All language subtitles for Knight Rider - S03E22 - Circus Knights

No one ever hired Turbo Man...

for driving through
the front gate like a tourist.

"Turbo Man"?

Welcome to Circus Major.
Terrific.

My friends call me Michael.

She says you're going to give
Circus Major a real shot in the arm.

Why do I get the feeling someone
doesn't want Turbo Man in your circus?

Together they'll pass through
the ring of fire.

If he's that interested in fires, maybe
you should give him one he won't forget.

Incendiary bomb, Michael.
Jump.

Knight Rider...

a shadowy flight into the
dangerous world of a man...

who does not exist.

Michael Knight,
a young loner...

on a crusade to champion
the cause of the innocent...

the helpless, the powerless...

in a world of criminals
who operate above the law.

All right. The circus,
the circus, the circus.

You know, you can take the boy
out of the circus, KITT...

but you can't take the circus
out of the boy.

Michael, would you
kindly explain to me...

what people find so amusing...

about 20 grown men, wearing
red noses and baggy pants...

climbing out of a car
the size of a baby carriage.

Well, it's kind of like
a pie in the face.

If you have to explain it,
it's just not funny.

"A pie in the face?"

Don't tell me that's
another form of circus humor.

Absolutely not. Well, I'm
certainly glad of that.

They use tomatoes,
eggs, ice cream.

Oh, the magic
and wonder of it all, Bonnie.

Did I ever tell you
about the time...

You went undercover in occupied
France as Valentino the Knife Thrower.

Well, well, well,
you remember.

Yes, I spent three months
with Circus Major.

As a matter of fact, my senior OSS
officer, may he rest in peace...

was Gunther Major, whose
father founded this very show.

Now, Gunther's two children
are the star attractions.

And here comes
our star attraction.

Yo, Devon.

Michael, I am so glad you could
make it to the dress rehearsal.

A herd of dancing elephants
couldn't keep me away.

Hi, sweetie.

KITT, would you tape the
Flying Majors for me, please?

Of course, Devon.

I'll even use
my new image-enhancement lens.

Thank you, I appreciate it.

And now, Circus Major
is proud to present...

our star attraction.

Ladies and gentlemen.

The Flying Majors.

Only a handful of fliers
have mastered the art...

of the triple somersault,
and Peter Major's one of them.

I think I'd feel a lot better
if they used a net. So would I.

But I don't think
they'd sell as many tickets.

Watch, she's about to fly.

Hey, way to go.
Yeah.

All right, Terry.
Nice going.

All right, Terry.
Great, Terry, it's a good one.

Now wait till you see Peter.
You think he'll try the triple?

Yes, knowing his father as
well as I did, I'm sure of it.

And now, ladies and gentlemen, Peter
Major will perform the very difficult...

triple somersault
without a net.

We request your silence...

so he can
maintain his concentration.

Ladies and gentlemen...

the seldom performed
triple somersault.

Is it my imagination, or does
he look a little unsteady?

Well, no, I don't think so.

No, I'm sure
it's part of the act.

No!

KITT, scan his vitals.

Michael, I'm sorry.
He's dead. Oh, dear God.

Devon, you're looking
at that tape for hours.

You want to tell me
what you're looking for?

I wish I knew.

All I am certain of is that I
have a nagging feeling that...

Peter's fall
was not an accident.

Well, you lived
with the family.

I don't think
anybody's more entitled.

Look at this.

He is putting rosin on his hands.
There's nothing unusual about that.

No.

But watch what he does just
before he catches the trapeze.

He wipes his brow.

Yes, with the
palm of his hand.

Thereby rubbing off some,
if not all, of the rosin.

Something a man whose life
depended on his grip wouldn't do.

KITT, give me a close up of his
upper chest and head area, will you?

Right away, Michael.

He looks like
he's gasping for air.

That's strange behavior for a
perfectly conditioned athlete.

That still isn't
any proof of foul play.

He might've suffered a brief seizure, of
some kind, or maybe even a heart attack.

Or maybe he was drugged. Did the
authorities perform an autopsy?

They're convinced his death was
accidental. They saw no reason for one.

Do you think you can get them
to change their minds?

I can certainly try. Yeah, well,
for Terry's sake, try real hard.

I'll see you.

Michael, if you're expecting
circus people...

to bare their souls to you,
forget it.

My research tells me that they're
an extremely close-knit group...

who are about as open to strangers
as a convention of crime figures.

