Big Page #2

Work! Work!

Neat!

Make my wish. Right.

I wish I were big.

"Your wish is granted."

Somebody's gonna get you!

Come on. Go! Come on!

What's the matter?

Oh, no. Oh, no, no.

No.

Honey, you'll wake up

your brother.

Shh. Come on. Come on.

You sleep with us.

Easy, doggie! Easy!

Don't make me do it.

I'm only part-time. Sorry.

Josh!

Josh!

Josh!

What?

It's 7:
30. Are you up?

Come on, sleepyhead!

You're gonna miss the bus,

and I can't drive you today.

What does he do

in his sleep?

Honey? I put out

some clean clothes.

Bring down your dungarees

and stuff for the laundry, okay?

- Okay.

- You getting a cold, Josh?

No. Fine.

He's got a cold.

Now Rachel's gonna get a cold,

I'm gonna get a cold,

his father's gonna get a cold.

Oh, my God.

Breakfast is ready, Josh.

Be right there!

Josh! Hurry up!

Your eggs are getting cold.

Hold this. Hold this.

Good. Now, can you

keep it a secret?

Yeah. Keep it a secret.

Bring down Rachel

with you, all right?

Okay.

Come on. Come on.

Oh, yeah. Shh, shh, shh.

Quiet, quiet, quiet, quiet, quiet.

You want orange juice or--

What about your breakfast?

# Pardon me, boys

Is that the Chattanooga

choo-choo #

# Track 29 #

# Choo, choo, choo ##

Don't. Please, don't!

Don't! Please!

Oh, I'm sorry. Sorry.

No!

It's me.

It's Josh. Mom! Mom.

Stop it! Oh, God!

I made a wish last night.

Oh, please, stop!

I turned into a grown-up.

I made this wish on the machine.

Go away!

It turned me into a grown-up.

Last night at the carnival.

No! No!

My birthday's November 3.

Mom, I got a "B" on my history test.

Here, take the purse.

You can have anything

that's in it! Go away!

M-M-M-My baseball team

is called the Dukes!

Uh, I made this for you.

Who are you calling?

I have a birthmark

behind my left knee!

- You bastard.

What did you do to my son?

- I am your son, Mom.

- Where is my child?

Where is my son?

- Oh, Ma! Ma! Ma!

Police!

Hands up!

Hands up on defense!

Come on! All the way.

All the way.

It's all yours!

All right, stop!

I'm open! Here! I'm open!

Shoot it! Yeah!

Gentlemen, this period is over.

- You stink, Kopecki!

- Get back to the locker rooms

and get on to your next class.

- Billy, you stink!

Wash shirts and shorts.

Billy, do us both a favor.

Put the balls in the equipment closet

and you practice your layup.

Horowitz, pick up that shirt

or I'll make you eat it. It stinks!

Let's go, gentlemen.

Hey, let's go now.

Billy.

Yeah?

What?

It's me.

- It's Josh.

- Coach Barnes!

No! Wait a minute!

Wait a minute!

Coach Barnes!

Billy, shut up!

I'm your best friend!

Please, you gotta believe me.

Don't hurt me.

I'll prove it to you.

Billy, please!

Look, I'm not gonna hurt you!

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