One of Bob Hope's terrible later career films. He plays a single dad who finds a $10,000 and coincidentally gets accused of embezzling money from his bank clerk job. Bob then decides the best course of action, based on advice from his kids nanny, Phyllis Diller, is to take his brood of children on the run and to clear his name. Bob dons lots of disguised and personas and not much of it is funny. What made his old films funny was never the stories, but were Bob's quick one liners, that were almost always more for the audience than the other characters. Bob still does some one liners, but there' snot that funny and they are nowhere as rapid fire as they were in his better films. Also, there's an annoying amount of saccharine sweet sentimentality in the film. Jonathan Winters is sadly part of this mess, as are Bond girls Shirley Eaton (who we're somehow supposed to believe is Bob's girlfriend) and Jill St. John. Not quite unwatchable, but pretty close.