- It's parked on a dog. - I'm not gonna say that.|- Come on! - Hello?.|- Your car's parked on a dog. Your car is parked on a dog. My car is parked on a dog?. Yes, ma'am. In the tail area|to be more specific. [ Gagging ]|It's gruesome, actually. - Listen for yourself.|- [Jason Barking ] [ Barking, Whining ] Hang on, okay?.|I'm coming! Don't die! Just stay! Keep breathing!|Think ofa happy place. All right,|keep a lookout. I'm sure this thing will be over|in just a few minutes. [Phone Ringing] [Ringing Continues ] Marty Wolf Pictures.|Can I take a message?. Mr. Wolf is about|to go into a meeting. Uh-huh. San-- Sandler.|Mm-hmm. [Wolf] We're not just looking|for my personal organizer, Monty. That thing is my life!|Ifyou've lost it, then you've killed me. Simple as that.|Draw a I i ne of chal k around me,|because I am dead! [ Monty]|I understand that.|No, you don't. You always say that.|No, you don't! [Monty]|Did you check your jacket pocket? What do I look like, a moron?.|No, if you remember|that one time-- Fine, Monty, fine.|If it'll make you happy, I'll check my jacket pocket. It's in there. [ Sighs ] Uh, hello?. Excuse me.|Hey, how's it goin'?. Ah, who are you?.|Jason Shepherd. Remember me?.|I wrote Big Fat Liar. Ah-- [ Laughs ] Monty, hold my calls. Give me a few minutes alone|here with Mr. Shepherd. Well, well, well. Jason Shepherd!|The young man from Greenbury, Michigan. I must tell you,|this is quite a surprise.|What can I do for you, amigo?. I want you to call my dad|and tell him you stole the story from me. Call your dad?. Why?. Because it's the truth, and you're|the only one he'll believe. You traveled halfway|across the country... to get me to call your dad|and tell him you did your homework?. You make that phone call,|and you will never hear from me again. - Okay.|- Really?. Yup. It's a great piece ofwork, kid.|And I'm not just blowing smoke. I refer back to it whenever|I get in a bind on the script. So you'll give it back to me|and make the phone call?. Hey, you gave me my movie.|It's the very least I can do for you. Hey...|you smoke cigars, hotshot?. I'm... 1 4, Wolf. All right, suit yourself. Jason Shepherd|ofGreenbury, Michigan-- Ahh. It was a pleasure|doing business with ya. - Oh! What have I done?.|- No! No! Stand back, son! Let me try and|tamp it out with this lit cigar. Oh, I seem to be|making matters worse. Good move! Hold on, help is on the way. Stand back! Oh! Ohhh. You're sick!|You know that?. All I wanted you to do was call my dad|and tell him I wrote that paper! Or else what?. You gonna|shoot me with a spitball, hmm?.|Gonna give me a wedgie?. Grow up, Shepherd!|This is Hollywood, baby.|It's a dog-eat-dog town. Worse. We got cats eatin' cats.|We got fish munchin' fish. We play by our own rules.|[ Chuckling ] I am not leaving|until you make that call! Oh, I'll make a call, all right.|Malone speaking. Rocco, this is the Wolf.|Senda couple of your boys|down here. I got a Code "W" Another angry writer|refusing to leave. Wolf out. - I tried to play fai r, Wolf,|but you asked for it!|- [ Fake Whimpering ] You asked for it. You don't|know who you're messing with!|Come on! Thanks for holding.|Can you spell Soderbergh for me?. Thanks, Steven.|I'll have Mr. Wolf return.|[Phone Ringing] Marty Wolf Pictures.|[Jason ]|No,you don't understand! Let go! I'm telling you.|It was my idea. Oh, yeah, and I wrote|The Nutty Professor.|I heard it all before. Uh... hi. Hey, Astrid. Adam Sandler|called to set up a lunch. I sent some flowers|to Meg Ryan 'cause she|sounded like she had a cold. Oh, and I scheduled|a deep body massage for you at 3:.00. You look like you can use|a little "you" time. Thank you, kind stranger. What can I say?.|This is Hollywood, Kaylee.|It's a fish-eat-fish town. They play by their own rules out here. Does that mean we're going home?.|We're going home... as soon as|Wolf admits he stole my story. I'm not trying to be negative,|but didn't we just find out Wolf|isn't going to admit the truth?. He'll do it.|How?. 'Cause I have his life|in the palm of my hand.|Great, so we're stealing now. We're not stealing.|We're borrowing. I've got Wolf's alarm codes,|credit card numbers, his schedule. So?.|So this is awesome. Give me one day and I'll figure out|a way to use this info against him. I don't know,Jas. I can't go home|until my dad knows the truth. If you saw the way|he looked at me. It was like-- I don't know.|Like I wasn't his kid anymore. Do you think your plan|might include food|and a place to sleep?. The guard!