Mariah Carey's All I Want for Christmas Is You Page #2

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(MUSIC PLAYING)

You're impossible.

MARIAH:
So, on top of keeping

Grandpa out of trouble

and making sure I had Princess

by the fashion show,

I had a lot to deal

with that Christmas.

Auditions for the spring

musical were coming up,

so I was dying to make a good

impression on my choir teacher.

Beautiful!

(ALL VOCALIZING)

(HUMMING)

MARIAH:
And I had to get my little

brother to keep our back door shut.

Uh, the back door was wide open.

I know I closed it.

Brett?

Sorry.

What were you two doing outside?

Oh, darling, we've been admiring

Ingersoll's Christmas display.

It's a doozy this year.

PENELOPE:
There's no

accounting for taste.

It's an eyesore.

Oh, there's my girl.

Come here, Penny.

I have a vision for

a whole reindeer herd

pulling a sleigh the size of a Winnebago

that can fit the whole family.

It'll wrap around the house,

continue up on the roof.

A thousand blinking lights.

Let's see Fred Ingersoll

top that!

Blinking lights?

Tacky.

Not in our yard.

BILL:
Ow!

(MARIAH LAUGHING)

Wait till they're baked.

Oh, come on.

(MUTTERING)

(LAUGHS)

(HORN HONKS)

Dad's got the tree!

Brett...

Close the door, dude.

(LAUGHTER)

MARIAH:
I had to give it to Grandma.

She knew how to work it.

She really made

a case for Princess.

You can't use the dog

allergy excuse this time.

Ahhh! Mom!

You heard me.

The dog's hypoallergenetic,

or whatever they call it.

Oh, Brett, sweetie...

Let's not do tinsel.

It's so...

ALL:
Tacky.

And you can't say

she hasn't earned a pet.

She's so responsible

and thoughtful.

Does her chores and everybody

else's chores, too.

(GIGGLES) Ouch!

Top of her class,

soloing in the choir.

Model United Nations

representative.

Mrs. Reyes better

elect her Model UN president.

Oh! I so hope

that she gets it.

What does Mariah hope for?

These are Mariah's goals.

Maybe 'cause someone

told her they should be.

BUD:
Ow!

Ma!

Lucy, all her accomplishments could fall

apart with a distraction like a pet.

What's wrong with a distraction?

She needs to be a little girl.

She doesn't know

what she'd be taking on.

Uh, Bud, that garland's

upside down.

(SIGHS)

And when she finds out

she's in over her head,

I'll be the one

taking care of a mutt.

It's time to put

the topper on the tree.

I've got that totally covered.

Daddy.

BUD:
Up you go, Supergirl.

(GASPS)

(MARIAH GIGGLES)

Isn't she the most beautiful

dog you've ever seen?

Where are you going?

I got to get ready to take

my brother to the airport.

Oh, I have something

for Uncle Reg.

I made him a potholder.

Hmm.

Yeah, that's very

thoughtful of you, Mariah.

I'm sure he'll treasure it.

(HUMMING SOFTLY)

What do you call that thing?

It's not a thing.

She's a dog.

I asked Santa for her.

MARIAH:
Well, a lot of good

that had done me in the past,

but I was still hoping that somehow

Santa would get it right this time.

Her name is Princess,

and she's a poochon.

A "poo-chon"?

(LAUGHING)

MARIAH:
Such a loving and

supportive little brother.

(SIGHING)

Dopey, it means

part poodle and bichon.

And she's perfectly perfect.

BRETT:
Oh, look,

now she's part pug.

Brett...

(CONTINUES LAUGHING)

(SIGHS)

You're such a clown.

Jealous.

Priceless.

I can help, Mariah.

No, thanks, Beth.

You're scared I'll mess her up.

No, I'm not. It's just...

I'm done. There.

MARIAH:
Daddy could

never say no to me.

Look, Daddy!

MARIAH:
But he always figured out

a way to do it without saying it,

especially when

it came to a dog.

Possible.

Maybe, maybe not.

I'll get back to you on that.

I'll have to discuss

that with your mother.

You'll have to take

that up with Santa.

MARIAH:
But this Christmas

was his best yet.