Ah, but I'm not going in as a stranger.
I'm going in as one of their own.

Good idea. How about...

"The Magnificent Michael and
his Colossal Cotton Candy."

A bit sticky, maybe, but safe.

I was thinking of something
a little more flamboyant.

What do you hope to gain
by going undercover anyway?

KITT, the only people who were
around him before he fell...

were his fellow performers.

You think one of them might've
had something to do with it?

I don't know.

The only way I'm going to find out
is by being able to move among them.

In the meantime, give me
everything you got on Circus Major.

Hidden assets, hidden debts.

Most of all...

anyone who might have had
a grudge against Peter.

Bombo, don't you... Don't
you dare. I am warning you.

If you get
one drop of water on me...

Water?

I'm not in any mood for confetti,
either. Confetti? How about greens?

Where'd all that come from?
The sky. It rained money.

Now, come on, Bombo,
it hasn't rained in a month.

Money or anything else.

Okay, okay, okay.
Bang found it. Right, Bang?

Bombo, I am warning you.

Okay, Terry.
Sweetheart, it's a gift.

It's from us. Your
friends who love you. Yeah.

We admit it's not much,
but it's something.

And what the heck...

if it keeps this crazy circus
going one more day, right, gang...

we can afford it, huh?
Sure. Right.

Thank you.

Thank you,
every last one of you.

Ah, don't mention it, Terry. We
were glad to do it, huh, gang?

You bet.

But I'm afraid, it's going to
take a lot more than this...

to keep Circus Major
from going under.

What we need...
Well, we need another big act.

All right, KITT...

I think it's time we made our
big entrance on two wheels.

Michael, you're not... But
the front gate's wide open.

There's plenty of room.

No one ever hired Turbo Man...

for driving through
the front gate like a tourist.

"Turbo Man"?

Wow. How'd he do that?

Two wheels?

He's gonna hit the clown.

Wow.

Oh, my God.

I've never seen anything
like it. You know what I mean?

Good afternoon,
ladies and gentlemen.

For those of you who haven't
already heard of me...

allow me introduce myself.

I'm the world-renowned
Turbo Man...

and this is
my flying carpet, KITT.

Your "flying carpet"?

Excuse me,
ladies and gentlemen...

my talking flying carpet,
KITT.

Who can also crash through
solid walls...

jump fences in a single bound,
drive by itself...

and imitate any sound
known to mankind.

Give them an example,
O great KITT.

Michael, really...
KITT.

All right, you asked for it.

Michael, will you kindly take
this poor man's King Kong...

off my person?

Well, don't say
I didn't warn you.

Come on, Bang, let's go.
Bang? An orangutan named Bang?

Let's go.

Well, you certainly
have some act.

Wait a minute, didn't I see
you at the dress rehearsal?

Yes, as a matter of fact, you
did. I came by to audition.

But under
the circumstances...

I'm very sorry
about your brother.

Yeah. Yeah, I am, too.

But what's the saying?
You know...

"Tears are as much a part of
the circus as the laughter."

Well, maybe even more so.

Look, I can't afford
to pay you much.

Truth is, I don't even
know how much longer...

I can keep this show going.

Well, the truth is, if I did
this for just the money...

I'd find another line of work.

Oh, well, then you've come
to the right place, Turbo Man.

Welcome to Circus Major.
Terrific.

My friends call me Michael.

Let's go sign the contract,
Michael. You got a deal.

This is the last picture ever
taken of Peter during a performance.

There'll never be
another flyer like him.

Circus is really
in your blood, isn't it?

It's in the blood
of this town.

Majorville has been our
winter home for over 50 years.

We help support the school, the
hospital, we give jobs to people...

and even help take care
of them when they get old.

Without this circus
in this town...

we'd just dry up and blow
away. It's as simple as that.

Well, we're not going
to let that happen, are we?

I'll believe that
when I see it.

So, ready to sign, Turbo Man?
With pleasure.

On the dotted line, I presume.

Do you smell something burning? Yes.

KITT, we got a fire.

Hurry! Jump in. Call out
the fire brigade, pal.

Attention, circus crew...

there's a fire
in the costume tent.

All our costumes are in there.

If they're destroyed,
we'll have to close down.

Hit it with the C02,
will you, pal?

Terry!

Terry.

All right, take some deep
breaths. She'll be okay.

Oh, Michael, first my brother,
now this. Why?