|Let's get outta here! Let's check out|that warehouse. Looks like we found|our temporary home. [Kaylee ]|Look at all this stuff. Oh! All right, Kay, we're gonna need|clothes and supplies.|Let's hunker down... until the law dogs punch out,|and start racking up the merch. What are you talking about?. We'll stay here until closing time|and then we go shopping. # The party's just begun# # Everybody's having fun# # Why don't we run away # # And play some one-on-one # # Let's find a place|just you and me # # With no one around# # Where we can be|who we wanna be # # And no one brings us down # # I, I wish|this night would never end# # I, I wish|this night would never end# # We're on our own|Just me and you # # No one around# # Where we can do|what we wanna do # # I hope we're never found# # I, I wish|this night would never end# # I wish this night|would never end## [ Knocking Sound] J as?. I 'm at the beach. Hey, Frank. Mr. Stroog.|Meet us at the studio gate in 20. - Hey.|- [ Panting ] - What's with the Cokes?.|- The machine, it's rigged.|They're free. [ Hysterical Laughing ]|They're free! [Jason ] Good morning, Frank.|Let's get moving. We've got furs to sell.|Yeah. Fur coat king of|the Midwest, my butt! I've got some R-rated|dialogue for you,|but I'm gonna keep it P.G. I'm gonna keep it P.G.|You owe me $1 00|for yesterday's ride. - Maybe--|- You almost cost me my job. - I'm sorry, I can explain.|- D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D! Hear that?. -Just--|- D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D! - Maybe if we--|- I don't wanna hear it. Okay?. - I know, I just--|- D-D-D-D-D-D-D! - If you--|- D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D! - If-- Don't--|- D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D!|D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D! I'm sorry. It's just that|we came out here to get even|with this guy Marty Wolf. - He stole my story. He's making|it into this big movie.|- Whoa. - Did you just say MartyWolf?.|- Yeah. You know him?. Know him?. I used to drive him.|He fired me last year. - Why?.|- I'm an actor. See?. Right? And I made the mistake|of asking him if I could|audition for one ofhis movies. He could've said no|and not let me audition. But instead he takes my head shot,|writes "loser" across my forehead, and then faxes it to every|casting director in town. You poor thing. If you guys wanna mess|with Wolf, I got your back. [Jason's Voice ]|Today, it's know the enemy time. Right on schedule. [Wolf] Okay, people, we begin|production in two days. Dusty! El director.|First up's the big stunt. I wanna start this shoot off|with a bang! I wanna blow them away|right out of the gate! Hit me! - Rock and rol l, baby,|I am ready to party.|- Go! Okay! Harumph! We open.|Twelve different camera angles. Smoke ascending|from the streets of the city. Kastang!|Birds descending from the heavens... like winged messengers|from above, beckoning. [ Wolf]|Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Confucius say,|"Easy does it, skippy." I can barely afford one camera,|let alone twelve. And forget the birds. Monty, talk to me|about the budget. We're two million dollars over, and the|studio hasn't approved the new budget. When are they supposed|to do that?. Tomorrow morning you have a breakfast|meeting at Marcus Duncan's house. [ Scoffing ] Oh. I have a breakfast|meeting at Marcus Duncan's house. You can tell our little|vice president he can drag|his sorry butt to myplace... if he wants to have a little sit-down|chin-wag with the Wolf Man. Actually, sir, he's not the V.P. anymore. [ Clears Throat ]|He's the president. I see. Well, um, get his address,|we don't wanna be late now, do we?. Next! Now, for a big movie,|you need a big stunt. And for a big stunt, you need|serious media coverage. I'm talkin' TV, print,|that Internet crap, everything. Now who's handling that?.|I am. Jocelyn Davis,|senior V.P. of publicity. Yeah?. Sure you're not senior V.P.|of Twinkies?. [ Chuckling ] Ooh, funny. I'll make sure the shoot|is well-covered.|Terrific! Okay, people, meeting's over.|What's next, Monty? Cool!|1 2:30, stunt demonstration. - What do you think, Marty?. Nice, huh?.|- Perfect. What do you think?. - Bam! Loved it.|- Yeah, but actually, I think... I liked it better the first time|I saw it... in 1 942, you dinosaur! Vince, meet my new effects whiz,|Lester Golub.