Ten years ago, on this very day,|a tiny egg hatched...
and our world got a little bit cuter.
So, tonight, Private,|we celebrate your birthday...
by infiltrating|the United States gold depository...
at Fort Knox!
Splendid!
- What?|- There she is, boys!
The object of our unholy desire...
the butter on our biscuit...
the royal flush...|- Skipper?
Private, what's our rule|about interrupting analogies?
Sorry.|Please continue.
The moment's gone.|Private ruined it.
Sir, we're approaching our target.
But, Skipper, I really don't...
Are you questioning|my leadership, Private?
No, sir.|- Too bad.
Because I respect a soldier|with some moxie.
Really?|Then I really think we should...
Whoa, whoa!|Dial back the moxie, sass-mouth!
Look at you.|Still so adorable.
Fire in the hole!
Eight o'clock.|Night-night time!
What?
Private, come on!
Please enter passcode.
Kowalski, you're up.
Please enter passcode.
Rico, sonic incursion device.
Oh, come on.|You're kidding, right?
Kentucky, Skipper.|They do love their Flatt and Scruggs.
Y'all come in now, you hear?|Have yourself an ice tea.
Private, if you could have anything|you wanted in the whole wide world...
what would it be?
Well, gee, Skipper.
I think to be a meaningful|and valued member of this team.
Oh, well, we got you something else.
A vending machine?
Not just any vending machine, Private.
The last remaining home|in America's nanny state...
for those succulent,|but chemically hazardous|bits of puffed heaven called...
Cheezy Dibbles!
Happy ding-dong birthday,|you little scamp.
Thank you!
You mess with the bull,|you're gonna get the horns, Private.
Now hit that machine|and get your present.
We just broke into the most secure facility|in North America.
You know what that means?
We're wanted criminals|who'll be on the lam|the rest of our lives...
always feeling the hot breath|of Johnny Law on our necks?
No! it means, as elite units go,|we're the elitist of the elite.
Top shelf in the bureau.|The penultimate, plus one.
Where'd Private go?
There he is.|D-3.
Oh, Private. How much is he?
He's $3.50, sir.
That's outrageous.|Even for Private.
Sir, the machine is alive!
I don't think I like your attitude,|vending machine.
Or your prices!
Release them!
What the...?
Kowalski, analysis!
All evidence indicates...
I ate too many Cheezy Dibbles.
We're behind enemy lines|and incredibly thirsty.
Rico, bust us out|of this delicious prison.
Nice work, Rico!
You are a meaningful|and valued member of this team.
Private, quit lollygagging.|And regular gagging.
Dark and ominous.
Two of my least favorite traits|in a room.
Look!|A button.
Private, don't!
Now, what have I told you about...
Sorry, what?
It looks like some sort of giant laser|sent to kill us all, sir.
Another one!
No!
What the...?
Naughty, naughty!
Pretty birds belong in their cages.
Now, that's just hurtful.
And I was so happy to see you again.