I don't know, Terry,
but I'm gonna to find out.

Believe me,
I'm gonna to find out.

Looks like this is the flash point,
KITT. Scan the ashes, will you?

I'm picking up a high
concentration of phosphorescence...

only a few feet
from where you're standing.

See anything interesting
down there?

Nothing that doesn't
get better on the way up.

I'm Tiger.
Huh, you're kidding?

And you must be Turbo Man.
The one with the magic car.

Oh, yeah, well...

He just sits there. I mean, I do
all the work. I heard that, Michael.

And speaking of work,
don't we have some to do?

Not now, KITT.

Michael?
Not now.

He's a workaholic. You know,
practice, practice, practice.

I see, and you're the type who
enjoys his relaxation, right?

Like cuddling up
with a nice...

soft, kitten in his lap?

Maybe my partner
is right after all.

Practice does make perfect.

The show must go on. There's
no business like show business.

Maybe some other time.

I'm gonna hold you to that,
Turbo Man.

You really
played her along, Michael.

That's one tiger that will never
be on the endangered species' list.

What was that all about?

He's snooping around the fire.

I think he found something.

Look, if he's that interested
in fires...

maybe you should give him one
he won't forget.

Michael, I have that
information you requested.

Shoot.

It's a self-contained,
auto-delay fuse.

I'll try to find out which
company manufactured it...

and to whom it was sold.
Also on Circus Major...

although they have
no hidden assets...

it appears they have
plenty of visible debts.

All of which they barely manage to pay
the interest on by the first of each month.

Just in time to keep the
wolf away from the door, huh?

That's a very good way
of putting it, Michael.

Thank you very much.
What about Peter?

Did you find out if there's anybody
who held a grudge against him?

Not to my knowledge.

In fact, it seems he didn't
have an enemy in the world.

There is one thing I found
curious, though. What?

There has been
a good deal of activity...

on the part of
a European holding company...

called ITZ
to buy Circus Major.

Now, I realize holding companies
are always buying something or other.

But seldom bankrupt circuses.
Exactly.

Plus the fact it appears no offer was
ever made directly to Peter or Terry.

Who'd they make it to? Someone
by the name of Jeff Barnes.

Jeff Barnes, huh? See what you
can find out about him, will you?

Oh, there's Terry.

Hi.
Hi.

Where are you off to?
To the bank.

The old mortgage payment,
huh? Oh, you got it.

And as nice as Jeff Barnes is,
he's still a banker inside and out.

Wait a minute, did you say
Jeff Barnes? Yeah, you know him?

No, but I'd certainly like
to make his acquaintance.

Well, come on.

Well, the feeling's mutual,
it's nice meeting you, too.

I'm sorry,
I didn't catch your name.

Well, my fans call me
Turbo Man.

Turbo Man.

Of course, Terry's told me all
about you. Please, sit down.

She says you're going to give
Circus Major a real shot in the arm.

Actually, I was hoping to give
it a shot in the box office.

A shot in the box office.
That's a good one, real good.

Glad you like it.
Tell you the truth...

there isn't anything about
the circus I don't like.

Terry knows this, but...

well, I wanted to be
a lion-tamer myself.

Ran away with the circus four
or five times when I was a boy.

Trouble is my father was a
banker, as was his father...

and I'm kind of stuck
lion-taming this desk.

Plus I have a deep responsibility to
each and every one of my depositors.

Look, if that's a hint, Jeff, say
no more. Here's this month's payment.

Thank you, Terry.

Believe me, if there was any way I
could make this easier, you know I would.

What about finding an outside investor
until Circus Major can get on its feet again?

An outside investor?

Well, you may be good at jumping
through fiery hoops, Turbo Man...

but, I'm afraid you're
not much of a businessman.

No investor in his right mind
would be interested in Circus Major.

I mean, as it is now.

Now, that's funny, because when
I was appearing back East...

I heard rumors
about a company named ITZ.

They said they were interested
in buying out Circus Major.

Is that true, Jeff?

Yes. Yes, somebody from I...

TZ. TZ did contact me a while back...

but I told them that you wouldn't
sell under any conditions.

You wouldn't, would you?
Are you kidding?

Even if my life
depended on it.

Well, that's what I figured. So
I told them to forget about it...

and I haven't
heard from them since.

Does that
answer your question?

I'll think about it
and let you know.

Nice to meet you.
Nice meeting you.

