Freaky Friday Page #8

with the egg whites and brandy.

I'll do it!

No!

Turn it off!

Creep!

Oh, man! Now I gotta

start all over again.

Sorry!

Hey, that's kinda good.

Boris, look!

Yeah, yeah, I see you're a mess.

Come on.

You need a bath.

But, Boris...

Come on!

Hi, guys.

Ape Face. Ape Face.

It's nice to see you

looking dirty.

Making mud pies?

- Mousse pies.

- Yeah?

It blew up by mistake.

Blew up?

You're joking.

The turkey's about to...

That's enough, Max.

Let the chocolate soldier

go get washed up.

Ooh, great.

Come on, you two.

You clean up the walls.

You clean up the body.

To the showers.

Go, go to the showers.

You to the kitchen.

What's that smell?

Oh, no.

Open a window,

if you can find it.

Oh, my goodness.

Oh, a vent.

I can't breathe.

Exploded mousse

and burnt turkey!

Boris, how could you

do this to me?

- Sorry.

- [Telephone ringing]

What now?

Get myself together.

Just pretend.

Hello?

[Coughs] Yes?

Ellen, where are you?!

Where's the food?!

Right here.

It's all around me, actually.

Where's Annabel?

I need her help now.

She's getting ready

for the aquacade.

What?

She's going to water-ski?

She'll be killed!

She's one of the best

water-skiers in the state.

She may have been this morning,

but she isn't now.

You've got to stop her, Bill.

Honey, you just let me handle

this end of it, will you?

You get down here

with that food!

Counting on you both.

But you're counting

on the wrong both!

I want my Mommy!

It's all right.

Let's make this

a creative enterprise.

Boris, let's start all over.

Forget this thing.

We have some Catty Kibble left,

some green noodles,

Tabasco sauce.

We'll make a New Orleans

casserole.

We'll sprinkle

a little bread crumbs.

I think I have some olives.

It'll be wonderful.

Parsley!

Let's get going, Boris.

Come on, Annabel.

Get your skis on.

I'm not going through

with it, Bill.

Don't start that.

I've been bragging for weeks.

Don't let me down now.

I'm not the same person

you think I am.

You sound just like your mother.

Let's get into your skis.

You don't care whether

I live or die.

We'll talk about that

after the aquacade.

I'll help you.

Come on, into the skis.

There we are.

First the foot.

Have we got everything?

Where's the turkey?!

You're gonna eat that thing?

You ever heard of smoked turkey?

Go get it, tiger!

Listen, Boris.

I haven't got much time.

There are a few kooky things

you should know.

Try and understand.

I need your help desperately.

You name it.

Well, to begin with,

I know it's hard to believe,

but I don't know how to drive.

You're right.

I don't believe you.

Do you drive, Boris?

Kinda, but I don't got a

license. I can get arrested.

It's better than getting killed.

I can't drive.

I'm only 13 years old.

Oh, sure, and I'm only 38.

Please, Boris,

don't you believe me?

I'm not my mother.

I'm Annabel Andrews

in my mother's body.

You understand?

Don't ask me how it happened.

You don't believe me, do you?!

I think you're crazy.

Boris, I can't argue that.

Not in the very least.

I am a fruitcake.

But what kind of

irresponsible person are you

to let me, a fruitcake,

drive a car?

I might get killed.

Don't you care?

Well, yeah, I care.

All right.

If you care, get into this car

and drive me to the marina

so I can save my Dad's neck

and my Mommy's life.

I don't care that much.

Boris, buzz off.

Go ahead! Go away.

Who needs you?

I got the turkey, Mom!

Let's go!

Wait a minute! 'Cause I

don't want to go to jail

doesn't mean I don't

want to help.

Creep, get in.

Onward and upward!

Listen, let me put it this way.

Number one,

I'm not gonna make

a fool out of myself,

let alone break every bone.

Annabel, you can't

do this to me.

My job may depend on this deal.

I'm sorry.

But I just can't do it.

Okay, okay, I give up.

Here, sit down.

We'll talk about it.

Here, hold this.

Hit it, Charlie!

I'm sorry, honey!

I had to do it!

ELLEN:

Bill, you dirty louse!

Oh! Help!

- Which way do I turn here, left?

- Right.

- Right?

- No, left.

- Left?

- Right.

- Right?

- Left's that way.

Uh-oh.

Hey, I think we got company.

I wish I had my own body back!

[Mysterious music plays]

Right body, wrong place!

Annabel, where'd you come from?

- Where did Mom go?

- Don't ask me.

How'd you do that?

- Could you do it again?

- I hope not.

Wait, wait, wait!

Andrews, isn't that

your wife out there?

Yeah. What?

Yes, sir, yeah.

I believe it is.

What is she doing out there?

What? Well...

It's a mother-and-daughter

act, Jennings.

Yeah, that's it.

That's exactly it.

[Laughs]

Where's the daughter?

Huh?

Hey, Annabel,

what are you doing?

Why don't you stop

before somebody gets killed?!

Mom needs us.

And if I'm here,

she's worse off than we are.

I find that hard to believe.

Oh, oh, oh!

Whoo-whoo, whoo-whoo!

Hey, what are you doing?

No!

Hey, where'd everybody go?

Coming through.

No, no, right.

- No, the other way.

- No!

BORIS:

Look out, Mister!

Look out, everybody!

Get your mitts off the wheel.

Take this thing off my head.

- They're getting closer!

- More of them!

Yeah, I see 'em.

Whoa, whoa!

Whatcha doing?

Wait a minute!

Hold it!

No, no, no!

Why aren't you driving the boat?

She's amazing, Andrews.

Why didn't you tell us

about her?

Well, I want it to be

a surprise, sir.

Well, it sure is to me.

That makes two of us.

Three of us.

- Huh?

- Huh?

Good show!

Would have been better at night.

Nonsense.

You had it planned that way.

Yes, I did.

What's next?

What's next?

Well, I think the

next trick's out there

somewhere in the water.

Road hog!

Neat wheelie, Mrs. Schmauss!

Don't lose it!

Stop this thing!

I want to get off!

Coming through, fellows!

Excuse me!

Pardon me!

Look out behind you!

Down! Down!

Oh, no! No! No!

- Pardon me, young man.

- Whoa!

Can you help me, please?

Watch out, lady.

What are you doing?

Let go of me!

C'est bizarre!

What?

What?

- Huh?

- Hey, what? What?

Don't take your eyes

off him, folks.

He's the daredevil of Bay City.

I believe you've got

your sexes mixed up.

Beg pardon?

It's not a he.

It's not a he.

She's my wife!

She's up in the air!

She's on a kite!

She's so young!

Ellen!

Honey!

Don't "honey" me!

Hurry up.

We're gonna miss the kiteflyer.

Look out!

Did you see that pile-up?

Really gross!

Uh-oh!

Yippee!

Stop!

Quick, Annabel.

Put it in reverse!

- Mrs. Andrews?

- Mom?

[Cheering]

- Come on, Mom!

- Oh, Annabel!

I thought you were gonna

wipe out.

So did I.

It's nice to know

you care, my darling.

It's nice to know I do.

Believe me, I do.

Oh, Mom, I really love you.

I love you, too, darling.

Hey, Mom, can I take

driving lessons from Annabel?

Not on my street, you're not.

We'll see, Benji.

Right now, I'm so glad

to be me again.

Hey, right on, Mom.

How do you like yourself?

I don't know.

Annabel, about your hair.

They only took off

an inch and a half.

I bought you a new outfit.

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