He really pulled

a fast one on me.

(LUCY HUMMING)

I can wrap some

of yours, Mariah.

Um...

I think I've got it, but thanks.

Mariah, I think you hurt

your sister's feelings.

Oh, no.

I didn't mean to hurt her...

Couldn't you let

her wrap just one?

Does it really

matter how it looks?

Well, this one's for my teacher,

so it's got to be perfect.

PENELOPE:

We should've discussed this.

It'll work out

just fine, trust me.

(GIGGLES)

Well, lookie here.

What's that, Daddy?

I have a proposal for you.

Can't wait to hear it.

Reggie needs a dog-sitter for, you

know, his, uh, pooch, while he's away.

Uncle Reggie has a dog?

Mmm...

It was a recent acquisition.

Thought he couldn't

have pets at his apartment.

Well, they made an

exception for this one.

Mmm-mmm-mmm.

Can I dog-sit the dog?

I can dog-sit!

MARIAH:

Oh, no, you didn't. No.

Oh, Daddy, I'd be the best dog-sitter ever.

Let me see! Let me see!

MARIAH:
And I fell

right into his trap.

But, wait!

Here's the deal.

Let's see how you do

dog-sitting this guy,

and then we'll see about...

What's her...

Princess!

I can have Princess

if I dog-sit?

Grandma!

Dog-sit well.

I'm all about well. That's me. I can

do well. I promise. Let me see him.

I bet he's so cute.

(CHUCKLES) Yeah. He sure is.

Something like that.

Okay.

Oh, boy.

Bud, you're not going to...

Oh...

He's a...

Is that a dog?

MARIAH:
Ugh!

Uh...

Don't worry, Pen, I'm pretty

sure Reggie house-trained him.

What's his name?

Huh?

Don't look at me, darling.

Oh, yeah.

Uh...

(BARKS)

MARIAH:
Did Uncle Reggie

even train him?

Hey.

Jack!

MARIAH:
Come here, Jack.

Come here, baby.

PENELOPE:
Bud!

Come over here.

BUD:
It's harmless.

MARIAH:
Oh, no.

Come here, good boy.

(CONTINUES BARKING)

Catch him, Grandma.

Come here, you!

BUD:
I said, "Hey"!

Demon.

Bud, do something!

Settle down now.

I'll get you.

PENELOPE:
Ooh!

Off the couch!

BUD:
Hey, now stop that.

Can you sit? Stay?

Lie down?

Catch him! Good Lord,

I think he has rabies!

BUD:
Come here, you!

Jack.

Whoa!

(PANTING)

(SNIFFING)

Where's he going?

My steaks.

(HUMS)

(SHRIEKS)

Stop!

Hey. Hey! Hey!

(SCREAMS)

Drop it, you thief!

BRETT:
What's for dinner?

ALL:
Shut the door!

Whoa!

Some kind of giant rat thing

just ran past me.

(SIGHS IN FRUSTRATION)

Steak! All right!

I know. I know, Pen.

We should've discussed

this together first.

Oh, Bud, dear... It looks

like he took your steak.

Jack!

Here, boy!

Here, baby!

Come here, little guy!

Jack!

Uh...

Hi, Mr. Ingersoll.

Did you maybe see a

small dog thing around?

It's just befuddling.

Can I help you with something?

What's that?

Oh! Hello, Mariah.

I just can't figure out

why my lights aren't blinking.

I bought blinking lights.

Just not as cheerful

when they don't blink.

Not sure, Mr. Ingersoll.

Jack!

Where'd you go?

Jack!

Jack?

(LOW GROWL)

Hold still, guy.

(STRUGGLING)

(SNIFFING)

MARIAH:
Yum!

This looks so tasty.

(SMACKS LIPS)

(WHIMPERS)

Scrumptious.

This is the best steak I've

ever had in the world.

Yum-yum.

Nuh-uh!

This is my dinner.

Yum...

Come on, you know you want it.

Follow me.

That's it.

Just a little further.

(SIGHS IN RELIEF)

Ha! I got ya!

Hi.

Oh, congratulations, Mariah.

Let's take a look.

Oh, he's a beautiful specimen.

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