Mr. Popper's Penguins

Bald Eagle calling Tippytoe. Over.

Bald Eagle calling Tippytoe. Over.

Tippytoe, come in. Are you there?

This is Tippytoe. Over.

Did you receive the souvenir package? Over.

Package received. Over. Is it snowing there now, Dad?

I wouldn't know, kiddo, because I'm in Marrakech.

Whoa!

This is the big one, buddy. A dream come true.

We have been compromised. Over.

Kiss her for me!

This is Mama Bird. Over and out.

You, get to sleep.

Guess where I am now, pal. Romania!

Papua New Guinea. Makes the old Guinea look like nothing.

Bald Eagle calling Tippytoe. Over.

I can reach now.

Wow! How long have I been gone?

Two months and 17 days.

Well, don't worry, because Samoa is what we've been looking for.

This one is going to be my legacy.

Yeahbsolutely.

Bald Eagle calling Tippytoe. Over.

Bald Eagle calling Tippytoe. Over.

Tippytoe to Bald Eagle. Over.

Come in. Are you there?

Hey, kiddo. I'm right on the verge of something big here.

But I'm not going to make it home for your birthday.

I'm really sorry,

but opportunities like this are hard to find, Son.

Opportunities like this are hard to find, Franklin.

I'm about to bag a rare species on this little expedition.

Fifteen F.A. R. That's a million absolute.

And a landmark building.

Don't thank me, just start building a statue.

- Morning, Pippi. - Mr. Popper.

Contract.

I love the smell of toner in the morning.

That's the pertinent printout.

And the person we are purchasing the property from is present.

Let's do it.

Mr. Popper for Mr. Gremmins.

And you are?

Pippi Peponopolis. I'm Mr. Popper's personal assistant.

I process his paperwork and I procure his periodicals.

She doesn't even know she's doing it.

- Pardon? - Nothing.

You can go in.

Mr. Popper, sorry to waste your time,

but I've changed my mind. I'm not going to sell.

I understand.

Second thoughts are as valid as first thoughts.

They just come later.

It's just that this building is my last holding and if I sell, then...

Then you're free, and that's a scary thing.

Hey, I get it.

Doing any sailing this year?

Who has the time?

Yeah. My father sailed around the world solo.

- Yeah. - Lucky man.

Yeah, pulled a Hemingway. Just him and the sea.

You know, that's always been a dream of mine.

Oh! (CHUCKLES) He had some stories.

Like that storm off the Horn of Africa.

- The Horn of Africa? - Oh, yeah.

The sea was calm, the sailing smooth. When, out of nowhere...

Twenty-foot swells, like a hammer punch to the prow.

Dad was a heck of a sailor, but he'd never seen waves like this.

Gale force winds straight from the Devil's nostrils

whipped his ship like a rubber ducky.

The salt spray in his face felt like a thousand needles.

And suddenly, the wind ripped the mainsail off the mast.

He was doomed.

What did he do?

- What did he do? - Yes.

He spun the wheel.

Hoisted the jib, threaded the needle backwards.

And when he came out the other side... Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

- What? - It can't be. But it is.

What is it?

A blue whale.

Like a gentle giant, the most majestic creature on Earth.

It's so beautiful.

Can you see it?

His skin glistening in the sun.

A rainbow

in the spray of his mighty blowhole.

Oh, well. You will get out there,

someday.

Mmm.

Wait.

- (MEN LAUGHING) Way to go, Popper.

Hey, it's what I do.

Gentlemen, what is the future of Franklin, Reader & Yates?

A long, slow decline, getting older and weaker

till it has that funny smell

and starts driving around all day with the left-turn signal on?

Franklin?

Or will it be reborn

with vim, vigor and Viagratality?

I say we meet the future head-on.

Sexy!

Come on, guys. It's time to commit.

It's time to go above and Beyoncé, and put a ring on it.

Beyoncé is a singer, Franklin. She's a singer.

Named Beyoncé!

Can he hear me?

We had a feeling this was coming, Popper.

We saw the marble slab in your office.

Oops.

Popper, there's no one more qualified than you to take a seat at this table.

Don't sit just yet. - Okay.

There is one more prize we would like you to get for us.

Name it, fellas.

Plaza Hotel? Empire State Building?

The Pentagon?

Tavern on the Green.

Tavern on the Green?

What's the matter, Popper?

Nothing. It's just kind of a rundown place.

It's the only privately held real estate in Central Park.

We can build anything we want on it.

You mean, like, wipe it off the face of the Earth?

Start over?

Mmm-hmm.

- It would be like it never existed. Exactly

But first you have got to get past Selma Van Gundy.

She has gotten a thousand offers, turned them all down.

You've got one shot.

You think you can close it?

I'm sorry, have we met? I'm Thom Popper.

I do deals like this in my sleep.

Hello? Hey, Amanda, we're pulling up.

- Can you make sure the kids are ready? - Yeah.

Last time it took a while.

- Keep it running. - Sure thing, Mr. Popper.

Thomas! Greetings.

Greetings, Rick, and welcome to our planet.

Lately, we've been using the word, "Hi" or a simple, "Sup?"

How are you?

I'm better now. Thank you.

No, really, Thomas, how are you?

Really, I'm good.

Please look away.

Okay, I will.

Hey, Popper! I've been working on my power shot.

Let's see what you've got, tough guy. Come on.

Ooh! Oh! (LAUGHS)

Nice save.

- Hey, Popper. - Greetings.

Did you say hi to Rick?

Yeah. Yeah, he hugged me three times.

I felt like an endangered sequoia.

Come on, we have only gone out a couple of times.

He's a keeper.

There is nothing wrong with a man who recycles.

I recycle. I turn decrepit old buildings into shiny new ones.

Did I mention he's also incredibly handsome?

Really?

Good to see your taste hasn't changed.

And thoughtful. And considerate.

- Where is your sister? - She's having issues.

You know, Cooper Keegan?

Cooper Keegan.

The love of her life!

Oh.

Hi! Hey, look who's here.

Who's ready for a big weekend at Dad's?

She says she doesn't want to go with you this weekend.

Maybe you should talk to her.

Yeahbsolutely.

What are we looking at?

95 pounds of C-4 explosives on a hair trigger.

Make sure you clip the right wire, otherwise...

Ba-boom!

You're in The Hurt Locker now, Popper.

Do you want to talk about it?

Come on.

What do you do if you like somebody, but they don't like you back?

Janie,

you're a powerful woman, you're an independent lady.

You don't even need a man, really.

Look at Martha Stewart. She's rich and she sleeps with her dogs.

You are so warped!

I don't know why I thought for one second I could talk to you.

- Janie... - This is why I don't want to go.

He cut both wires.

Come on, it's our weekend.

- It's going to be fun. - (DOOR SLAMS)

Good talk.

Mr. Popper? Pippi.

I've parlayed with the Tavern people

and persuaded them to ponder your proposal.

Great. I don't have the kids this weekend,

so set a meeting with Van Gundy and call me.

No little ones this weekend, Mr. P?

No, Daryl. They don't like me right now.

Well, I like you, sir.

Already working on the Christmas bonus, huh?