See you at the show tonight,
Jeff.

Oh, yeah, wouldn't miss it
for the world.

Thank you.
Okay. Bye-bye.

Terry, how long have you known
Jeff Barnes?

Since I was old enough
to grab hold of the trapeze.

Don't you ask me
how long ago that was.

Why?

Just curious.

Well, that makes
two of us, Michael.

Me about you.
Oh, I see.

Why is it that I have this suspicion that
you're not really who you say you are?

Probably just
your fertile imagination.

No.

No, it's the way you seem concerned
about what's going on around here.

About what's happening to me.

Well, Terry, the circus is
just one big, happy family.

I mean, if we don't look
out for each other, who will?

Is that the only reason?

I'd be a liar, if I said yes.

I'm glad you didn't.

Okay, I've got
some good news for you.

Couldn't come
at a better time.

We're sold out for tonight.

No kidding?

And tickets are going like cotton
candy for the remaining performances.

Well, terrific. What've you
got to say to that, buddy?

Well, Michael,
with Terry in the air...

and us on the ground,
what can you expect?

I've got a little surprise
for you.

We're not going to be
on the ground for very long.

Michael, that's one surprise
I think I can do without.

All right, Tiger Lady.

Isn't she great,
ladies and gentlemen?

Now, focus your attention
on ring number 3...

for Bombo
and the Fire Brigade.

And now...

direct from the continents
of Europe and Asia...

a daredevil
who has risked his life...

over a thousand times.

And now...

ladies and gentlemen...

the great, the fabulous...

the incomparable...

Turbo Man.

Michael, going undercover
is one thing...

but do I really have to get
lit up like a Christmas tree?

I know how you feel,
partner...

but if they're planning
on closing this circus...

there's no better time to
do it than on opening night.

I have to admit, Devon,
he looks fantastic. Yes.

In spite of that ridiculous
costume he's wearing.

No, I'm talking about KITT.

And now,
ladies and gentlemen...

Turbo Man, will perform
his death-defying feat...

with no protection
whatsoever...

fearless Turbo Man
and his faithful KITT...

will attempt the impossible.

Together they will leap
10 feet into the air...

pass through
the ring of fire unscathed.

Now, Turbo Man, can you do it?

All right, partner. Like they
say in show biz, "Break a leg."

In my case it's "blow a tire."

Turbo Man, here he comes.

Here he comes.

Incendiary bomb, Michael.
Jump.

Michael, are you all right?

Say something.

Anything particular in mind?

Ladies and gentlemen,
the amazing Turbo Man.

It's funny. Very funny.

Don't tell me that was part of
your act. Nobody's that good.

Why do I get the feeling someone
doesn't want Turbo Man in your circus?

You can't imagine
how afraid I was...

when I saw you flying
through the air like that.

It wasn't the flight.
It was the landing.

Michael, will you be serious?
All right, all right.

You have any idea
who planted the bomb?

No.
No.

Did you see
anything unusual tonight?

Opening night at the circus
everything's unusual.

No, you know
what I'm talking about.

No, I didn't see
anything unusual.

Look, I'm sorry.

I just don't want to
see anything happen to you.

Can you understand that?
Yes, I can.

But you don't have to
worry about me.

You don't have to be
afraid for me. But I am.

That's just it.

You know, Terry, in many ways,
you and I are a lot alike.

We live with risk in our lives
so much...

that it's become
second nature to us.

If we stop and think about it,
I don't think we could go on.

That's all there is
to it, huh?

No.

Good night.
Good night.

What's that?
Stay here. Stay here.

Who was it? I don't know.
But, look, I promise you...

I'm going to find out
what's going on here, okay.

Okay. Come on.

Oh, well, if it isn't
the amazing Turbo Man.

Don't rub it in.

I'm not sure
all the parts still work.

You could've gone undercover
as a peanut vendor...

or a roustabout, but no.

I just hope KITT's all right.
She hopes KITT's all right.

My self-diagnostic indicator
suggests only minor damage.

I hope Turbo Man
is as fortunate.

Don't start on me
with Turbo Man.

Any idea who might have done
it? Someone in the circus.

Oh, that's very good, Michael.
Very good. But seriously, folks...

there's a banker in town
that I'm very curious about.

Did you have any luck with the coroners
performing the autopsy on Peter?

Yes, the report
has just come back.

I think we may have something.

"Muscle relaxant."

