Aliens In The Attic Page #2

That's why it's up to you, Thomas.

You gotta defend your family honor,

like a man.

I call it the Punisher.

- Your dad bought you this?

- Perks of divorce.

Never underestimate the power

of a grown man's guilt.

If we even mention Mom,

Nate drives us straight to the mall.

She's all yours.

Don't be a wuss all your life.

I don't know, man.

Take a look at that guy.

- Do you really want Ricky as your

brother-in-law? - Waah, waah.

Heck, no.

Then let's go prune the family tree.

I had so much fun last night, Ricky.

Oh, yeah? Well, you know,

that's just the beginning.

Man, the sun off the water and...

this lightweight cotton...

is... so... constricting.

I hate cotton.

Mind helping me with the lotion, babe?

I'm thinking shooting my sister's

boyfriend isn't the best idea.

This isn't about ideas. This is about action.

Don't think. Do.

I can't believe I'm even listening to you.

You're dressed like a shrub.

-Just a little on my chest.

- Target is on the move.

- Take him out before he reaches 2nd base.

- Nah. I don't think that--

- Why did you do that?

- Shut up. You'll compromise our position.

Oh, my God. She saw us.

What do we do? What do we do?

Camo mode. Hunker down and blend.

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

- You shot my boyfriend.

"Sorry" doesn't even touch that.

When, Tom?

When are you gonna grow up

and stop being a total embarrassment?

And that's why we use camo.

Shut up, Jake.

Are you gonna be okay?

I don't know what you were thinking.

I really don't.

- Yeah, I'm gonna be all right.

- A paintball gun.

- This was a good idea though,

Miss Smarty-Pants.

- That's a gateway gun.

How about what's next?

B.B.? Pellet?

Stun? What am I gonna do? What do you

think I should do? I don't know what to do.

Can't you keep him in his room

for the rest of the week?

- But it wasn't even me. - Okay, you boys

are just lucky that Ricky wasn't badly hurt.

It's okay, Mr. P.

I was a little kid once too.

Oh, that's nice, Ricky.

Thank you. He's a good guy.

He's a good guy.

But, no, I'm not okay with this.

Look, we're up here to fish,

not to hunt your sister's boyfriend, all right?

You could have put his eye out.

Would that have been funny? I don't think so.

All right, let's start over with a clean slate.

Tomorrow, we fish.

- 7:
00 a.m. sharp.

- 7:
00?

- You're kidding.

- Pass. Nate?

Yeah, Stu. Don't you think that's a little early?

How about this?

Way to crack the whip, Nate.

Way to crack the whip.

Stu. Stu.

Natey, the TV's gone haywire.

Stu, TV's gone haywire!

Mom. Mom, stop it. It's probably the dish.

After the storm,

I'll climb up on the roof and fix it.

Hey, wait a second, Mr. P.

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