The first 200 lines.
You know; it would help to know what we're looking for
aside from- how did he put it?
Something weird.
Right.
I think Henry started to escape the confines of the
big city to his imagination.
Well, if anyone is up for it we could always go fishing or
camping or sailing or...snake hunting this weekend.
Snakes?
Yeah.
Hunting.
What's with all the mist in here?
Oh I would call it an everyday occurrence - the division
of obscure and unknown miscellany.
What do you call this?
That would be...blood.
It's all over the floor too.
Doesn't smell human.
Doesn't taste it either.
Please never tell me how you know that.
Please tell me those are sausages!
Hello, what are you doing?
Uh - saving you.
Who asked you? You totally trashed my close-up.
Okay class.
Reset.
Everybody from the top.
And cut.
Bravo.
All that's missing is the fireball.
Uncle Brian, to be honest how was I supposed to know
the video club was shooting a movie?
Perhaps by turning your jungle cat powers of observation onto
the doom room inbox.
Apparently you were notified repeatedly.
So let's see - cost of reshoots $600.
Let's not forget the emotional distress suffered by the zombie.
Um...
See dad it's funny because the zombie can't
suffer emotion anything.
It's un...
That's not important.
What if Henry maybe could maybe work off the damages and
you could let this one slide?
As your father Jasper, oh, I wish I could.
But at least Henry has an excuse; adventure and danger
were part of his upbringing.
You two have no such excuse.
So how can I help you three?
Oh no, that's him ambush smile.
What can we find that would provide a little structure,
a touch of discipline, a channel for all that
impulsive teenage energy?
Something that benefits you as well as let's say our
school at large?
Uncle Brian I am always open to new experiences.
In fact I am desperate for new experiences.
Henry, where you are about to go you may just come face to
face with an old experience.
What's that supposed to mean?
Oh I wouldn't want to ruin the surprise.
We're so dead.
Seriously; how bad could it be?
You flunkies want to go on and play some
football for me?
You want to make this squad you better sweat blood.
Seriously, how bad could it be?
My voice isn't that high.
And what did you dad mean by coming face to face with
an old experience?
I think it's my dad's brain that's getting old.
At least the coach is off torturing some other puppies.
Who uses a lame term like that anyways?
Well maybe you'll be good at this.
No breaks puppies; coach says back to the ups and downs.
Double time!
Look like trotting, let's go, up down, up down.
I think you've taken this assistant team manager
position a little too seriously.
Seriously; how bad can it be?
My voice isn't that high.
You got me into this.
Hunter O'Herlihy is down with mono and he is still moving
faster than you zombies.
Now show me what you're made of.
Double time!
Times up, let's go, jumping jacks.
Stop jumping, whatever you are doing.
All right, take five.
Well, who's replacing Hunter?
Used to be a Griffin.
Tomba?
Hey!
Smart as ever though.
A lift and drop - the classic.
You know this guy?
Of course I know him; he's my brother.
What are you doing here?
I just enrolled in Smithson.
Last I heard you were in Putan.
Well last I heard you were in Liberia.
Oh sorry, Tomba Tolo this is my...
Your cousin Jasper.
Back in Liberia I heard all about the fun Henry used to
have at your birthday parties.
Fun for some people.
And this is Maggie Winnock.
Maggie you must be an extraordinarily open minded
person to have Henry Griffin as a boyfriend.
Oh, Tomba, I have been around Henry long to know that
boyfriendville is one of two places I will never go.
Pretty and intelligent.
And what is the second place you dare not travel?
The boys' locker room.
So, since the genetic link isn't too obvious how exactly
are you two brothers?
When the Griffins came to work in Liberia Henry
enrolled in my school.
In a single day we became - what is the American expression?
Beasties.
Oh he means besties.
No, I mean beasties.
We were pretty wild.
That is so very true.
So my brother, how have you been managing your new life?
Well there's a lot more rules than I am used to.
Not that he pays attention to any of them.
Yes I suppose it would be harder for you than for me.
My father is a bit more formal than yours.
Hey how is your dad?
You mean Ambassador Tolo?
Are you okay?
I get migraines.
A lot has changed since you have seen us last.
He is going to die when he sees you!
Papa Sam is here too; in DC.
He is speaking at the museum tomorrow.
Jasper, where something nice.
Henry do your best and make sure to let Maggie know...
it's going to be the bomb.
Liberia was founded by freed American slaves making it
unique among African nations with family ties that are
deeply rooted in both nations.
Like both nations...
You never told me you know Samuel Tolo!
Because I didn't know he was so famous.
He's only been nominated for a Nobel Peace prize.
Wow!
When I knew him he was just Tomba's dad and I never had
to wear a good for nothing straight jacket.
Good for nothing? It's my best sports jacket.
Or, it was when I was twelve.
And now to open the exhibit of Liberian American Art I am
honored to welcome the Liberian ambassador to the UN,
a very good friend of the National Museum...
Thank you whoever that was for reminding everyone to mute
their phones, PDAs and iEverythings.
Please welcome Ambassador Samuel Tolo.
Thank you Dean Bartlett.
I am honored by the presence of my son, indeed of my sons
whose friendship embodies this special relationship between
our two nations.
Born and raised in Liberia my son Tomba has just this week
enrolled at Smithson high school, where to our utter joy
he was reunited with his dear childhood friend,
Henry Griffin.
Back in Liberia there are powerful forces that are
arrayed against any change that favors people over
profits but when I see my sons together again I know
that miracles still happen.
Please join me in toasting all of the youth of the world.
May we bequeath to them a better world than the one we found.
Here, here.
Papa!
So much for my jacket.
I guess it was good for something.
Tell me he is okay.
His stomach is in a uproar but otherwise he is fine.
Do you think I can see him?
Do you think you have a choice?
Henry! My
Let me look at you.
It's about time that your hippie parents gave
you a real education.
How are you feeling?
Accidental food poisoning; nothing to worry about.
No offence but are you sure?
What are you suggesting?
Whatever was in Mr. Tolo's glass I don't think
it was champagne.
Oh, here is the Henry that I know and love.
Henry, I want you to meet Bob Riggins,
head of my security detail.
I am sure he will be most interested to hear what
you have to say.
Well when Mr. Tolo fell he dropped his glass and it
spilled onto a candle, but instead of putting out the
flames the liquid inside the glass ignited.
The glass spilled on the candle after the candle fell.
The tablecloth is polyester; the burning wick hit it
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