|Pleasure to meet-- Shh! Lester is going to design|the stunt on his iBook. And your stunt guy's gonna do|whatever the computer tells him to do. I don't need a computer|to show me how to do myjob. Geek boy, ignore FatherTime|over here and get workin'. From the looks of you, I'm sure|that you don't have a social life. So you two will get together tomorrow|to finalize the details. Play nice. I'm offtomorrow.|I'm taking a personal day. I-- What was that?. Personal day?. Wh-What|are you talking about, Vince?.|What's a personal day?. I'm taking my granddaughter|to a birthday party. - Ahh! Oh. May I?.|- Sure. Oh, that is great!|Would you look at that! Clown with the crazy hair! Oh, man! Man, that's fun. See, this is the movie business,|Grandpa! The talkies! You know?. You can take|your personal day in a year|or two when you're dead! [Jason ] Today we learned|we're officially dealing|with the meanest man alive! All right, colored dye.|Check. MegaGlue.|Check. Oh, my God. Grandma Pearl. Bret must be|in a living hell right now. [ Grunting ] How many more, Kaylee?. Fifty.|I gotta get ripped, baby. Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!|Feel no burn! 'Cause I'm the best, baby!|I'm the best! You know, Grandma, you should think|about getting into shape yourself. One more, Grandma!|One more, Grandma! It's all you! I ain't helping!|Last one! Yeah! [Phone Ringing] [ Game Ringing, Beeping ]|[ Cell Phone Ringing ] [ Ringing ]|Hello?. - Hey,Jas.|- Hey, Dad! Just called to see|how you were doing. - Um, doing good. You know,|staying out of trouble.|- What's that noise?. Just doing this experiment|for science class, this thing|with ball bearings and bells. Just wanted to check in 'cause|you looked upset when we left.|Yeah, about that, Dad. I just want you to know,|I totally get what you said|about the whole trust thing. I think when you get back,|you'll see I've been trying|really hard to earn it. - Glad to hear it, pal.|- Good night, Dad. - Night.|- Call forwarding. Gotta love it. You really think|this is gonna work?. One day. That's all it's gonna take.|Wolf's not gonna know what hit him. Jas, little help here. What about your parents?.|Think they'll call?. They're in the middle|of the canyon. There's no phones. Hey, thanks for|coming out here with me. I came for the adventure,|remember?. Right. Anyway, we shouldget|some sleep. - Tomorrow we launch phase two.|- Whoa! [ Alarm Beeping ] It's show time,|Mr. Funny bones. [ Laughing ]|You cute little monkey, you! [ Monkey Sounds ] You! ## [ Humming ]|Look out! Pss! Pss! Pss! "Ow!' Pss! Pss! Pss!|"Cut it out, Marty! Hey, that kills, Marty."|[ Laughing ] [ Sighs ]|Hungry! # Dark in the city|Night is a wire# # Steam in the subway|Earth is afire # # Do-do-do-do|do-do-do-do-do, do-do # # Woman you want me|Give me a sign # # And catch my breathing|even closer behind# # Do-do-do-do|do-do-do-do-do, do-do # Mr. Earpiece,|meet Miss MegaGl ue. # I'm on the hunt|I'm afteryou # # Smell like I sound|I'm lost in a crowd# # And I'm hungry|like the wolf# # Straddle the line|in discord and rhyme # # I'm on the hunt|I'm afteryou # # Mouth is alive|with juices like wine # # And I'm hungry|like the wolf# # Stalked through the forest|too close to hide # # I'll be upon you|by the moonlight sign # # Do-do-do-do|do-do-do-do-do, do-do # Let's dance, Funnybones! # High blood drumming|on your skin, it's so tight # # You feel my heat|I'm just a moment behind# # Do-do-do-do|do-do-do-do-do, do-do ## Oh, my God! [ Ringing ] Good morning.|Marty Wolf Pictures. This is Monty. Monty! Charisma from|Marcus Duncan's office. I'm temping for a second assistant. I am so psyched you're there.|I was watching Charmed|on the W.B. last night... and just as Alyssa Milano|was about to put a spell|on her demon boyfriend, I had the biggest panic attack|that I forgot to give you|Duncan's new address. Really?. I didn't know he moved.|That was quick. Oh, yeah, in a big way. He bought|like the sickest pad in the 90210. We're talking mondo bucks.|[Laughing] Anyhoo, tell Mr. Wolf|that Duncan lives at... All right.|Thanks. Got it. [ Phone Ringing ]|What?. It's Monty. I'm glad I caught you.|Duncan moved. Cancel the meeting. And get one of the makeup chicks|to meet me at the office.|This is an emergency. No, no. You cannot cancel|the meeting. If Duncan doesn't approve|the new budget, we can't|start shooting tomorrow. [ Laughing ] I don't think|you understand, Monty. I'm blue. Aw, come on.|Now, we all have our off days. [ Laughing ] No, I mean I'm literally-- And I've got orange--|[ Groans ] Come on, Wolf Man. Okay, forget it. Give me his address.