Christmas With The Kranks Page #7

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We can't just leave him.

We could ask Jude Becker.

She's allergic.

I'll take the cat.

-What?

-Are you sure?

Yeah.

Look at that.

See? Maybe if you don't step on him

so often....

Yeah. It'll be fine.

-Thank you so much.

-Merry Christmas.

Well, I should get back to my party.

This means so much.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Does this mean we have to start

being nice to each other?

-Of course not.

-Good.

Because I still don't like you

that much, old man.

That's good.

I'm not that fond of you, either.

Bev, we gotta pack!

Luther! Help me!

Ned!

What in God's name are you doing up there?

Blair came home.

Frohmeyer took down the ladder.

He went inside, forgot about me.

Have you been up there all this time?

I'm frozen, stuck to Frosty!

I'll get you down!

What are you doing?

You swore on your kids' lives!

-What kids?

-Help! Police!

Easy, come on.

Go on inside. Drink something hot.

Get down from there. Get down off the roof!

My car.

You all right?

What's in that bag?

Not bad.

Good job, Santa. All right, come on.

Get up here. Let's go.

-You swore to me.

-I'm growing tired of catching you.

-What's this all about? What's going on?

-I told you you could use an umbrella.

What?

-Marty.

-Yes.

Wait. You're the guy that was selling

the umbrellas in the rain, aren't you?

It's a living.

I meet a lot of nice people this way.

I got to run because I can't pass up

this kind of weather.

It's always good for business.

Thank you for the party.

You're welcome.

I'm sorry you got to work on Christmas Eve.

Santa always has to work on Christmas Eve.

Yeah, I suppose he does.

Merry Christmas!

Bev Scheel just called.

Maybe I was wrong about you.

This night is full of surprises.

Skipping Christmas. What a stupid idea.

Maybe next year.

Merry Christmas!

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