Call Me Mrs. Miracle Page #5

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Excuse me?

As a Finley's store employee,

I was disappointed to learn

you canceled the Christmas party.

The reason I took this job.

Canceled 20 years ago.

But they still talk about it.

Apparently, it's off the hook.

What?

It's an expression they use today.

Jake is trying to reinstate it.

He mentioned it.

Jake should worry about sales,

not parties.

Sales are great.

We're gonna sell out the toy store.

Really?

You sound very confident.

I am.

I'll tell you what,

you sell out the toy department,

and I will throw a huge party.

Wonderful,

I will plan the whole thing.

Yeah, well,

I wouldn't get started just yet.

What are these Christmas cards

doing here?

I threw them away,

then they were in my briefcase,

and now in my pocket.

It's easy to get confused at our age.

I hear ginkgo biloba boosts memory.

Nothing wrong with my memory.

Well, read the cards, because people

miss you and they care about you.

This is absurd.

What...?

So I used my degree

in design marketing

to get a job with Lindy Lowe.

I'd really like my own dress line

one day.

Well, then you will.

I will?

Mm-hm. Positive thinking,

it's my new thing. You just think about

something you want and then you get it.

Sounds simple.

How's that working out for you?

I don't know yet.

I just came up with it, so...

I should go check on Gabe.

How long has he been with you?

Two months.

My brother got called up in October.

He didn't have to go

because he's a single dad,

but he's the kind of guy

who does the right thing.

He's that guy, huh?

Yeah.

Yeah, he's always done the right

thing. He was a great big brother.

When Gabe's mom died,

he went through a rough time,

but managed to

pull himself together and...

He's just become

the best dad to Gabe.

They're lucky to have you to step in.

He's a great kid.

I'll be right back.

Gabe was excited after getting

an e-mail from his father,

so it took him a while to get settled,

but he's asleep now.

Here you go.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

So after church service, my brother

and I would sneak downstairs

when our parents were asleep.

And we would open our presents.

No, you did not.

Uh-huh. And then

we would rewrap them

and open them again

the next morning.

And you'd pretend to be surprised?

Yeah, I actually got pretty good at it.

Tell me about Christmas

with your family.

My mother died Christmas Eve

20 years ago.

Freak accident. Snowstorm.

Two cabs collided. It...

My father and I, we haven't

celebrated Christmas since.

I'm so sorry.

You know, since then,

he's really just

shut himself off

from everything and everyone.

Every Christmas Eve, we get

on a plane to the Virgin Islands

and don't come back until

after New Year's.

It's been the same thing

for 20 years.

He calls it a vacation.

It's really just an escape.

I have no idea why I just told

you that. I never tell anyone that.

Well, it's good to say things out loud.

Helps put them in perspective.

How did you get so smart?

Let's see what our future holds.

All right.

That one.

Okay.

You first.

All right.

"Your efforts will be rewarded. "

That's what Mrs. Merkle told me

the other day.

Okay, what does yours say?

Secret. Ahem.

What?

It's a secret.

I can't tell you

or it might not come true, and...

Okay, fine.

Maybe if I whisper it.

Okay.

Can we go shopping tonight? I wanna

get something to send my dad.

By the time we get home

and you finish your homework,

it's gonna be pretty late.

But it's almost Christmas.

I have my own money

from my allowance saved up.

What about tomorrow night?

We'll see.

"We'll see" usually means no

with my dad.

Really? I'm starting to sound

like a real parent.

We'll go shopping before Christmas.

Thursday, okay?

Promise?

I promise.

Oh, and by the way,

I heard on the radio

that Toy Central is getting

a shipment of Intellytrons.

Really? Hmm.

Thanks for letting me know.

Bye.

Have a good day.

Okay, great.

Do you want me to wrap it for you?

No, it's for me.

Oh, excuse me,

but could you help me find a dress?

I wanna go to a Christmas party.

Oh, I don't work here.

I'm just looking.

Well, you look so familiar.

I'm Lindy Lowe.

The designer?

Oh, wow.

Oh, I am so honored to meet you.

Oh.

Wow, what a rock. Ha-ha.

See, my problem is I work all day,

and I wanna go to the Christmas party,

so I need a dress

that goes from day to night.

Oh.

Apparently,

my dresses are sold here,

but I'm not sure

they'll be in your, uh...

Well, your dimensions.

Oh, that's a shame,

because my friends and I would...

Well, we'd look great in your styles.

I mean,

they're flattering on any figure.

Really?

Oh, yes.

You know what you should do,

you should look around.

Most women don't look like you

or the fashion models

on the cover of those magazines.

No. No, see we're more the...

The...

You know, the lovable variety.

Bye-bye, now.

Oh, bye.

Oh.

Well, I just called Toy Central.

They got a shipment

of 20 Intellytrons today.

That's great. Oh.

They sold out in six minutes.

Holly, stand up.

What size do you wear? Hmm.

A six.

Carol, stand up.

Oh, you are considerably larger

than Holly.

What size do you wear?

A 10, I guess.

Okay, a 12.

All the women in the office, stand.

Huh. Call the factory.

I have a wonderful idea.

I want Lindy Lowe dresses

to be made in sizes zero through 16.

What a fabulous idea you just had.

Yes. I'm taking a huge risk, but

sales have been horrible this season.

I don't know if large women

care what they look like

but if they do, let's exploit them.

Hmm?

Oh, and, Holly,

call the Home Shopping Channel.

I want to go by on Thursday

to film a new spot.

I will.

And on a whim,

I'm throwing in your little black dress.

Really?

Yes.

This is either

the smartest decision I've made,

or the stupidest decision

you've ever made.

Your job is on the line, Holly.

These are your ideas.

That's fantastic news.

Your first step as a dress designer.

I'm gonna call the show,

and I'm gonna order three of those

little reversible black dresses.

That's very generous of you, Jake.

You know, you actually are

my target consumer.

Advocates are saying the Intellytron,

this season's hottest-selling toy,

heats up and explodes if you play

with it for more than an hour.

Can you hold on?

Only a week to go until Christmas,

people are headed to stores

to return the Intellytron robot.

Jane Binkow for more.

Listening?

Yeah, I'm listening.

I'm out in front of Toys-A-Plenty as

angry customers line up for refunds.

Turns out I was right

not to stock the Intellytron.

Looks like we both have

something to celebrate.

As you can see,

there will be trouble ahead for

retailers selling the Intellytron robot.

A special bottle

for a special occasion.

Shh. We don't wanna

wake up Gabe.

To black dresses

and exploding robots.

Perfect.

All right, here we go, and...

Oh, no.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Yeah. I own that, and I have,

like, three hotels on my property,

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