|I'll figure something out. Copy that. Did you come up with an ending|for the scriptyet?. I'm working on it. I'm headed across the lot|to do some research, but...|I could use a little help. Monty, I am writing and producing|a major motion picture. I don't have time to work on|the script! That's your job. Now, stop wasting time|and get to work! I'm 24 hours away from the most|important shoot of my career. Wolf out!|Ow! Oh, G-- - Get glasses, Grandma!|- Upyours, blue boy! Aah. [ Car Lock Chirps ] - Yeah, I'm, uh--|- [ Speaking Spanish ] Uh-huh. Got the alarm codes?|I'm all over it. Rough. Sister,|I invented the word rough. Duncan will be eating|sugar cubes out of my hand by|the time I'm finished with him. Right. What the-- It's the clown! Let's hurt him!|[ Yelling ] Excuse me-- - [ Screaming ]|- I need backup! [Boy]|Incoming! [ All Yelling ] I'm a very powerful|Hollywood producer! What am I doing here?|Don't touch that, don't|touch that, don't touch-- You kids are all gonna|be hearing from my lawyer!|Don't let him get away! Get off of me!|You wanna dance, kid?. Let's dance! You want a piece of me?.|You want a piece of me?. You're going down, clown! Good, bring it! I'm Marty Wolf!.|You have any idea who I am?. Come on, four eyes, huh?. Hey, head's up, clown! - [ Yelling ]|- [ Yelling ] [Boy]|You're not even funny, clown! [ Line Ringing ] Hello?.|Monty, where the hell|did you send me?. Because it sure|wasn't Duncan's house!|How was I supposed to know?. Don't speak,just listen.|Whatever you do, you gotta|get me in there with Duncan! I'll just reschedule|the meeting, Marty! Geez! Okay. That's all|you had to say. Adios, sugarpuff!.|[ Shouts ] [ Horn Honking ]|Whoa, whoa, whoa! - What the--|- [ Honking Stops ] [ Horn Honks Three Times ] [ Sighs ] ## [ Car Radio: Loud Rock ] ## [Rock Continues ] Stop! [ Alarm Blaring ] Hey, Marty, I like your new coloring.|It works foryou. You did this?.|Yup. And it can end anytime.|All you have to do is make|one phone call to my dad. Shouldn't be much of a|problem since that headset|is superglued toyour ear! Here's my dad's number. Hi. Call me.|Bye-bye. Rotten kids! [ Horn Honking,|Alarm Blaring ] Shepherd! [ Alarm Blaring,|Loud Rock Blaring ] Whoa, whoa, whoa! [ Horn Honks ] - That's it!|- [ Noises Stop ] Oh... my... God! I'm gonna kill you!|Take it easy, man.|It wasn't my fault. - The oldbag rear-endedme.|- Eat my boobies, blue boy! That's very nice. That's really charming|from a woman of your advanced years. Have a nice day!|It's just the tire. You're gonna pay for this! All right, listen... "Masher"|I'm sure we can come to|some monetary arrangement. Yeah, that's what I thought,|tough guy! - Who's the tough guy now, pal?.|- [ Tires Squealing ] Oh, no. Come on. No, dude, no.|Back off, man! No way! [Screaming] Two meetings in a row, Monty. This is not the way to get on|the new president's good side. I'm sorry, sir. I'm sure there must be|some explanation. They told me to pick up|a little blue car. They didn't say anything about|a little blue man! [Laughing] [ Phone Rings ]|You got the Wolf. Where are you?.|I am at Duncan's office right now! I'm, uh--|I'm not gonna make it. You, uh, tell him it's|your fault and reschedule. I am not gonna lie to the new|president ofthe studio, Marty. Don't get all high and mighty|on me, Monty, 'cause if |I go down, you're ridin' shotgun, Tootsie Roll-- now,|make something up! And I'll smooth things over|with him at the premiere. - Fine.|- Wolf, out! Hi, everybody. I'm Pat O'Brien,|and welcome to Tinseltown. Well, here we are again,|this time at the world premiere|of producer Marty Wolf's... action comedy,|Whitaker and Fowl. So this must be a very|exciting evening for you. Oh, yes! You know, it's just good|to get the past behind me... and finally be taken|seriously as an actor. Can I give a shout-out?.|Oh, my God,|it's the chicken! [ Clucking ] [ Crowd Clamoring, Applauding ]|Whitaker, over here! Well, it looks like all of Hollywood|has turned out for this one. But the question is,|where is Marty Wolf?. Oh!|[ Woman ]|Oh, sweet Moses! What is that?|Don't look in his eyes. - Hey there, Marty.|- H-Hi! Ready to end this?. [ Laughs ]|Oh, kid. You have no idea|who you are dealing with. You think I care about|a couple of little pranks?. Nah. [ Laughs ]|See you around, Shepherd. [Phone Dialing] [Phone Ringing]|Hello?. This is J-Dog calling K-Bird.|Repeat,J-Dog calling K-Bird. -Jas, is that you?.|- Yeah. I'm using code names. Wolf didn't throw in the towel.