Freaky Friday Page #8

about your pathetic vendetta

against an innocent student.

Oh, and by the way, Elton,

she had a boyfriend,

and you were weird.

That was amazing.

You totally destroyed him.

I don't think Elton Bates

will be giving me much trouble.

That's so weird about your mom.

- Oh, yeah, what did she say?

- About what?

- About the audition.

- Oh, right. She said no.

What?

Well, it is

her rehearsal dinner.

Don't you think

that's rather important, too?

And you told her?

You told her this chance

would never come again?

- She sympathizes.

- Don't give us this.

She is totally

ruining our lives.

You're the culprit.

Yeah, your mom

has never cared about our music.

Never cared?

Never cared?

Who do you think paid

for those guitar lessons?

And did she ever hear

a "thank you"? No.

Come on, you said it yourself.

Your mom hasn't paid

attention to you

since she started

dating that guy.

That's not true.

Well, you talk about it enough.

I do?

What is up with you today?

You act like you don't even

care about this band.

Look, girls... guys,

if it were any other night.

Whatever, Anna.

God.

[Tires squealing in distance]

[Car horns honking,

alarm sounding]

[Rock music blaring]

- You picked up my car!

- Yeah.

Get out of the car.

I'm driving.

Oh, my God.

What have you done to me?

Do you like it?

Get out of the car right now!

Do you have your permit?

No.

My hair.

It's gone!

What have you done to my ear?

Mom, it's an earring!

Take it out right now!

No.

It looks cool.

Don't start with me.

Those clothes

are going back tomorrow!

Why? Everyone likes them.

You look great.

I look like Stevie Nicks.

Who's he?

- What are you doing with this?

- I'm eating.

You cannot eat fast food.

Why not?

Because it will

go down your throat

and drop instantly to my thighs.

- Oh, come on.

- Watch the road.

Oh, this food may make

you blow up like a balloon,

but it will do nothing

whatsoever to me.

Oh, Mom!

Oh, God, this is good.

Mom, that's not fair.

My first french fry

in eight years.

I can hear

the "Hallelujah Chorus."

Road!

Oh, hi, hi.

You back so soon.

Sexy new look for you,

Mrs. Coleman.

You look hot.

- Two for lunch?

- No, Pei-Pei.

We'd like to speak

to you about something

we think happened

to us at your restaurant.

- Something that sucks.

- Let me handle this.

Okay.

When we woke up this morning,

we weren't ourselves.

Yeah.

Oh. Mama!

Hey, hey!

You come back here.

Hello, hello.

Did you give them

the fortune cookie?

What did she say?

Oh.

She's crazy.

Well?

She don't know what

you're talking about.

Okay, let's have lunch.

Let's eat.

You know exactly

what we're talking about.

Let's hit her.

Okay, okay.

I cannot fix it.

Only you can fix it.

When the fortune come true,

then you go back.

What fortune?

From the fortune cookie.

You find the answer

in each other.

When the fortune come true,

then you go back, okay?

No big deal.

You mean, we're stuck

in this suck-fest?

You're not going to do anything?

How about % off catering?

No, Pei-Pei, we have a caterer.

Actually, Mom, there's something

I forgot to tell you.

Okay, good idea, how about I do?

- What did that fortune say?

- Like I remember?

- I don't remember, either.

- Oh, I hate this!

I don't wanna get married at !

It's not even legal!

I want my room back.

I want my friends.

I want to eat whatever

I want when I want.

Mommy.

I know, sweetie.

It's a hard day.

We'll get through it.

Breathe.

Deep breath.

We'll go home

and find the fortune.

[Cellphone ringing,

beeping]

- Make it stop!

- Oh, my organizer.

It's been going off all day.

Parent-teacher conference!

I completely forgot!

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