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But the diabolical piece of psychological warfare, Stern, it will

mean curtains for Tom of PHUMB.

Yes, Drang, only two MAV agents such as ourselves could have dreamed it up. A

perfect miniature landscape built to microscopic perfection.

Farms, roads, trees, bridges, rivers.

We'll capture Tom and Swinging Jack while they sleep and place them on this

tiny countryside.

And when they awaken, they'll think they've grown to be giants.

They'll be sure to crack.

And I'm sure that will settle the matter once and for all. Period.

Sincerely, George.

Et cetera, et cetera.

Will that be all for today, Bob?

Yep. You can knock off early, baby.

There's a wonderful movie playing at the Paramount.

Sorry, baby, I gotta turn in early tonight.

Hard day tomorrow.

Might have to save the world.

Oh, I understand.

Fifty feet tall.

Fifty feet tall?

Good grief!

What's the trouble, boss?

Just open your eyes and look around.

But slow.

I mean, don't blow your cool, Swingin' Jack.

Thanks for the love of Pete. We expanded.

Watch it, fool.

You might step on somebody.

Well, boss, how can we be secret agents like this? I mean, we kind of are

conspicuous. It'll take some getting used to, but we'll, uh, carry on.

We better tell somebody. Careful now. We don't want to frighten anyone.

Remember what always happens to King Kong.

Yeah, yeah, but we better let someone know. Hello?

Don't shout, don't. You may cause an earthquake.

There's only one person we should contact.

Calling Chief Homer J.

Chief.

The secret phone.

Tom, where are you?

I've got an assignment for you.

Sorry, Chief James.

A little snag in our plans. You see, we, uh... Well, uh, we're, uh...

Like, uh, giants.

No, like, uh, real giants, Chief.

That's right.

Like on top of the beanstalk?

Oh, about, uh, 45, 50 feet?

Um... It's obvious the strain has been too much for you. You flipped.

There's nothing for me to do but relieve you of your duties.

You're fired.

We're canned, Swingin' Jack.

Oh, I can't take this anymore.

It's too much.

Too much.

Snap out of it, Swingin' Jack.

Who'd have thought it would end like this?

Guess we just outgrew our jobs.

Well... Turn in the keys to the copter and the jet plane and the sun.

It was fun while it lasted. Oh, it's all over.

And I'll divest myself of all my super transistorized radio equipment.

Not fit to wear it anymore.

Button, hat, watch, tie clip.

What do we do now? Not many jobs open for 50-foot guys.

It's the end of the road.

See how beautifully they suffer.

Now we destroy them for good.

Hey!

We tricked you.

One thing, Swingin' Jack, when we get skunked, we get skunked good.

A fitting end for an adversary so despised.

First disgraced, then percolated.

This looks like the finish, boss.

Can't get word to chief. He'll never know.

What a way to win.

Cream and no sugar.

Wait a minute.

The hot water's loosening these rubber bands.

We're free!

Take it easy now. Don't attract their attention.

Think the coffee's ready?

Lucky we don't throw away all our equipment, eh, boss?

I think they're goners by now.

Look out!

Oh, nice trajectory, boss.

Yeah, big or small, Tom of T-H-U-M-B always

gets his man.

Thank you.