2012 Page #2

...which predicts

the end of time to occur...

...on the 21st of December

of this year...

...due to the Sun's

destructive forces.

Thank you, Mark.

Strangely enough,

scientific records do support the fact...

...that we are heading for the biggest

solar climax in recorded history.

Well, yes.

Apparently many people believe

that the Mayan calendar predicts...

...that there's supposed

to be a galactic alignment...

I'm a dead man.

I'm a dead man. I'm a dead man.

...it's the end of the world in 2012.

Goddamn it.

Hey, Kate. I'm practically

on the freeway right now.

Yes, I'm hurtling toward you

as we speak.

Will you relax?

Yeah, I'll be there any second.

You know it's a vacation

and not a doctor's appointment, right?

That it's supposed to be fun?

You remember fun, don't you, Kate?

Do you remember where you were

when it stopped being fun for you?

Yeah. I got it.

Bug spray? Oh, yeah, because

it's mosquito season in Yellowstone.

I got a whole bunch. Okay, I gotta go,

because I'm in a bad-reception area.

Whoa, man.

Would you look at that?

Sick.

Merrill, I told you.

We have to move back

to Wisconsin.

Yeah, but these little mini-quakes

are really getting on my nerves.

A little surface crack? You're not

gonna be inconvenienced by that.

Right, surface cracks.

I got a plastic surgeon for that.

Thank God for those shake-proof

coffee mugs, Lisa.

They show the true nature

of us Californians.

We'll not bow to these inconvenient

things like surface cracks.

If you have a funny mini-quake story

and wanna share it, call 555-1070...

- Hi, Daddy.

- Hi, baby.

- How are you, sweetie?

- Good.

Jackson, what is this?

Please don't call me that.

I'm your dad.

Come on.

You're taking them camping

in a limo?

Okay, great.

What happened to your temp job?

Oh, you know, better hours,

more time to write.

What about sleeping? Have you

been doing any of that lately?

I've said it a thousand times, no lipo

on Fridays. It's too messy. Hold on.

- Morning, Jackson.

- Hi.

- Nice ride.

- Thanks.

Guys, have a nice trip.

Remember, watch out for the bears.

You know, they're:

Bye, Gordon.

- Love you, honey.

- Bye.

- Okay, so, Lil... Oh, yeah.

- You tell him.

Tell me what?

She needs to put these on

before she goes to sleep.

- Still?

- Yes.

Your 7-year-old still wets her bed.

That's something you should know.

- I love you.

- Love you, Mom.

- Hey.

- You okay?

They've been looking forward

to spending time with you.

I know.

- So don't be on your computer.

- Got it.

Love you.

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