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No, no, no!

Freeze ray!

Mr. Gru?

Okay.

As I was saying.

No need to continue.

I’ve seen quite enough.

But my plan.

Is a great plan.

I love everything about your

plan, except for one thing.

You.

Look, Mom, I drew a picture

of me landing on the moon!

Look, Mom, I made a prototype

of the rocket out of macaroni!

Look, Mom, I made a real rocket

based on the macaroni prototype!

I don’t understand.

Let’s face reality, Gru.

You’ve been at this for far too

long with far too little success.

We’re gonna put our faith,

our money, into a.

Well, a younger villain.

But I.

It’s over.

Goodbye, Gru.

Now, I know there have been some rumors going around

that the bank is no longer funding us.

Well, I am here to put those

rumors to rest.

They are true.

In terms of money,

we have no money.

So how will we get to the moon?

The answer is clear.

We won’t.

We are doomed.

Now would probably be a good time

to look for other employment options.

I know.

I have fired up my resume as I

suggest that all of you do, as well.

What is it?

Can’t you see that I am in the middle of a pep talk?

Yes!

Yes, we will build our own rocket

using this and whatever

else we can find!

Grab everything!

Hit the junkyards!

Take apart the cars!

Who needs the bank?

Let’s go.

Let’s go!

Mom!

What are you doing here?

And here he is in the bathtub.

Look at his little buns.

Mom.

Not cool.

And here, he’s all dressed

up in his Sunday best.

He looks like a girl!

Yes, he does.

An ugly girl!

You’re funny!

Yes!

Mine’s shaped like a dead guy!

Mr. Perkins, your son is here.

Send him in.

Hey, Dad.

You wanted to see me?

Yes, I did, Victor.

I am not Victor anymore.

Victor was my nerd name.

Now I am Vector!

Sit down!

Do you know where the shrink ray is?

Duh!

Back at my place.

Oh, is that right?

Back at your place?

Oh, that’s cool.

I guess Gru must just have one

that looks exactly like it!

What the.

Those girls sold me cookies!

Do you have any idea how lucrative

this moon heist could be?

I give you the opportunity of a lifetime,

and you just blow it!

No, I didn’t.

Oh, really?

You just wait until Gru sees my latest weapon.

Squid-launcher!

Oh, yeah!

There’s a squid on my face!

Don’t worry.

The moon is as good as ours.

Come on now, it’s bedtime.

Did you brush your teeth?

Let me smell.

Let me smell.

You did not!

Put on your PJs.

Hold still.

Okay, seriously!

Seriously!

This is beddie-bye time,

right now.

I’m not kidding around.

I mean it!

But we’re not tired!

Well, I am tired.

Will you read us a bedtime story?

No.

Pretty please!

The physical appearance of the

“please” makes no difference.

It is still no, so go to sleep.

But we can’t.

We’re all hyper!

And without a bedtime story, we’ll just keep getting up and bugging you.

All night long.

Fine.

All right, all right.

Sleepy Kittens.

Sleepy Kittens?

What are these?

Puppets.

You use them when you tell the story.

Okay, let’s get this over with.

“Three little kittens loved to play,

“they had fun in the sun all day.

“Then their mother came out and said,

“‘Time for kittens to go to bed.

”’

Wow!

This is garbage.

You actually like this?

Keep reading!

All right, all right, all right.

“Three little kittens started to bawl,

“‘Mommy, we’re not tired at all.

“Their mother smiled and said with a purr,

“‘Fine, but at least you should brush your fur”’

Now you brush the fur.

This is literature?

A 2-year-old could have written this.

“Three little kittens with fur all brushed

“said, ‘We can’t sleep,

we feel too rushed!

“Their mother replied, with a voice like silk,

“‘Fine, but at least you should drink your milk”’

Now make them drink the milk.

I don’t like this book.

This is going on forever.

“Three little kittens, with milk all gone,

“rubbed their eyes and started to yawn.

“‘We can’t sleep, we can’t even try.

’

“Then their mother sang a lullaby.

“‘Good night kittens, close your eyes.

“Sleep in peace until you rise.

“‘Though while you sleep, we are apart,

“‘your mommy loves you with all her heart”’

The end.

Okay, good night.

Wait!

What?

What about good night kisses?

No, no.

There will be no kissing

or hugging or kissing.

He is not gonna kiss us good night, Agnes.

I like him.

He’s nice.

But scary.

Like Santa!