Bedtime Stories Page #10

No!

[Gasps]

- Oh, my God!

- [Horn honks]

[Jill groaning]

No, no, no, no!

[Screams]

Ooh! Yah! Booya!

[Jill screaming]

Have you seen Bobbi? Patrick?

Bobbi! Patrick!

What are you going to do?

I'll take that back.

No fair!

Hey, people, that's 60 seconds!

Whoo-hoo!

Wait! Wait a minute!

I can't find my children!

- They might be in there!

- Nice try.

We cleared the building hours ago. OK?

Everything is fine.

No! Let me through!

Hey, we got to check the rooms

before we start making booms.

We've checked it already!

Do it myself.

- [Jill screams]

- Uncle Skeeter!

[Skeeter] Hey! Get out of there!

- Five...

- No!

- Grab the bar!

- Four...

Three...

Two...

One!

The king has issued a proclamation.

The hotel moves away.

The school will stay.

Long live Webster Elementary!

- Mom!

- Mom!

Bobbi! Patrick!

Oh!

Hey, hey, hey.

You guys underdemeciated me.

Come here! I just got to know you guys.

You think I'm gonna let

you slip away from me now?

[Bobbi] I knew you were the good guy.

Yeah.

Uh, Patrick, hi.

I'm Trisha Sparks.

I just wanted you to know that...

thanks for saving the school.

Western. Go Western.

- No thanks necessary, ma'am.

- That's my boy. That's my boy.

There must be some way for me

to show my appreciation.

Oh-ho-ho! Get it.

[Squealing]

Ooh! Hoo-hoo-hoo!

Hey, isn't she a little old for you?

- She's hot.

- So is she. What do you think?

If Master Stinky's getting a kiss,

shouldn't, shouldn't I get

a little mermaid action?

- Come on, already.

- [Skeeter] Ooh!

[Cheering]

[Marty] Now look what my boy has done.

Turned his back on the world

of luxury hotel management

to start a small family business.

And bless his heart,

he even named it after me.

Hey, speaking of s'mores,

it looks like Bugsy ate them all.

[Squeaking]

We're completely out of marshmallows.

Oh, all right. Let me handle that.

Room service!

- Yes, sir?

- [Skeeter] Hi, Kendall.

Uh, Bugsy's out of marshmallows.

If you could just go get him some,

that would be great.

Right on it, sir.

Anything else?

Uh, not from you, Kendall, but, uh...

- [bell dings]

...Housekeeping?

Hey, Aspen.

Could you just make sure

that Bugsy's cage is clean

before he checks out in the morning?

His marshmallows don't agree with him,

there's gonna be a mess.

- [Farts, chitters]

- [Kids giggle]

[Skeeter] All right.

OK, bye, guys.

[Marty] I think Bugsy

is trying to tell us

that our tale has reached its end.

But before I go, let me tell you

what our heroes and villains

are doing now.

My old friend, Barry Nottingham,

overcame his fear of germs

to such a degree

that he decided to leave

the hotel business

and enter the field of medicine.

He is currently the school nurse

at Webster Elementary.

Violet now runs the hotel empire,

along with her husband, Mickey,

the former room service waiter

who is now the ninth-richest

person in the world.

And Skeeter and Jill?

After the double wedding of the century,

they lived... well, happily ever after,

running Marty's Motel

and spending a lot of time

with my grandkids,

whose adventures have just begun.

Though, not everyone

is quite so excited.

But that is a whole other story.

The end.

[Journey:
Don't Stop Believin']

Don't stop believing

Hold on to that feeling

Streetlight people

Oh-oh-whoa

Don't stop believing

Hold on

Streetlight people

Oh-oh-whoa

Just a small town girl

Livin' in a lonely world

She took the midnight train

Goin' anywhere

Just a city boy

Born and raised in south Detroit

He took the midnight train

Goin' anywhere

A singer in a smoky room

A smell of wine and cheap perfume

For a smile

they can share the night

It goes on and on

and on and on

Strangers waiting

Up and down the boulevard

Their shadows

Searching in the night

Streetlight people

Living just to find emotion

Hiding

Somewhere in the night

Working hard to get my fill

Everybody wants a thrill

Paying anything

to roll the dice

Just one more time

Some will win

Some will lose

Some were born to sing the blues

Oh the movie never ends

It goes on and on

and on and on

Strangers waiting

Up and down the boulevard

Their shadows

Searching in the night

Streetlight people

Living just to find emotion

Hiding

Somewhere in the night

Don't stop believing

Hold on to that feeling

Streetlight people

Oh-oh-whoa

Don't stop believing

Hold on

Streetlight people

Oh-oh-whoa

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