Disneyland1954

Benjamin Reed:
Mom! [running down the stairs] Mom! Mom! Ma... General Presser! I'm glad you're here, Dad's OK, we can straighten this whole mess out!

Lisa Reed:
Slow down, Ben. Now what are you talking about?

General Presser:
Take it easy, son. You've been under a lot of strain lately.

Benjamin Reed:
No, no, you see? There was this mix-up in space. Dad's actually OK, it's just... he's... [Ben looks behind him and Orville/Digger walks down the stairs]

General Presser:
What's that monkey doing here? He could be contaminated! [puts his cloth hankerchief over his mouth and nose]

Benjamin Reed:
Now, I know this is going to be hard to believe... but this monkey... [looks down to Orville/Digger, who makes a motion with hand to go on and tell them then holds Ben's hand] , Sigh. This monkey, is Dad.

Lisa Reed:
Oh, Ben!

General Presser:
[stands] He needs professional help.

Benjamin Reed:
I'm telling you, this monkey is Dad! You know why Dad's been acting so dumb? Because he's Orville!

General Presser:
Sure, yeah sure, kid. I need to take that monkey back to NASA! I mean, if it's contaminated... we're all in serious trouble! Come here, Orville! I'm your friend! [moves closer to Orville/Digger, as Orville/Digger steps back] You're going home!

Benjamin Reed:
You leave him alone!

General Presser:
This is my monkey!

Benjamin Reed:
That's no monkey, that's my Dad!

General Presser:
Come here, you little creep! [grasps for Orville/Digger, who races back up the stairs] Get back here! [runs up the stairs after Orville/Digger]

Benjamin Reed:
[Orville/Digger begins to throw books, a ceramic vase, whatever, to keep Presser back] All right, Dad! [Presser gets to the top of the stairs, Orville/Digger jumps to the hand rail] Dad! The chandelier! [runs up the stairs and moves the hanging chandelier so it is within reach of Orville/Digger, who grabs it and swings over and down the stairs, then out the door]

General Presser:
Come back here Orville! [runs back down the stairs and runs into Ben, who grabs a jacket off the coat tree and puts it over Presser's head]

Lisa Reed:
Ben! What are you doing?

Benjamin Reed:
It's Dad, Mom! I gotta help him!

Lisa Reed:
No!

General Presser:
[takes coat off his head and speaks into his radio] Mayday, Mayday! All units!