Just My Luck Page #2

- Love you, Jake.

- Love you too.

- Katy, mind your cousin.

- I'll keep an eye on her.

- See ya.

- Ready?

Wait. Is it gonna sting?

'Cause I kind of like wearing it.

Well, it's not gonna sting

if you hold still.

- Ow. Ow. Ow.

- Hold still! It's gonna be fine!

Hold still.

One, two, three-

There you go. There you go.

Well, hold on. Hold on. Hold on. All right.

- What do you say?

- Thank you, Jake. You're my hero.

Give me some skin.

You know, I'm gonna take this.

This is definitely

a, uh, choking hazard.

- All right.

- Bye.

See ya.

Not again! Oh!

So, where is he taking you?

A basketball game.

His dad's team is playing Philly.

Not sexy enough.

Home or away?

- Away.

- Let me guess.

On his private jet

which he flies himself?

- So wrong. He has a pilot.

- Speaking of dates. Hello?

We should try to find

the dragon lady one for the bash.

That way, she won't be all over us,

watching our every move.

Mm. Good luck. Men of Peggy's caliber

don't exactly take ads in the Yellow Pages.

Could you possibly

idolize her any more?

What? She's sophisticated, glamorous,

gets invited everywhere...

and never has to stay home

because she has nothing to wear.

- Right. Nothing to wear.

- Wee, wee, wee.

- Coming!

- I'll get it.

- I'm coming.

- I'm coming!

- Find an outfit.

- I found one.

- Ooh, ooh, ooh.

- Whoa. Who is that?

Down, girl. You're drooling on my doormat.

Oh, it's my next-door neighbor.

- Who?

- Shh. Antonio.

- Oh, hey, Ashley.

- Hey.

Your dry cleaning was delivered

while you were out, so I took it.

Oh, you are such an angel.

Thank you.

- I do what I can. Big date tonight?

- Kind of big. You?

Ah, every night is date night.

- Okay, I'll see you then.

- Thanks.

- Bye.

- Oh, hey, Antonio.

Are you free next Thursday?

I'm never free.

What do you have in mind?

Well, you won't want to miss this.

Masquerade Records is throwing

an outrageous promo party.

Food, fun, dancing...

and a blind date with my boss.

Your boss?

What's she like?

She's very smart, strong,

an independent woman.

- Is she good-looking?

- Of course.

Okay, look, if you think we'll hit it off,

then that's good enough for me.

Oh, you're the best.

Thank you so much. Bye.

- Bye.

- Oh, yes! A date for the dragon lady.

- Yes!

- You know, this isn't mine.

Whose is it?

Oh! Sarah Jessica Parker's.

- What?

- Not kidding.

I did not know Sarah Jessica Parker

lived in your building.

Oh, my God.

And look, it's Dolce.

Oh, my gosh.

I can return it tomorrow.

Let me look. Oh, yes.

Your size.

What are the odds?

- Don't be jealous.

- You know, this might actually look cute on me.

- You should totally wear it tonight.

- Well, of course.

- Yeah, I'm gonna need some chocolate now.

- I'm gonna need some milk.

I'm gonna go try on the dress.

I'm gonna go try on the dress.

Thanks.

Ay, ay! A**hole!

- Hey, watch it, will ya!

Sorry. Sorry. It's okay.

Yo, one, two, check.

Sound check.

- Hey, Jake.

- Hey, Mac.

Hey, hey! Hey, Jake!

Jake, how'd it go?

So, uh- So you got

Phillips the CD?

Uh, not ex- not exactly.

You know, we just had some

scheduling conflicts we had to deal with.

Jake, this has been

going on for weeks.

Guys, we're right on track.

Trust me.

There are even gonna be a couple

of "A" and "R" guys here tonight.

Hey, Jake. There's a clogged toilet

in the men's room.

Uh, and I'm looking forward

to plunging it, Mac...

but not until my shift starts,

which is in two hours.

Pretend it's a Grammy.

Grammy? Grammy it is. Okay.

So I'm gonna take care of this.

Keep up the energy.

Hit that "G," Tom. We're gonna

have a great show tonight, guys.

- Here we go.

- Thank you.

I thought we were taking a jet.

This takes us to the jet.

Oh, wow. This is definitely

going in my diary.

Good evening, Bayonne. Ashley,

where did you get that gorgeous dress?

Don't ask.

- Hi. How are ya?

- Hi.

Guys, you're on.

Gentlemen, enjoy the show.

Cocktails on us.

Ladies and gentlemen, give it up

for the hottest rock band in New York City!

McFly!

Keep on going. I got it.

- Oh!

- Let's get out of here.

Hey, fellas, come on.

You're firing me?

You don't even pay me.

Look, Jake, you're good.

I mean, you did find us.

- It's just-

- But? What's the but?

But we just think

it's time to go home.

No, you can't go back home.

We're this close, guys.

Jake, we haven't had

any lucky breaks over here.

And poor Doug misses his mum.

Yeah, he does. He cries every night.

One week. How's that?

How's that?

You give me one week.

And if I can't make it happen

for you guys by then, then I get it.

We're done. You can go back home.

No hard feelings. One week.

- Okay. One week.

- One week.

- One week.

- All right!

- Get some rest, guys.

- Mum's gonna have to wait

one more week, Doug.

One week.

So, did you?

Okay, David Pennington

is a gentleman.

- We kissed.

- Boring.

- Check please, Zuki.

- Okay.

- Thank you.

- So, was it a, um, normal kiss...

or was it a supernatural,

tingling in your toes...

butterflies in your tummy

sort of kiss?

It was... enough to get him

to ask me on another date.

Mm!

- Thank you.

- No, no, no, no. Uh-uh.

Uh-W-Wait.

What's that?

Senor Platinum

says lunch is on him.

- I can't stand this.

- What?

Now, on top of everything else, Peggy Braden

has given you worldwide buying power?

Okay, there's positive energy,

and then there's just plain dumb luck.

Here we go again. Maggie, you've known me

since seventh grade, right?

Okay, will you please

tell her that I'm not lucky?

Well, you were voted

prom queen at Franklin High.

- So?

- We went to Jefferson.

- That doesn't mean anything.

- Okay.

- What? Are you kidding me?

- Thank you, Ashley.

- Thank you.

- Thank you, Ashley.

- Thank you, Ashley.

- But face it, babe...

when they whacked you with that

lucky stick, they whacked you good.

You guys are silly.

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

Okay. All right. If you don't think

you have the luck gene...

then you wouldn't mind

taking a little test.

- Test?

- Yeah.

Test? Cool.

What kind of test?

- Ooh, sorry.

- Excusez-moi.

- Hi. One scratcher, please.

- Oh!

- What kind?

- You wanna pick?

- This is not a fair test.

I happen to be good at these.

- The green one.

It's a lottery.

Nobody's good at them.

- Dollar.

- Thank you.

- Guys-

- Come on!

I mean, seriously, this is silly.

- Do it. Do it. Do it.

- Fine. No peeking.

- Why?

- It's my scratcher now.

What'd you get? What'd you get?

What'd you get?

Five, 10, 15.

I told you I was good at these.

You are the luckiest

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