Tummy Trouble (1989) - full transcript
Roger Rabbit once again is chosen for the dangerous task of babysitting Baby Herman and everything is going to be just fine. "Not like last time!!" Baby Herman immediately swallows his rattle and is rushed to the hospital. The rattle get's out, but then Roger swallows it and doctors are about to cut him open when the lunch whistle goes off. Roger and Herman blast off around the hospital on a jet powered "Hare Splitter" machine. They get blown into the air, the rattle is rescued and everything is fine - until Roger sees the hospital bill!
Snookums, don't cry,
Mommy will only be gone for an hour.
Uncle Roger will take care of you
and everything's going to be just fine.
Not like last time!
Don't worry about a thing.
I've learned my lesson.
I'm a reformed rabbit, a better bunny,
a happy hare.
You don't want to get your old pal Roger
in trouble, do you?
- I know. Ta-da!
- Look, it's a bright shiny rattle.
Jeepers, somebody call 911, call 911!
Please be okay, Baby Herman.
Why does everything happen to you?
Why couldn't it happen to me?
Baby wants his bottle.
(SINGING) Rock-a-bye, baby
On the treetop
Oh! Oh! Oh! (BELCHES)
Look, it's the rattle! (LAUGHS)
Baby Herman, our problems are over.
- Rattle, rattle, rattle.
-(HUMMING CONGA MUSIC)
Baby Herman swallowed rattle.
- Yep, this is him.
- Hey, what's going on here?
(YELLS) Jeepers, what are you doing?
You guys are making a big mistake.
You don't know who I am.
HERMAN: Bottle. Ah!
We must operate immediately.
Let's get him onto the table.
Hey, let go of the cotton, you swab.
Okay, let's cut him open.
Just give me a bicarb, I'll be fine.
Hey, it's Baby Herman!
Jeepers, am I glad to...
Hey, where are you going?
ROGER: Hey, Baby, that's not
your bottle. Come back, come back.
That's not your bottle!
Don't worry, Baby, I'll get you.
Baby Herman, come down from there.
- I'll catch you!
Baby Herman, I'll catch you.
Gruesome, isn't it, folks?
(PANTING) Baby Herman. Baby, Baby...
Well, Baby Herman, it looks like
smooth sailing from now on.
Baby Herman, the rattle, we're cured.
Thank goodness for modern medicine.
- MAN: Cut. That was great.
(MAN'S VOICE) If I have to swallow
that rattle one more time,
I'm gonna puke my guts out.
Get me out of this thing.
Jeepers, Baby Herman, calm down.
- This ain't funny, call my agent.
- You'll give yourself a heart attack.
This is no way to treat a star.
All right, Baby Herman,
you were stupendous. Oh!
Roger, honey bunny,
let's go home and play.
Jeepers, what do we play?
Tiddlywinks, canasta, Parcheesi?
Oh, how about a little
Good night, Larry.
-(JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)
- Okay, that's a wrap, folks.
All right, great, great.
- Save the lights.
- Good night.
MAN 1: Good night, Tweet-o.
MAN 2: Good night.