"Well, Barbara, that looks like the last bag. I think we're ready-- Paris, here we come! Think of it--it'll be our first trip overseas in twelve years that we can just relax and enjoy ourselves on." "George, you're still President for another twenty-four hours--don't you think we should stick around at least until then?" "Oh, don't worry about it--what could possibly happen to the country in just one day? Besides, we get a cheaper flight this way--and now that the taxpayers aren't footing the bill any more, we need to start saving money." <Segue to interior of 747, en route to Paris.> "See, Barbara, nothing went wrong--we even managed to get aboard the plane on time." "George, somehow I can't get over the feeling we forgot something." "That's just your nerves, Dear; Marilyn's back in coach, I put Millie in the pet carrier myself, we checked the stove twice before we left--what could we possibly have forgotten?" H O M E A L O N E I I I Without a Clue in D.C. <Scene: interior of Dan Quayle's room> Dan: Yawn! <stretches, rubs eyes> That was a great nap! <Dan gets out of bed, sporting handsome striped pajamas and wanders out into the hallway.> Hey, where is everybody? George? Barbara? Marilyn? <long, silent pause while no one answers> I made them all disappear. I made them all disappear!!! <Quick series of shots of Dan (still pajama-clad) running joyfully up and down the empty halls of the White House, screaming at the top of his lungs, eventually running into the oval office and flopping down in the chair.> Hey, <still catching his breath> if George and everybody is gone, that means...I'm the President! Well, in that case, I think I can use George's Presidential after-shave lotion. Hmmmm...now where could he keep it? <rummages around desk> I wonder what this red button is? Maybe if I press it, someone will bring me the Presidential after-shave.... Home Alone III, coming soon to a theater near you!
(From the "Rest" of RHF)