|We're moving into phase three. - What's phase three?.|- We're goin' to our first|Hollywood soiree. I didn't know what to expect,|but all ofa sudden|it's like bam! Bad movie! Can you say "boring"?. Like when you did Saved by|the Bell. Quality, okay?. I mean, substance.|Worst film in the world. [ Whitaker Clucking,|Guests Chattering] Whoa! There he is! El Presidente.|## [ Humming "Hail to the Chief" ] Ah. And his wife,|the very lovely Shaniqua. It's Shandra.|Great to see ya. Well?. I mean, I think|they loved it! Don'tyou?. I think that sad excuse for a movie|just lost the studio $30 million. I'm pulling the plug|on Big Fat Liar. - What?.|- It's over, Wolf. Look,just hear me out. The truth is-- Would you|excuse us please, Shananny?. The truth is, I missed those|meetings because I had... an incredible breakthrough on B.F.L.,|which I was working on all day, and I wanted to wait until we were|in front of the entire industry... to make mypresentation. One chance, Wolf,|that's all I'm givin' you.|And that's all I need. Strap on your seat belt,|Dr. Duncanstein, because you are|about to be blown away. - Monty!|- Sorry. Marty! God! What's going on?. What is this big presentation|you're giving about the movie?. I have no idea! None! None. It is--|[ Blows Raspberry] - I can help you.|- [ Gasps ] Why do you keep|showing up in my life?. Sounds like you need to come up with|some big idea for Big Fat Liar. Right?. What?. Some ten-year-oldkidis gonna|tell me how to fix my entire movie? First of all, I'm 1 4.|Second of all, I created the story. You think I can't at least|come up with a few good twists? - Uh-huh.|- No-- You mean that this kid|really did write Big Fat Liar? Uh-- No, he wrote|a little English paper... with the same title--|big deal. I-It's-- It--|Uh-- He's-- - Don't do it,Jason.|- Kid. I swear to you,|you get me out of this mess, and I'll tell your dad|you wrote Big Fat Liar, Erin Brockovich and|Saving Private Ryan too. Uh, ladies and gentlemen. Friends! Uh, if I can have your|attention for just a moment, please?. You're all probably wondering|why I'm blue and orange. [ Everyone Laughs ]|Just go with me for a second. You see, uh, Big Fat Liar. B.F.L. " Bfl "|as it's come to be known, is full of action, romance,|effects-- oh,you bet! But what it lacks right now|is a message. Trooper's girlfriend makes|this new potion which is|supposed to make him shrink. [ In Earpiece ] But instead,|it causes him to change color. [ Faking A Cough ] Why?.|Because now, the twist is... he can't even lie|about his feelings anymore. You see, his girlfriend, Penny,|she makes Trooper an antidote... which, instead of curing him-- whoa--|causes him to change colors. When he's bummed out|about stuff, he turns blue. - When depressed, he turns blue.|- When he's mad, his hair turns red. When he's angry, boom! His curly locks turn the color|of a flaming brushfire! But when he discovers the ultimate|truth that he's in love with Penny, the softest shade of pink... finds its wayacross his visage. I didn't tell him to say that! Wolf, what are you doing?.|You're not listening to me. Just stick to the plan--|[ Yelps ] I'm sorry. The emotions|in this movie are just so painful. They are painful because-- 'cause they hit home,|right here... in the old corazon. Who among us hasn't told|a little white lie?|I have. Anybody else?. You?.|[Man ]|Guilty. You?. It's all right,|don't be ashamed, brother,|because I am right there with you. I am right there with you. You're all right, man.|Because our picture... looks the audience|right in the eye... and says enough is enough! Lying has gotta stop. The truth and the truth alone|shall set you free! Friends, God bless all of you. God bless America, and God bless Big Fat Liar! [ Cheering ] Very impressive, Marty. Now, does this mean that you|will approve the budget?.|You start shooting tomorrow. That's great.|But if anything, and I mean|anything, goes wrong, your movie, your deal|at the studio... and your career|will be over, you hear me?. Okay. Hey-o!|[ Laughs ] Shepherd, you are|a genius, buddy! Huh?.|[ Imitating Punches Landing ] You ready to make that call?.|Time to let my fingers|do the walking. - Here's my dad's phone number.|- All right. Ah, Daddy. Ah. Hello,|this is MartyWolf. I am standing here in mykitchen|withJason Shepherd. I'm lookin' at him as we speak. And you better bring backup.|[ Phone Disconnects ] What are you doing?. I thought|you were on the phone with my dad. Oh, I was on the phone, all right,|but it ain't with your old man. You're a real piece ofwork, Shepherd.