Wishin' and Hopin' Page #3
- Year:
- 2014
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Hello.
Things had most definitely
Gotten more interesting.
Come in.
Does anyone have a question
for our new student?
Yes, Rosalie?
Are you a communist?
To the girl
with a bow in her hair
ooh
Zhenya Kabokova
Had the kind of frenzied smile
usually reserved
For game show hosts
And was the strangest girl
we'd ever met.
Each day before school,
Her father would walk her to the
entrance singing the same song.
And before he'd leave,
He'd finish the ritual by giving
her a kick to the rear end,
Which she'd pretend to be
surprised by
Every single time.
She also had this bizarre,
tangy odor to her,
Was because she would condition
her hair with mayonnaise,
As apparently did...
Many, many girls
in soviet union.
Then there was the fish.
Day after day,
She'd eat the exact same thing
for lunch.
And I wished in my heart
she could care
Along with
the mayonnaise hair,
She returned to class smelling
like a tuna sandwich.
Given my ring
to the girl with a bow
in her hair
Hey, guys.
Too easy.
Drop it.
Detention, Mr. Flood.
Yes, sister.
Felix Funicello.
Yes, sister?
Mother Filomena wants
to see you in her office.
Come along.
Sit there.
Felix?
Felix.
You may have a seat.
Monsignor Muldoon
has brought you a gift.
Wasn't that nice of him?
How much do you know about the
life of this school's namesake?
Not a lot, monsignor.
Well...
I want you to have this.
And you might find it
very inspirational...
After what
And you might find
that this boy...
could be the perfect...
example...
for you
To emulate.
Oh, yeah?
Oh, yes, monsignor.
Oh, yes, monsignor?
that you'd like to say, Felix?
Nothing?
Felix.
Oh, yeah.
Thank you, monsignor.
You're welcome, son.
Can I go now?
May I go now,
and yes.
You may.
Read the book.
I thought you handled that well.
You don't know
what he's been doing.
Psst.
Felix.
What do you want?
What'd you have to go
to the office for?
I quickly thought,
"What would make her go
completely ape?"
I'm getting a top secret
big award.
For what?
You writing a book?
Make that chapter a mystery.
I'd rather write
a monster story
About an ugly dwarf named Dondi.
You want to borrow my comb
so you can brush your leg hair?
Go eat a hairy bird.
Mademoiselle!
He started it!
Well, I only heard you,
not monsieur.
Go back to your seat.
It says here
he avoided females,
Including his own mother,
And put wood in his bed
every night
To distract himself
from temptations of the flesh.
I don't know why I'm supposed
to be like him.
away their slop pails.
Their slop?
Oh, man.
Hey.
What'd you say
to monsignor Muldoon
To make him give you this
anyways?
Well...
hey, Lonny.
I didn't know you were here.
You gonna have dinner
with us?
Actually, mom,
can he stay the night?
Sure, as long as it's okay
with his mom.
It sure is, Mrs. Funicello.
My old lady says you can keep me
as long as you wanted...
Forever,
as far as she's concerned.
Well, I'm sure
she was just joking.
But I want you boys in bed
by 10:
00.Come on, ma.
Well, come on, Felix.
You got to go to church
in the morning.
But that's no fair.
How come pop never has to go
to church?
Do I have to remind you
pop has a business,
And that business puts food
on the table?
But, ma.
Come on.
You're embarrassing yourself
in front of your friend.
I ain't embarrassed,
Mrs. Funicello.
We fight in my house
all the time.
That's very polite of you,
Lonny,
But we weren't fighting.
We were having a disagreement.
What if we go
to the later mass?
Fine.
Midnight.
When I say, "lights out,"
it's lights out.
Okay, fine.
Swear on a stack of bibles,
Mrs. Funicello.
Hey, tootsie cake.
Look what I got.
What is that?
It's a tree.
No, it's not.
It's a cardboard box.
I thought we'd do something
real special this year.
- Right, Felix?
- Right, pop.
Hey, Lonny.
La
Aluminum or real,
The tree was the first
official sign
That Christmas
You know, it's gonna look
pretty good
Once you get the color wheel
going.
We can do better
than pretty good.
Yeah, by the red reindeer.
Wa
Pop was always big
But that year,
he took extra care
In making sure
everything was perfect.
Put that...
there.
Yeah.
We let them know who's sharp
during the holidays, huh?
Hey, come get me.
Okay, Turdski.
- Knuckle sandwich.
- Hey.
I almost forgot.
Yeah, what do you mean?
Oh, that's mine.
Where'd you get it?
Let's just say I'm robin hood.
I steal from the rich
and give to the poor.
What makes you think
I'm poor, wise guy?
Hey, all I was saying was that
the teachers are the bad guys,
And we're the good guys.
Okay.
Come on.
Your pop's real old,
isn't he?
I guess so...
Older than my ma is.
Did they have to get married?
Why?
I'm just wondering.
My old man had
to marry my old lady
Since my brother
was already in the oven.
How's a woman like an oven?
How?
'Cause you got to heat them
both up
Before you stick
in the meatloaf.
You know,
You're lucky, Felix.
Your old man's real neat.
Mine's out of town all the time
for work,
And I never get to see him.
Lonny's pop
was actually in prison,
But he didn't need to know
I knew that.
You know, you're right.
I am lucky.
Well, I'm getting sleepy.
Good night.
Night, dingle berry.
I'm rubber,
and you're glue.
What ever you say
bounces off of me
And sticks to you.
You sure are rubber,
all right...
for a teeny weeny tootsie roll.
I know you are,
but what am I?
The gate's closed,
no backsies.
If sleeping on wood
Made St. Aloysius
a better person...
Lonny.
I was willing
to give it a try.
Ow.
Don't ask.
Ma and Frances had
To help pop,
Leaving Simone in charge to make
sure we made it to church.
What are those things
in your hair, Simone?
They're splays.
I'm in a modeling show
at G. Fox later today.
Don't let her fool you.
They're transmitters.
Even if I knew who that was,
It still wouldn't be funny.
Lonny didn't
take his eyes off Simone.
He just kept swallowing
like he was thirsty.
Let me help you with that.
She can get it.
Thank you.
Sit down before these
delicious pancakes get cold.
Okay.
- Oh! Oh!
- Got you!
That is not funny!
I told you
I would get you next time.
Oh.
We didn't see Simone again
For the rest of the morning,
So we were left to find
our own way to church.
and go to the movies instead.
No way.
It's all the same.
Jesus... Good,
Satan... Bad,
Never any fun.
But I promised ma.
Oh, well,
okay then, Rosalie.
Hey, cut it out.
I'm sorry, I just get
girls mixed up.
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