Adventures in Babysitting Page #2

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Look, I know it's short notice,

but I just scored great tickets

for the Psychic Rockets concert tonight,

and I was wondering...

Awesome. I love that band.

But I hate concerts,

'cause they're so juvenile.

Sorry, Zeke. Not interested. Bye.

Stalkers. What's a girl to do?

Wait, you're still writing?

Uh, Officer, I can't get another ticket.

My parents said if I got

another parking ticket,

- I would lose my car keys.

- Sorry. I'm a rookie.

Can't break the rules.

I'm sure a smart girl like you

can find a way to pay her own tickets.

Have a nice day.

Thanks.

Eighty bucks?

Where am I gonna get 80 bucks?

Hello.

Jenny, hi, it's me again.

I'm desperate for a babysitter.

My awards gala is in two hours,

and I am the guest of honor.

Are you sure you don't know anybody

who can babysit?

I'll pay double.

Of course.

My good friend Lola is very responsible.

- I'll send her over.

- Great.

- Bye.

- Bye.

Hey, Zac.

Dirty tires, as requested.

Sorry. We're closed.

Come on, let's go.

Yes, of course.

My mom's going to some party tonight.

Dude, I said I'm in.

Pick me up in 30

and don't honk the horn this time.

Trey Anderson.

Mom! A little privacy.

Kids who spend over $200

on apps without permission

don't get privacy, or phones, or tablets.

You forgot to cut off my air supply.

Oh, that can be arranged.

Look, we're leaving for the gala soon,

so please, be nice to the babysitter.

Wait, Jenny's coming?

No. Ugh. One of Jenny's friends.

And you need to shape up, Trey.

At this rate, you'll never be

responsible enough to babysit.

Promise?

Bobby Anderson, what

have you done to my kitchen?

It's called baking.

Mom!

Dad promised to take me.

The Sirens are playing the Belles.

I'm sorry, honey.

I got the dates mixed up.

It's not every day your mother's research

is honored by

the National Science Foundation.

Dad will take you to the next derby.

- We promise.

- We promise.

- Can you get our coats?

- Yes.

Mom, you promised

to taste my frosting.

In a minute.

I guess everyone in this family

breaks promises.

Come on, Roller Derby's lame.

You're lame!

Guys, don't start.

Hurry.

Jenny will be here any minute.

Ta-da!

Okay, bumblebee, I can't decide

if I would rather lose feeling

in my toes or my heels.

I told you to go

with the strappy sandals.

Excuse me, young lady.

What are you wearing?

- Lipstick.

- No. Do not be cute.

Those earrings

are very expensive, sweetie.

They're one of a kind.

But Mommy, everyone knows

diamonds are a must

with evening casual.

Off. Now.

If my sister can shave her head,

I should be able to wear diamonds.

What?

Emily Cooper,

what are you doing?

You little tattletale!

You don't have the right head shape

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