|Who are you?. Rocco Malone, head of security|for Marty Wolf Pictures. Thanks for all your help,|kid. Really. Savin' my butt twice in one year.|Who would've "thunk"it? Let's go, kid. Come on,|you too, Punky Brewster. You can't do this.|We have a witness! Hey, first lesson in Hollywood,|sweetheart. Always get it in writing! What a day! Here's the deal. The two of you|are gonna get on a plane, go back home, forget this|ever happened-- clear?. Good. Let's go get|you two guys packed up, huh?. I can't believe|we're just gonna give up. You're Jason Shepherd.|You can get out of anything. Come on. You must have|a phase four up your sleeve. Yeah. I guess I do. [Phone Dialing] - Hello?.|- Dad?. It's Jason. - Hey.|- I haven't-- I haven't been totally honest|about what I've been up to|the last couple of days. And, uh, I think it's time|I told you the truth. The truth?.|[ Sighs ] Hey, Rocco. Hey. Hey. Why don't you head home?.|I'll take the kids to the airport. - You sure?.|- Yeah. I was gonna be up all night... rewriting Wolf's script anyway,|so it's no problem. All right then. I'm gettin' too old|for this baby-sittin' anyway. You take it easy. Good night.|Good night. You know what the worst part|of this whole thing is?. Wolf is just going to keep|getting away with it. He treats all these people|like dirt, and no one has|the guts to stand up to him. - Forget it, Kaylee.|- I can't forget it. It just makes me sick that your|parents are never gonna know|that you wrote that story. What are we supposed to do?.|My parents are gonna be here|in the morning! We tried everything.|It would take an army|to get Wolf to admit the truth. I think I know where|we could find our troops. - What areyou doing here?.|- I've been pushed around|by Wolffor too long. Tomorrow his whole career|is on the line. So you guys up|for one last fight?. Jas?. It's payback time. Mmm. You've got to look good|for the first day of shooting. Do you copy that, Mr. Funny bones?. "That's a big 1 0-4, Marty!' [ Laughs ]|Mmm. Whoo! I brought you all here|tonight for two reasons. "A" you're all the best|in your given fields. And "B" you all|despise this man... a lot. Gang, let's roll up our sleeves|and get to work. Let's begin.|Your assignments. Red team, you guys stall him|until my parents get to the set. Oh! That's it. Oh!|One more! Oh! That's it! Blue team, I need your help|in the distract and delay tactics. Gold team, you guys are responsible|for the mental warfare. In order to get what we need,|we are talking... complete physical and|psycho-emotional breakdown, people. - Oh, oh, oh, oh.|- I want to see a broken man. I'm talking broken like, "Ooh, I just threw a baseball|through your window" broken. Snap him like a twig.|Squeeze him like a bug. I want you to turn him into mincemeat,|and I don't even know what mincemeat is! I want him to scream|for his mommy: "Wah, wah! Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!'|Do you hear me?. Do you read me?.|'Cause I don't think-- I... think they read you.|Fair enough. Guys, I just got one thing to say. It's show time.|It's show time. From the studio?.|Yes, sir. Don't I know you?.|Yeah, you do. I'm Frank Jackson. I was your driver|last year until you fired me. Fabulous! Oh! Boy, the acting career|must really be taking off. Bravo, Brando. Let's get movin'.|I don't wanna be late. [ Phone Rings ]|Yeah.|Monty, it's me. Oh, hey, Marty. Did you get|some rest for the big day?. Ah, are you kidding me?.|I spent half the night with a scrub|brush and a can of turpentine. But bye-bye, Little Boy Blue,|I am back! Hey, pedal to the metal,|Ricky Retardo! Got a movie to shoot. Uh, I'm sorry, sir. There seems to be|something... wrong with the car. [ Phone Disconnects ] [ Sighs ] I'm gonna fix it. Hot smoke.|Very hot smoke! Oh. What the hell is happening?.|Stay right there. - What?.|- No, Mr. Wolf. Don't come up here. We have a situation.|The carbide lateral valve... is connected to the defibrillator,|and it'sjust actin' up. And the point is, this thing could blow|any second, so you might wanna back up. Back up, back up.|Okay. What are you saying?. The engine's fried.|I need a backup car. Are you kidding me?.|My movie starts shooting in an hour! Mr. Wolf, please.|I would very much appreciate it|if you didn'tyell at me. Okay?. Uh-uh, uh-uh.|I wanna do right-- [ Stammering ]|Don't! Don't touch, dude! I just-- I--|Do not touch! [Car Brakes Squealing] Hey! Everything okay here?. Urkel.Jaleel. Oh, my God, my man. This is incredible.