Ramona And Beezus Page #2

If you can settle down for a few hours,

I' see if Dad can take us out to dinner.

Really?.

Can we go to Macaroni Joe's?.

There is an inch of dust

covering my whole kitchen.

- We can go anywhere.

- Yeah!

I'm having a hair crisis.

But it Iooks the same as always.

Thanks. Thanks a Iot.

He's home!

- Dad.

- Hey.

Daddy!

Boing!

Did you crunch the numbers, Dad?.

Well, today they kind of

crunched me back.

But I got you a Iittle surprise.

Why don't you and Beez

go outside and share those...

and I' talk to your mom for a minute, okay?.

- Let's go.

- Thank you.

Something's wrong.

They let three people go last week.

How can you tell?.

Cause they're whispering.

Did I do something wrong?.

No.

Not this time.

But something tells me

that we're not going to Macaroni Joe's.

Hey, you got more red ones.

right. Take a few more.

Remember how I taught you to eat them.

- Bite the head off first?.

- Yep.

It's more humane that way.

You don't deserve to be downsized.

"Downsized"?. What's that mean?.

Well, um...

it means the storage company

was bought by a bigger one...

and a Iot of people were Iet go,

including Dad.

The good news is

I called Dr. Perry's office...

and she has some part-time work

for me again...

so that should tide us over

for a Iittle while, at Ieast.

Don't worry. I will find a job.

But in the meantime...

I got a Iittle extra time

to spend with my girls.

Right?.

- Right?.

- Right.

- Okay.

- Right.

You realize we're gonna be poor now, right?.

No, we're not.

- Are we?.

- Have you seen how many bills they get?.

It's insane.

Everything costs money, even water.

Well, Mom's gonna make money.

And Dad, he' be with us.

That part's fun.

Well, get ready for another year

in hand-me-down heaven.

Hey, Iights out, my Iovelies.

Sweet dreams.

Beezus?.

It's sort of scary

having a hole in the house...

don't you think?.

- Beezus.

- Shh. I'm trying to sleep.

Beezus, did you hear that growling?.

It's probablyjust your stomach, doofus.

Unless...

Unless it's something...

else.

Beezus, stop it.

- Like a ferocious, hungry...

- Stop!

slithering beast that feeds

on pests with bad report cards.

You're too easy.

Beezus, it's not funny.

I thought it was.

Bring it up.

Let me get a pen, write it down.

- Both girls get carrots and sandwiches.

- Okay.

Beezus wants hers in a Ziploc,

and Ramona insists on having tin foil.

She claims it affects the taste, but I think

she just Iikes making sculptures with it.

What else?. Ramona wants

a hard-boiled egg if we have any.

Think fast.

ease tell me you're

gonna remember all this.

Look at me, fully domesticated.

I've Iined up Mrs. Kemp

to watch Roberta at noon.

- you have to do is go nail this interview today.

- How do I Iook?.

- I'd give you the job.

- Really?

I'd take it.

Ramona, did I ever

show you the proper way...

to crack a hard-boiled egg?.

You are so weird.

A guy's gotta get his

protein somehow.

See, I got this stuff down.

Hey, Ramona, wait up!

- Bye, Dad!

- Bye-bye!

Nice doodles.

They're not doodles. They're sketches.

My dad's extremely sketchy.

Is everyone in their seats?

I'm about to round the corner.

And good morning.

I trust you all survived the weekend

with most of your Iimbs intact.

It's time we tackle our class reports.

Tell us about something

special in your life...

using at Ieast one word

from our vocabulary Iist.

This is my ballet tiara.

This is a saddle for riding camels.

It's special to me

because I'm going to wear my tiara...

when I audition for the part of the princess

in the Royal Peanut Butter commercials.

And it's special because

my Uncle Hobart gave it to me.

I think I'd be extraordinary in the role.

E-X-T-R-A-O-R-D-I-N-A-R-Y.

And he travels all over the world...

taking pictures of animals

in their natural habitat.

H-A-B-I-T-A-T.

Extraordinary.

That's when you take something... ordinary...

and give it a Iittle extra.

- So, does anybody wanna sit on it?.

- Yeah!

- Okay, Ramona, Iet's hear it.

- Why, thank you, Mrs. Meacham..

Mute button. Mute button.

What am I doing?. I'm muting you.

Ramona, go on.

Well, the most special thing in my Iife...

is that some nice workmen in blue helmets...

came to my house this week-

and chopped a great big hole in it.

But, But they did.

It was so big,

I could see all of Portland.

Howie knows.

Howie came and jumped through the hole.

He did.

That's enough now.

I think the hole's in her head.

- Show's over, Ramona.

- She's such a liar.

- Mrs. Meacham, I'm not Iying.

- Take your seat.

Go ahead. Take your seat. The purpose

of this exercise is not to entertain us.

No embellishments, please.

Now, who would Iike to go next?. Hands?.

You saw them chop the hole in my house.

Actually, no. They pried it with crowbars.

Technically, they pried it.

That's what I meant.

Now Mrs. Meacham thinks I'm a Iiar...

and she's gonna tell my mom and dad

I'm a big troublemaker tonight.

Well, you are sometimes.

I mean, technically, you are.

Maybe you should technically Iook

for a new best friend.

Hey! How you doing there, chief?.

Who's your girlfriend?.

G- I'm not his girlfriend.

She's not my girlfriend.

She's Ramona, and she Iives over there.

Ramona.

Wait a second.

Ramona Quimby?. Huh.

Hey, I'm Hobart. I'm Howie's favorite uncle.

No? Oh. Sorry.

Yeah. We all heard about it.

Oh, really?. Well, how's that beautiful

Aunt Beatrice of yours doing?.

You be sure to tell her I'd love to catch up,

all right?

Hey, Howie, how'd the saddle work out?

Did you get an "A "?

Dad? Does Aunt Bea really know

some weird guy named Hobart?

Hobart?. That's a name

I haven't heard in quite a while.

Yeah, they were high school sweethearts,

old Hobart and Bea.

Him?. But he's not even her type.

And what would that type be?.

Perfect.

Oh, I'm afraid to Iook.

Bills, bills, bills.

It never ends, Pickle.

Did you get the job today?.

- Well, I didn't get this one.

- Oh.

'Cause I was thinking.

I've got the perfect job.

- What?.

- You should be a fireman.

Oh. Yeah?.

Yes. You would save people's Iives...

and climb gigantic Iadders.

And if it was a night alarm...

you would get to put your fire suit on

over your pajamas.

- Whoa.

- It's true, Dad. I took a field trip.

Well, I wanna work in my pajamas...

but I think you're overestimating

my job skills a Iittle bit.

I'm not that versatile.

- Dad.

- What?.

I think you can do anything. Don't you?.

Well...

Hi! I'm home!

We need to be there by 5:.00, honey.

I've heard those parent-teacher meetings

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