Spy Kids 2: The Island of Lost Dreams

Hello, everyone.

We want to welcome a very special guest to our park today,

the President's daughter.

Big smile.

Hello, Alexandra. Where's your father?

He'll be here. I'll make sure of it.

Hey, there, little Miss First Lady,

I'm Dinky Winks, owner of this fine establishment.

You ready to ride the ride and shrill to the thrills, spills, and chills?

Yes, I am.

Right this way!

Of course, right behind me, the world-famous Whippersnapper.

Guaranteed to make grown men howl like a cub wolf at weaning time.

Over on our left,

the Nervewracker. (EXCLAIMS) Painful, but fun.

On your other left is, well, my personal favorite, the Vomiter.

Now, we tell people not to ride it on a full stomach,

but you know folks, they just don't listen.

But why bother with any of those?

You're here for my latest and greatest.

For your personal amusement and complete gratification,

I humbly offer

the Juggler.

- But is it fast? - (LAUGHS) Is it fast? Let's see, shall we?

The riders are strapped into the bubble.

The hydrobot lifts the bubble high into the air.

And spins it round and round as fast as the United States Government will allow.

The bubble spins, turns, flips, and bounces.

And then it juggles you.

I want to go on!

I thought so.

Now, understand, the override precautions are top-notch,

modified by yours truly.

I thought her father was supposed to be here.

The President has more pressing business

than to spend an entire Sunday in a theme park.

No one's that busy.

Have fun, kid.

We'll take it a little slow, just make it fun.

- Can't you get her down? - Somebody's jammed the override.

Why, that little troublemaker.

Remain calm. Remain calm.

We are the Secret Service. Everything is under control.

- There's nothing we can do, sir. - What?

The weight of our agents will prevent us from ascending

the shaky precipice on which she now stands.

She'll fall.

Don't we have any smaller agents?

Bring me Agents SK1 and SK2.

Coming through. Coming through.

- We're ready. - Use this, the latest gear.

We get to keep them afterwards?

(STAMMERING) No.

Yes. Of course.

Let's rock.

You're sure they can handle this?

If not, there are two others who can.

Bring me Agents SK3 and SK4 as backup.

We got company.

Gary and Gerti. What are they doing here?

Excuse me there, sport. - Where did you get that?

Latest in electro-riser technology,

with new composite materials and AI Brainology.

I can see you don't know what I'm talking about.

- Gary, this is my rescue. - We'll take it from here.

"Latest gear," my butt.

No, no, no! You'll just make it worse!

Now you done it.

- Over here! - Get away from me!

- Alexandra, take my hand! - Back off!

I want my father to come up here and get me.

But he's the President of the United States.

No, he's my father.

He was my father before he ever became President,

and he should still be my father now.

I want him up here!

Sir, we have a situation.

She's got the Transmooker.

This is now a code-red situation. Get her down now!

The point is, you and your father need to have a talk.

Up here may not be the best place.

Come with me, and I promise you, the two of you will have that talk.

How can you promise that?

I'm Level Two. I can order him to talk to you.

Hi, Gerti.

- What you doing? - I'm trying to stop the ride.

- Without disengaging the axis? - Exactly.

Then stop what you're doing.

You see, the ride is designed to work like a giant magnet.

If you reverse the polarization, bye-bye, President's daughter.

See you around.

- Okay. - Wait!

I took this from my father's office this morning.

- I'm sure he'll want it back. - Careful!

Look, Cortez, you take her down, and I'll take this down.

That way, we both look good.

I'm not doing this for looks, Gary.

Thank goodness you're all right, Alexandra.

We were worried sick.

Boys?

I think this is what you're looking for.

She swiped it from the President.

You're in big trouble this time, missy.

Wait a minute. I promised her she could talk to her father.

She'll talk to him, all right. We'll make sure of that.

- Promise me one thing. - What?

No more rinky-dink assignments.

So, you want the Ukata assignment, huh?

Your duties are assigned to you by the agency,

same as everyone, same as me.

I know. It's just that we've learned so much.

Juni and I are more than capable of taking bigger assignments.

But that's not your decision to make.

The Spy Kids Organization is still new,

and if you're a Level Three or even a Level Two,

you cannot go on a mission alone.

You need more experience.

- Come on. - Okay, Mom.

If you're looking for top-secret information, just go straight to the source.

Welcome to the Pentagon.

How did you do that? You can't do that. There is no hacking in this household.

I know. Sorry.

Show me that again.

I know this hair thing is one of my weakest points.

Wait one minute.

You're gonna look cool.

In fact, you're looking cool already. Like me.

Like Poppy.

And it's kind of emotional to me. You know?

A knot.

We are gonna...

You... Aha! Aha!

We got it. That's my boy. Last touch.

- You want me to tie it for you? - No, it's okay. R.A.L.P.H. can do it.

Bow tie, R.A.L.P.H. And not too tight.

Thanks, R.A.L.P.H.

Interesting. But he can never, ever replace

me.

Pow!

Not yet, but I think that new upgrade comes in next week.

Uh-huh.

Only joking.

Hey!

Kids. Kids. Kids. Kids.

Joking?

- Thank you. - Yes, ma'am.

Okay. Remember, kids, this is a very important night for your father.

And if he's named director of the OSS,

be sure to stand up and give him a big hug, all right?

What if Dad doesn't win?

Then give him a bigger hug.

Yao Ling, Wa Ling, this is Danielle and Dione Daluc.

- Hello. - Hi.

They created Infolink, sort of an online trading system

for swapping international secrets.

- Hey. - Hello.

- Champagne? - Can't have any of that.

Sorry.

Something doesn't feel right.

No wonder, your buddy's here, your buddy with the weird laugh.

He does not have a weird laugh.

- We were just talking about you. - Really?

Wow. You look great, Carmen.

- You want to dance? - Sure.

I don't think that's a good idea, Gary.

Family rules say you need to ask my father's permission.

You know, you should've had that suit tailored, Juni.

It's bunching up around your gut, and it makes your head look way too big.

You have to excuse my little brother.

He's still a little upset about the Juggler incident.

A good agent controls his temper.

Just be glad my dad isn't here.

He gets really psycho about this sort of thing.

Hi, Dad.

You remember Gary. He's in our organization.

I was just asking your daughter for a dance.

- You know how to dance? - Fairly well, sir.

- What kind of dances? - All types of dances.

- What about tango? - Yes.

- Mambo? - Fairly well.

- Rumba? - Yes.

- Cha-cha-cha? - Seven steps.

- Bossa nova? - Mmm-hmm.

- Merengue? - Of course.

What about waltz?

- Yeah, I can waltz. - Show me.

Right.

Something like that.

All right. You can go to dance.

Watch your older sister.

Alexandra? - Yes?

- What are you doing in there? - Dancing.

Do you always carry this many Secret Service around?

My dad's idea. He's gotten a little paranoid.

Well, would you dance with me?

No.

All right, hold on a second, guys. Level Two, break it up!

Why not?

I only dance ballet.

What an incredible coincidence.