There's nothing unusual about
that, not for an athlete.

Wait a minute. It's
a very, very large amount.

Enough to cause a shock to his system,
and make him lose his balance...

which according to the tape
is exactly what happened.

There's also a trace of DMSO.

And it's my guess that it is
was used to administer the drug.

At the rate DMSO is absorbed
into the bloodstream...

it had to be...

applied no longer than a couple of
minutes before the reaction occurred.

Anyone patting him on the shoulder
with a small sponge hidden in his hand?

Exactly, Michael.

You know, someone wants to
destroy this circus awfully bad.

When killing Peter didn't do the job,
they turned their sights on Turbo Man.

KITT, did you have any luck in
locating the manufacturer of that fuse?

I'm sorry, Michael, the search of
my data banks turned up negative.

That's all right, partner.

I think I have an idea where
to locate one just like it.

You want me to tell Terry?
Thank you, Michael.

I think I should do
so myself. All right.

I'm gonna set
a little fire of my own.

Catch you later.

KITT, I keep coming back
to one question.

Why?

Michael, we're dealing with
individuals who eat fire...

hang by their hair,
and swallow swords.

If you want to know
why these people do things...

you're asking the wrong
computer. Come on, will you?

I mean, it can't be personal.
They came after me, too.

What's the market value
of that circus land?

It's never been on the market,
so it's hard to project.

No minerals, no natural water,
no unusual value.

It's just another piece of
land. Yeah, well, not to Terry...

and not to the town...

and not to the kids
who come year after year.

And not to ITZ.
Dig a little deeper, will you?

Then who is he?
How should I know?

All I do know is that I have checked
with every circus in operation today...

and this so-called Turbo Man has
never worked for any one of them.

He's bringing in bigger crowds
than Peter did.

It's not the size of the
crowds I'm worrying about now.

Forcing this circus into bankruptcy
is a luxury we can no longer afford.

Meaning?

Meaning we have to take a
more direct route to ownership.

Terry. You're learning,
Bombo. You're learning.

You know, underneath
that makeup you wear...

beats the heart
of a true entrepreneur.

All right, take it easy,
Barnes. Do you want her or not?

I want her. Now.

It looks like Turbo Man's
getting popular.

Let's see how popular he is
with the Tiger Lady, huh?

There's her tent
right over there.

Anyone inside?
Negative, Michael.

All right.

Keep your scanner peeled, huh?

No question about that.

What do you think
you're doing?

Trying to get
your undivided attention.

I'm rehearsing.
No kidding. I'm not.

Well, if you want
my undivided attention...

there are much
better ways of getting it.

Well, why don't you drop the
act? You've lost your audience.

I don't know what you mean.
You know exactly what I mean.

You set the fire yesterday.

Success has gone to your head,
Turbo Man. It's giving you delusions.

All right, get up.

How about it, Tiger?
You're ready to talk?

You're wasting your time.

Speaking of time, I wonder how much time
you're gonna get for killing Peter Major?

First the fire, and now Peter.

You have quite an imagination.

Imagination won't put you
behind bars, but the facts will.

The way I figure it, you're gonna
be about 50 when you get out.

Give or take a year or two
for good behavior.

I didn't kill anybody.

But you know who did.
I don't...

I thought it was an accident.

Then who hired you to start the
fire? I didn't start anything.

Tiger, Tiger, Tiger,
I found the fuse in your tent.

Now who hired you?

All right.

Either you talk to me, or
you talk to the state police.

Your choice.

Bombo.

Why?

I don't know. He just
said I'd be paid well.

What's Bombo's connection
with this banker, Jeff Barnes?

Jeff Barnes?
I don't know any Jeff Barnes.

Tiger.
I don't.

Okay, now will you let me go?

Wait, wait, wait. You've
got one more performance.

KITT, call the police
and have them pick her up.

Right away, Michael.

But why? Who?

I wish we knew, Terry.

Devon, everyone loved Peter.
A circus is family.

You can't mean it was
someone here, one of us?

I'm afraid everything
points to that.

Peter's murder, the fire,
the attempt on Michael's life.

But why now? I don't
understand. What's the point?

This circus has no real value.

Except to the people who love it, the
people who struggle to keep it alive...

in a world of pay TV, satellite
dishes, and Michael Jackson concerts.

I have no answers to your
questions, Terry. Not yet.

But I will have, I promise.

