Austin Powers In Goldmember | ORIGINAL |

"Careful, Mini-Me! He’s got the mojo!" Austin dodged the tiny terror with a flamboyant spin. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his secret weapon: a vintage 1970s disco whistle.

Austin flashed a toothy grin. "Standard procedure, baby. Now, how about we find a spot with some decent fondue? I’m feeling hornier than a toad in a trombone factory!" Austin Powers In Goldmember

"I love goooold!" the Dutchman shrieked, his roller skates clicking against the marble floor. He was currently buffing a solid gold satellite dish with a chamois cloth. "And with this disco-ball-of-doom, I shall turn the moon into a giant nugget! It will be the ultimate bling, Austin!" "Careful, Mini-Me

He blew a sharp, funky blast. The satellite dish didn't explode—instead, it began to emit a high-frequency version of "Stayin' Alive." The rhythm was so infectious that Goldmember began to uncontrollably perform a rhythmic gymnastics routine. Austin flashed a toothy grin

Suddenly, the floor hissed open. Out rose Dr. Evil in a hover-chair, clutching a tiny, golden-furred kitten. "Don't forget about me, Austin. I’ve reached a deal with Goldmember. He gets the moon, and I get... one trillion dollars ! Or at least a very generous gift card to Starbucks."