Honey, I Shrunk the Audience

Part 4 Once the shrinking process is finished, the tiny theater falls to the ground, and assistants rush over to inspect the damage. To the audience, however, they appear as GIANTS! Itchy realizing he's been zapped again tries calming the frightened, hysterical angel-guests.

ITCHY: It's OK. Don't worry everybody. I've been through this before. (Begins shouting, waving) Charlie! Charlie we're down here.

Barkin drops to the floor, shaking the angel-dogs in their seats. He's wearing one of his hands-free helmet inventions. Flicking on a flashlight, he peers through a large magnifying glass at the audience below him. When he speaks, his voice sounds like GOD.

CHARLIE: EVERYBODY OKAY IN THERE? (That brings laughter)

ITCHY: Charlie, down here.

CHARLIE: OH, THERE YOU ARE, ITCH. (Apologizes) SORRY EVERYBODY, THE MACHINE BLEW A FUSE. I GOT SOME MORE IN MY OFFICE...I HOPE. (Climbs back to his feet)

ITCHY: Good luck!

At that moment, Sasha returns and is excited at seeing her boyfriend alive and well again and rushes to greet him. She has no idea what just happened to Itchy or the audience.

SASHA: Charlie, thank goodness you're all right. Is everything OK?

CHARLIE: Sasha, I shrunk the audience. (Looks guilty)

SASHA: (Shocked, angered) You what?!

CHARLIE: I'll be right back. (Hurries away)

SASHA: Wait, wait, where's Itchy?

ITCHY: (Yells up to her) Sasha! Hey Sasha! I'm down here!

SASHA: (Gasps in terror) Huuuuuuuuuh?! (Eyes wide)

ITCHY: I dropped my snake. I...I think he might be over there. Can you find him for me?

SASHA: (Faints) Ooooooooooh...

ANABELLE: (Frightened) Oh my! She didn't land on anyone, did she? (More laughter from the crowd) Don't worry, she'll be fine. Um, look. Just stay in your seats, Ladies & Gentlemen, and we'll blow you up as soon as possible. All right? (Smiles weakly) You know what I mean.

Then she, Nikki, Kaltag & Star carry Le'Flur away for medical treatment as Itchy watches them leave.

ITCHY: Be careful with her. Don't drop her on anything. (Speaks to the audience) You'd think she'd be used to this by now. (Hears approaching footsteps) Uh-oh, here comes trouble!

TIMMY: Ooo, hello down there little angels. (Waves to them)

Timmy kneels down and takes a flash photograph of the tiny theater, setting up a loud noise like thunder and brilliant flash of light like lightning. Itchy chews out his little brother.

ITCHY: Timmy, you'll blind us! What are you trying to do?! You little brat. You don't...

TIMMY: I'm going to show the little people to Mommy.

ITCHY: (Terror on his face) Leave the little people. Timmy, Timmy don't pick us up!

Timmy, amused with his new toys, picks up the theater and carries it with him as he searches for Sasha.

ITCHY: (Gets thrown about) Whoa...Timmy! Slow down. Whoa! Ti-put us down right now!

KALTAG: Easy Tim, easy. (Looks worried too)

ITCHY: Give him the theater. Give him the theater, Timmy!

Timmy walks past a few assistants (Wearing the hands free helmet cameras) and up to a TV screen displaying their recordings.

ITCHY: Put us...(Takes a suprised look, seeing himself on TV) What-the, hey, hey look we're on TV! (Then the image swings crazily again) Whoa! Whoa...stop, stop. Stand still Tim!

NIKKI: Interesting. (Peers at tiny theater with binoculars)

STAR: Go find Professor Barkin.

ITCHY: Get Charlie!

STAR: (Concerned) Timmy, just watch where you're going, OK?

KALTAG: Oooo! (He too peers at tiny theater with magnifying glass)

Timmy finally locates Sasha, recovered from her fainting spell. When she sees what her adopted son has, she gets alarmed.

TIMMY: Hi, mom. Look what I got.

SASHA: Timmy, (Glares at him) you put that theater back where you found it right now. March young dog!

ANNABELLE: (Frightened) And for goodness sake, don't drop them. All right?

ITCHY: No, don't drop us Tim!

ANNABELLE: On second thought, Tim, maybe you should just give it to me. All right?

ITCHY: Not a good idea...not a good idea!

ANNABELLE: (Reaches out) Come on Tim. Just give me the theater.

But Tim yanks it back out of reach, he shouts at the whippet who gives him a stunned look.

TIMMY: Mine! I found it first. I should be the one to put it back.

ANNABELLE: (Backs off) OK, OK, just put it down gently. Put it exactly where it was, otherwise the exits won't line up.

Tim agrees, walks back to where he picked up the theater and gently lowers it into place once again.

ANNABELLE: Good boy, well done. (Thumbs up, smiles) Charles? (Turns to yell over shoulder) Have you fixed that thing yet?

CHARLIE: (Shouts back) I think I got it. (Hits START-ON button) Here goes nothing!

The laser fizzles and knocks the lights out again.

CHARLIE: I ain't got it. Good grief! (He too sounds like Charlie Brown)

ANNABELLE: Hold on people. (Cautions angel-guests not to give up yet)

END OF PART 4

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