Not only because of what
your father did for me...

but because I have always loved
you, too. And I love the circus.

And the world needs
all the circuses it can get.

Thank you, Devon.

I don't know what I'd do
without you and Turbo Man.

Bombo!

Michael.
Yeah, what is it?

My sensors detect an
unconscious body in the trailer.

Terry.

Devon, what happened?
Where's Terry?

That awful clown.
Bombo?

Yeah, I guess so.
He must have taken her.

He zapped me before I
had a chance, Michael.

You gonna be all right?
Yes, of course.

I'll find him. Believe me,
I'll find him. All right.

Michael, I have that
information you wanted on ITZ.

Lay it on me.

It's not exactly what you'd
call a high-profile corporation.

It has more puzzling twists and
turns than an Agatha Christie novel.

Just get to the heart
of the issue.

Tell me if banker Barnes
is on the payroll?

Yes, Michael. He's a rather
highly paid consultant.

No kidding.
That's exactly what I figured.

Anything else?

I also learned that because of
the proximity of Circus Major...

to a large container port
and a rail terminus...

ITZ wants the land to build a
new computerized assembly plant.

Which means they'll eventually have
to buy up all the surrounding land...

for their warehouses.
Exactly.

And maybe employ
two dozen people at best.

While all the people who lived there all
their lives are gonna have to move elsewhere.

KITT, has ITZ acquired any
other property around here?

Yes, Michael.

They recently purchased a
warehouse just outside of town.

Bingo. Let's hit it.

Can't let you do it.

I can't let you and your circus stand
in the way of this kind of progress.

Progress?
What are you talking about?

You killed Peter.
I had no choice.

You wouldn't sell the circus,
not in a million years.

And you helped him.

After all these years, all the
struggles we went through together.

How could you?

Well, the circus is dying.
It's a dinosaur.

I got my future to think of.

Now, you gonna sign that
contract or not? Never.

This isn't a negotiation.
You don't have a choice.

Michael, why would a man
in Barnes' position...

resort to these kind of
tactics? Good question, pal.

Maybe he sees it as one last shot
to do what his father never could do.

Turn a one-stop town
into a personal fortune.

He knew Terry would never
abandon the circus or Majorville.

My guess is ITZ offered him millions
to get her to change her mind.

I do hope we get there in time,
Michael. So do I, partner. So do I.

Well...

I'm glad you saw reason.

Bombo.

Take her out to the desert.
Michael.

No.

Stop him, stop him.
Come on, move. Move.

There are three people in
that garage, Michael, and...

What?

Now I have seen everything.

What are they going to do?
Kill us with confetti?

Don't count on it, pal.
This is no joke.

Michael, those flames
are a mixture of

phosphorus, gasoline,
and napalm.

They explode, burn,
and stick to their target.

Tiger's crowning achievement,
huh? I'm glad you admire it...

but the heat's too intense
for my pyroclastic lamination.

Can't you hit him? I would if
you could hold this thing still.

That was close.
It's getting hot in here.

You'd better keep me moving.

Our speed is the only thing
keeping those flames from spreading.

All right, let's show him
how you can move, buddy.

Michael,
if we hit his fuel tank...

We won't, pal.
Just the flame thrower.

Get the clown, KITT.
With pleasure, Michael.

You always wanted to be in the
circus, huh? Let's see you fly.

Oh, Michael.

Oh, Michael, thank God. I'm still shaking.
It's okay, babe. It's over. It's over.

I don't know how you do it. Hey,
practice makes perfect, you know.

The roar of the grease paint,
the smell of the crowd.

Michael. There's no
business like show business.

Michael tells me that you're
hiring a new flyer for your act.

I hired the great
Alfredo Mancini.

I lured him away from the Circus Roma by
promising him a percentage of the gate.

Well, I'm sure that he'll be a
very rich man in no time at all.

Michael, do you mind? Hey,
that's what the circus is about.

Sharing the good things in life with
the people you really care about.

Then let me have
some of your cotton candy.

Forget it. It's sticky, and
it's messy, and it's all for me.

Michael, will you please
come here at once?

What's the problem?

The problem is I don't like
bananas in my scanner.

He's just
trying to be friendly.

That's the second problem.

I don't like orangutans,
either.

I want to thank you, Michael.
Or should I say Turbo Man?

Turbo Man is history.
It's Michael from now on.

Anytime you need anything,
you call me, okay?

Okay.

All right, here we go again.