Moondance Alexander

We rock! We rock!

I am outta here!

Dear Sara.

Thanks for being so special.

Toodles!

Fiona.

- So my mom took away my iPod.

- No way.

Can you believe it? For a whole month.

I don't know how I'm gonna live without it.

- Rachel?

- But you still have your Blackberry, right?

- Yeah.

- Rachel?

Do you think you could sign

my yearbook?

- Don't have a pen. Sorry.

- Right.

I can't believe she just asked me that.

- Thanks, Fiona.

- Have a super summer.

Next.

Aubry?

Could you sign my yearbook?

Oh, I'll have to get

back to you on that.

Right.

Uh, Sara, could you please

just give me a mercy signing?

Fine.

- Who are you?

- Moondance Alexander.

- What grade are you in?

- Ninth.

I'm just really short.

Thank you.

Well, have a good summer.

See you later.

Oh, there's Fiona.

- Hey, girls.

- Hey.

Megan, my gum is stale.

And... I'm supposed to do what?

Duh! Kleenex.

- Don't have one, Fiona.

- Don't look at me.

- Hey, Moonwalk.

- Hi. Well, it-it's Moondance, actually.

Whatever. Do you want me

to sign your year book?

Yeah. Yeah, that'd be great.

- Cute shirt, Moondance.

- Oh, totally.

- Thanks.

- Is it vintage?

Um, I don't think so.

Why?

I had onejust like it...

when I was 12.

- There you go.

- Thanks.

Hey, Josh. Did you sign

Moondance's yearbook?

Um, no, not yet.

- Oh, no.

- Oh! That's foul.

What a freak!

Hey, Moondance.

Is it true your middle name is Uranus?

Hey, man!

(# Can't hold on to the words)

(# I seem to be so ordinary)

(# Not like I've everheard)

(# It seems to be the same old story)

(# No more waiting patiently)

(# For you to make a fool of me)

(# So I can't hold on)

(# So I will finally walk away)

(# And call it a day)

(# And call it a day)

(# Call it a day))

Hi, Daddy.

School's out today and I made

a complete idiot of myself again.

I won't go into all the gory details,

but trust me.

It was really horrific.

And, in case you were wondering...

my friend roster

is at an all-time low.

I don't mean to complain.

It's just...

you're the only one I can tell.

Mom would only flip out

and try to fix it.

She keeps saying that I'm different because

I'm destined for something special.

Only wish I knew what

that something was.

That way it could start happening.

Like... now.

Maybe you could put in

a rush order for me?

Well-

I gotta go...

but thanks for listening, Dad.

You always make me feel better.

I love you.

- Hi.

- Hello.

Hi, Mr. McClancy.

Oh, hello, Moondance.

Well, I see you got through

another year of school.

Yes, thank goodness.

I don't think I could have lasted another day.

Oh. Well, you've got

the whole summer ahead for fun.

- You got any big plans?

- No.

- I think I'm just gonna focus on my work.

- Your work?

Well, that- that's good.

Well, I got a couple of deliveries here for you.

One of 'em goes to

your mama's studio.

And these are horse supplements

that, uh, go to this address.

Now, it's on the edge of town, so I drew

a little map for you on the back of the receipt.

- Okay.

- And you can drop it off there.

If there's no one around,

you can just drop it in the mailbox, okay?

Sounds good.

Thanks, Mr. McClancy.

Yeah.

Yes, yes.

Let's see. Oh.

Very... nice, Rose.

But I'm still sensing

some anger in your work.

I tried to soften the eyes a little.

Yes, and that- and that helped.

I would just love to see you

branch out a little.

Maybe try a more uplifting

subject matter.

I paint what I feel.

Okay then.

Oh, Ben, that is really very nice.

- Oh, uh, thank you, Gelsey.

- That was great choice of colors.

- Hey, Mom.

- Oh, hey, honey.

- I got your supplies.

- Hey, would you like to stay

for our visualization exercise?

- The subject today is fruits of the garden.

- Uh, no, thanks.

I think I know what

a tomato looks like.

I still have another delivery to make,

but I will make sure I am home by dinner.

Okay. Don't be late.

I'm making something special.

- Special?

- Mm-hmm.

Miso-baked tofu

with Cambodian-style pineapple glaze.

Cambodian pineapple?

It sounds wonderful.

It is.

It really is.

Okay, Mom, I'm gonna go.

- Okay.

- I'll see you later.

You know, with the sweet

and then the spicy...

- it's just a really interesting combination.

- Yeah.

- Hi there.

- Hi, Moondance.

Hmm? Well, this must be the place.

Hello?

Who's there?

Is anyone there?

Hey there.

You just about gave me

a heart attack.

Where's your owner?

Are you alone out here?

You look like you

could use a good brushing.

Or a bath.

Or both.

Where do you live?

Well, what am I supposed

to do with you?

It's getting dark out.

And I can't just leave you here

in the middle of the road.

I think you're gonna

come home with me.

It's okay.

I'm just gonna put this around you.

Easy.

You ready? Come on.

Come on.

- Mom.

- Yeah?

- Stop cooking.

- Why? What's the matter?

- I need you to come with me.

- Well, w-w-wait. Moondance.

- Honey, where are we going?

- You'll see.

Moondance, why are you

being so mysterious?

Don't worry.

It's all good.

- I hope it's all good.

- It is.

- Ta-da!

- What am I looking at?

- Well, he was just right here.

- Who was?

- There you are.

- It's a horse!

- It's a pinto.

- It's eating my organic apples!

Can you believe it?

I found him.

- What do you mean, you found him?

- Well, I was doing a delivery.

You know, the one

right after I saw you.

I was on this really creepy road and I thought

that somebody was following me.

But then he jumped out and I thought

that he was a possible stalker.

But he's a horse. You can obviously tell

that he's neglected and really hungry.

So I couldn't just leave him

there in the middle of the road.

Mom, I think he's homeless.

Moondance, this horse is not homeless.

He's gotten out somehow

and now he's lost.

But we don't know that.

Well, you know what?

We'll call Mr. McClancy.

I'm sure he can help us

find the owner. No!

Sorry, Mom.

Ah.

Okay, Buck. Yeah, thank you very much.

I really appreciate all your help.

We'll talk to you tomorrow.

Bye-bye.

Mr. McClancy said that there are only

a few farms in that area.

So he's gonna make some calls

and get back to us tomorrow.

I never made my other delivery.

You'll have to do it first thing in the morning,

after you find the horse's owner.

- That stinks.

- Well, that's life.

Why don't I finish dinner and you go say

good night to your temporary visitor?

Oh, and whoa, whoa.

Here.

- Give him this and tell him to lay off my art.

- Thanks, Mom.

Hi there.

Oh, your forelock's all dirty.

Want some apple?

Yeah.

There you go.

You like that, don't you?

I wonder who your owner is.

Well, whoever they are,

they should be flogged, 'cause you're a mess!

See, if were your owner,

I would take really good care of you.

And you know what else?

I- I would name you Checkers.

I think you would like Checkers.

Well, then, I think Checkers it is.

My name is Moondance Alexander.

That was a little painful,

but fun. Yeah, old buddy?

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