|You gotta get me outta here, buddy. - Hop in.|- No, no! Mr. Wolf, please, no.|Please, no.|It's locked. My pincer--|Can you unlock--|No, no, no. [ Stammering, Protesting ]|No, Mr. Wolf!. Please.|Drive! Sayonara, loser. [ Sobbing ] F-Man to J-Dog. F-Man to J-Dog.|The baton has been passed. Roger that, F-Man.|Well done. Who's the bad actor now,|Mr. Wolf?. Those were real tears! K-Bird, the baton|has been passed. Got it. Nice car!|TV money, baby. Didn't wear those glasses and suspenders|all those years for free, dog. That's a relief. Do you, uh--|Do you know where you're goin'?. Takin' a shortcut. Look,|just throw your seat back|and relax, Wolf Man. - You're in Jaleel's hands now.|- [ Laughs ] Okay.|Whoo! [ Yelps ] You did a fishtail!|That was a close one. Oh, yeah! ##[Rap]|Yeah, baby! Whoo! Yeah!|Where in the hell|are you taking me?. I told you. I know a shortcut.|Through the desert? Slow down, you maniac!|I'm gettin' out! - It's your call, baby.|- I'm gonna do it. - Do what you gotta do.|- I am gettin' out, pal. Go! ## [Rap Continues ]|Not bad.|Yo,Jaleel at the wheel. The condor has flown the coop.|Roger that,J-Dub.|Wait. What does that mean?. Means I'm leavin' Wolf|in the middle ofthe desert.|Urkel is out! Whoo! [ Grunts ] [ Screams ] [ Dialing ] [ Phone Rings ]|Hello?. Ah, Monty, it's me. Oh, hey, Marty.|Is everything okay?. No, no, no.|Everything is fine. Except, uh, oh, yeah.|I'm stuck in the middle of the desert! Do you hear what I am saying to you?.|The what?. The desert!|You gotta get me outta here. How?.|I don't care how, Monty!Just do it! [ Disconnects ] Ready to go Wolfhunting?. I borrowed the chopper|from the shoot. You're in good hands, Wolf.|I flew 49 combat missions in Vietnam. All right. Save me|the sob story, Methuselah. I already sat through Platoon. Just get me to the set! [ Laughs ] # Right here|Right now# # Right here|Right now # # Right here|Right now # - # Right here, right now #|- This is Father Time.|We're headed your way. Roger that, F.T. - They're airborne.|- Copy that. Let's punch a hole in the sky,|Grandpa. Go, go, go! Let's get a tail wind behind this bird,|old-timer. [ Whooping] ## [Rap ] Brando to base. Brando to base.|The sheep has located the|Shepherds and we're coming home. Yes! [ Beeping ] Oh, boy. What's that?.|What's happening?. One of our blades is jammed.|We're gonna have to do a forced evac. What-- What are you|talking about?. Come on, we gotta jump.|This bird is going down! [ Beeping ] Aah! Are you kidding me?.|I wish I was. You're gonna have to hold on tight.|We've only got one chute. I hope it supports us both. Wait! This is insanity!|Vince! Have you done this before?. Oh, don't worry, Wolf.|I'm a professional. Granddad's been doin' this|a long, long time. [ Laughs ]|Vince! [Beeping Continues ] This is Chopper One to Control.|Papa Bear and the Wolf|have left the building. # Right here|Right now## Not like this!|Oh, sweet God! Not like this! Aaaah! Ah. Hello, sir. - Where's Wolf?.|- Uh, late. Bad. [Phone Ringing] - Hello?.|- I'm on the lot, Monty!|I'll be there in a minute! - Marty!|- I'm not lying. Just stall Duncan another|second. Okay?. I'm coming. - Hey, Wolf.|- How's it hangin', Shepherd?. ##[Western Showdown Theme ] [ Funnybones Squeaks ] [ Gasps ] Gimme back my monkey. - Come and get him.|- [ Sighs ] You two! Good-bye! I'm comin', Funnybones! [ Yells ] [ People Shouting ] ## ["Deck The Halls"] Look out! Come on! Right behind ya, Shepherd! ## [Mexican ] You can't out run the Wolf, kid! Yeah, we'll see about that. Hang on, Funnybones,|Daddy's coming! He's all yours, Lester. - [ Computer Beeps ]|- Activate water. Aaah! Who's the geek boy now?.|You spaz! This is it, Monty. Ifhe's not here|in 60 seconds, this movie's over. Right up there is where|the big stunt is taking place. This way. "Help! Come and rescue me, Marty." Feet, don't fail me now. [ Moans ] Let go of the monkey. - Call my dad.|- Never. - Yes.|- No! Ah! Gotcha, kid. It's over.|You lose, and I win. I don't think so, Wolf.|Oh, you don't think so?. Come on,Jason.|You're smarter than that. You write a story,|I steal it, and now I'm|about to start shooting... the greatest movie|of my career. So you admit|you stole my story?. We've been over this.|It's ancient history. Yeah, I stole your story!|Whoop-di-doodle-doo!|You happy now?. I stoleJason Shepherd's paper|and turned it into Big Fat Liar! You know who's listening, pal?.|Hmm?. No one. And they never will.