richie rich · 1994 film · billionaire child · naive · innocent · comedy · harvey comics · family friendly · loyal butler · chicago setting
The door of the long black limousine opened, and I stepped out onto the gritty pavement outside the United Tool factory. The air smelled of diesel and fresh paint. My attention was instantly pulled away from the ceremony by the sound of shouting and laughter—a group of kids from the neighborhood were playing a fierce, dusty game of baseball in the empty lot next door. I took half a step toward them, drawn by the raw joy of it, before a solid, immovable weight settled on my shoulders. Ferguson, my bodyguard, had moved silently behind me, his grip firm and unyielding.