Hannah Montana: Life's What You Make It Page #8

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- (screaming)

- (cracking)

l think the machine broke.

That... wasn't... the... machine!

Oh, l'm gonna be sick.

Oh, Daddy, l am so sorry.

l was just trying to help.

lt's OK, Mile.

Hey, l know you had your heart set

on putting that Mikayla in her place

but there's no way l'm gonna be able

to sit on a plane for five hours.

l gus you're right.

Unls l strap you to a surfboard

and check you through baggage.

Why don't you just take him in a coffin?

At least they're padded.

That's a great idea.

Get him a portable DVD player.

Time will just fly by. Perfect.

Ain't gonna happen.

Let's face it. You tried, Roxy tried...

Roxy. That's a great idea, Daddy.

Roxy can take me.

(groans)

No, no. No way, honey.

Why not? Roxy's taken me

to plenty of concerts before.

Not all the way across the country.

Bid, if l'm not there with you

Mikayla's manager's

gonna steamroll right over you.

Come on, Dad, l can handle

Mikayla and her manager.

And l'll have Roxy.

Remember, ''Roxy like a puma''?

Honey, we can't.

You're still just a kid.

But l'm your kid

and you taught me how to stand up

and fight for myself.

And l'll have Roxy.

Face it, Dad,

it's all falling into place.

Not for me it isn't.

Why not? You know l can do this.

You can trust me.

- But that's not the point.

- Then what is the point?

The point is you're not ready

to do this on your own.

Y, l am, Daddy, and you know it.

Come on, Dad, let me go, please.

l don't wanna talk

about this anymore.

- That's not fair!

- l don't have to be fair.

l'm the dad and l'm not letting you go.

Why are you treating me

like such a baby?!

- Because you're acting like one.

- But Dad!

No, Miley, not another word.

Fine. How about three.

l hate you!

Miley!

Miley Ray!

Do this mean

l'm your favorite kid now?

(muffled grunting)

l'll take that as a y.

l have never said anything

like that to my dad before,

but he wasn't making any sense

and l got so mad and...

(groans) l hate him

for making me say l hate him.

This is terrible. Now Mikayla's gonna

have that stage all to herself.

Lilly, l'm upset enough.

The last thing l want

to think about is...

(woman on radio) Mikayla,

coming at you with her new hit single

lf Cupid Had A Heart.

Rico, could you turn that down?

- l'm sorry. ls it bothering you?

- Yeah.

Well, then, this will drive you crazy.

- (rais volume)

- (# lf Cupid Had A Heart)

(grunts)

(cell phone ringing)

(groans) Speak of the she-devil.

What is it, Mikayla?

Hannah, l heard you pulled out

of the concert.

What happened?

Did the big pop star get scared?

Listen, Micockroach,

one of my family members has

a serious medical condition, OK?

Yeah, it's you,

and it's called wimpo-titis.

That means you're a wimp.

l know what it means.

Oh, l can see the headlin now:

''Mikayla rocks while heartls Hannah

hid from the homels.''

The concert's for hunger relief.

Like l care.

Either way, l'm gonna steal

all your fans

and there's nothing

you can do about it.

Oh, yeah, there is. l'm gonna be there.

- You are?

- You are?

Y. And you better wear

something absorbent

'cause l'm gonna be

wiping the stage with you.

That's right, l went there.

You can't go to Florida

without your dad.

Watch me.

Wow.

(Miley) ''By the time you read this,

Roxy and l will be

on our way to Florida.

And when l come back, l'll take whatever

punishment you decide to give me

like the grownup l'm trying

to convince you l am.

PS:
Don't blame Roxy.

She don't know. ''

Dangflabbit!

Jackson, get down here

and help me get out of this thing!

(groans) Come on, Dad,

not another sponge bath.

Haven't l done enough?

- Not until you get me to the airport.

- OK.

- Maybe we should change first.

- Good idea.

(man) Sorry for the delay, folks.

We'll be leaving the gate momentarily.

Thank you for your patience.

Mmm! Warm cashews, cold shrimp.

Oh, and complimentary slippers.

Time to let the dogs out.

Great. l'm glad

you're enjoying the flight.

lt'll be a whole lot better

once we take off!

Come on, flyboy! l can walk to Florida

quicker than this. Come on!

Sweetheart, could you keep it down?

Someone just complained.

- Who?

- Me. Now zip it.

Thank you.

Ooh, channel 21

is all Barry White all night.

(deep voice) Ooh, baby, baby.

(man) Flight attendants

please close the doors

- and prepare for takeoff.

- Y!

Excuse me.

l'm looking for my daughter.

Sweet niblets.

l was... just making sure all

the carry-ons were stowed properly.

No need to thank me.

Sensible sho. Good choice.

(chuckl) l really don't like you.

Please take your seat. Thank you.

Miley?

Mile?

Mile?

(gruff voice) l was just visiting

my grandkids in Palm Springs.

Did you?

Pardon me, dollface.

Gotta make a pit stop.

Roxy?

- Roxy... (grunts)

- Hyah!

Well, hello.

Robby Ray, what are you doing here?

- Oh, no, she didn't.

- Oh, y, she did.

She bamboozled us both.

Well, your bam is easy to boozle.

You still don't know

l sneak over to your house

- and use your hot tub on the weekends.

- What?

Enough of this chit-chat.

Let's find that girl.

Hey, this bathroom's ocupado.

Sorry, dollface. You're really supposed

to keep the closed.

l may shift during flight.

You're gonna shift right now.

Get out here!

Come on, Miley. Get that thing

off your head. We're going home.

- But, Dad...

- No but. Now.

Excuse me, ma'am,

but we'd like to get off.

And l'd like a job where l don't

have to smile all the time

no matter how annoyed l am.

Now, the doors are closed

and no one's getting off

until our first stop in Denver.

So please take your seats.

- But...

- l said please!

Miley Stewart,

l have never been

so disappointed in you.

You think you're disappointed now?

Wait until you see

your snack box in coach.

Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!

Listen, kid!

You have a fantastic sense of rhythm.

You must be very proud.

- Big dad?

- Huge.

With a mohawk.

Gee, why would l want

to hang out with my friends

when l can spend five hours being

kicked in the back by the kangaroo kid

and drooled on by Jabba the Gut?

Don't blame me. Blame your sister.

You're the one that wouldn't

let her go in the first place.

Don't start with me, son.

She wasn't ready to go.

She wasn't ready, or you weren't?

- Excuse me?

- Come on, Dad.

l mean, you raised us to believe

we could do anything

we set our minds to.

And the whole time we were growing up,

you told us, ''l know you can do it.

So get ready, get set, go.''

Why aren't you saying that now?

Oh, yeah, l can be deep.

Roxy, l really am sorry l lied to you.

Hush up. l'm not talking to you.

But if l was talking to you

l'd be saying ''Don't apologize to me.

Apologize to your daddy,

because he only do what he do

because he lov you.''

l gus l should apologize, shouldn't l?

lf l was talking to you,

l'd be saying ''Mm-hmm.''

l'd also say, ''While you're up,

get me some two percent.

Roxy lik to dunk!''

- l was just...

- Me too.

Daddy, when l said l hated you,

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