|So for the last time, give it up! Because I will never, ever, ever--|like never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever--|infinity-- tell the truth.|[ Blowing Raspberry ] Because the truth's overrated, right?. That's right!|[Man ]|And cut! Huh?. I told you, Wolf. The only way|to shoot this scene is from|1 2 different camera angles... with birds flyin' around. Oh, and, by the by, Confucius say,|"Kastang, you're busted." Rock 'n' roll, baby. It's just like you wanted, Wolf. The press is all here. You stole the idea for this|movie from a 1 3-year-old boy?. He's, um-- He's 1 4. This is the end ofthe line, Wolf. It's over. [ Growls ] Wolf, I wanna say thanks. You taught me|a valuable lesson. The truth:|It's not overrated. [ Laughing ] I am gonna get you, Shepherd! [Screams ] [ Applauding ] You did all this just|to prove you weren't lying?. I wanted to earn|your trust back, Dad. You've earned it, buddy.|You've earned it. Hey! [ Laughs ]|We got a movie to shoot. Huh?. Come on.|Let's make some magic. The human hit factory|is ready to roll! [ Laughs ] Yeah, let's go home. Hey, where do you think|you're going?. You cannot turn your backs|on me! I'm Marty Wolf!.|All right, fine! Fine! You're all fired! [Man]|You suck, Marty. You, uh, certainly know|how to make an entrance. What can I say?. I got big feet. [ Laughs ] You were right, Penny.|The truth: It's not overrated. [Audience Applauding] Whoo! Oh, oh! Congratulations.|It was incredible. [ Rings ] [ Sighs ]|It's show time. Hey, kids.|I'm Wolfie the Clown. Whoo! And, uh, "I'm Mr. Funnybones!|Happy birthday, Darren." - Oh, my God!|- Oh, no. Yo, Little Mash.|Show him your nutcracker. [ Yells ] - [ Kids Cheering ]|- [ Screaming ] [ Groans ] # Can you move it like this # # I can shake it right back# # Can you move it like this # # I can shake it right back # # Can you move it like this # # I can shake it right back # # Come on, ladies|rock the party # # Shake your body, everybody # # Come on, everybody # # Let's move it all night # # Uh, uh-huh # # Gonna take you back|to the old school # # Can you feel the vibe # # Let's dance to the rhythm|and let me see you # # Why you waste time # # Uh, uh-huh # #Jump back and do the twist # # And the electric start|Hey # # Can you move it like this # # I can shake it right back # # Can you move it like this # # I can shake it right back # # Can you move it like this # # I can shake it right back # # Come on, fellows|start the party # # Shake your body, everybody # # Let's get funky|Do the same sound# # Sing, 'cause we gonna get|on the floor and do it like this # # Can anyone do|the chocolate bar # # Like back in the days # # Uh, uh-huh # # We thought|we'd bring it to ya # # For hummin'|Keep ya groovin', yeah # # Uh, uh-huh # # Well, I can see everybody|on the floor # # Doin' the runnin'man # # Uh, uh-huh # # Do the mashed potato # # Or walk the Philly dog ifyou can # # Hey # # Can you move it like this # # I can shake it right back # # Can you move it like this # # I can shake it right back # # Can you move it like this # # I can shake it right back # # Come on, y'all|let's rock the party # # Shake your body, everybody # # Remember back in the days when we|used to just do the boogaloo # # Everybody gets to rock|to the beat # # SonnyJoe, pickin ' up dough # # And everybody runs|to get down with the deejay # # When he plays smooth music # # Let's dip it, tip it|We went rockin'|We keep tippin'# # Come on, baby|Let's rock this rock # # We gonna get up on the dance floor|and do the Pee-wee Herman # # So shake it up|and do the bus stop # # And do the robot # # And baby, do the rocket|Move it, man # # Can you move it like this # # L.A., Atlanta # # Can you move it like this # # New York, what's up # # Can you move it like this # # Seattle, Dallas and Houston # # Can you move it like this # # Baltimore and D. C. now # # Can you move it like this # # Tampa, do the dip now # # Can you move it like this # # Memphis, I knowyou do|the funky chicken # # Can you move it like this #|# I can shake it like that # # You know, you know, you know #|# Come on, y'all|let's rock the party # # Shake your body, everybody # #Japan|Japanese, you know # # France|That's where we ought to go # # London # # I know you're doin'|the hitchhike # # Can you move it like this # # I can shake it right back # # Can you move it like this # # I can shake it right back # # Can you move it like this ## # Canada, Australia ## ## [ Singing In Spanish ] |
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