Freaky Friday Page #2

It's good.

I don't think the name is good.

It should be

the Isle of Whispering Winds.

- It's interesting.

- Helen, please.

No more help.

You just show up

looking beautiful, as usual.

I'll take care of the rest.

Certainly.

Turkey, where you been?

Where have I been?

I've been waiting for hours.

You and me both, kid.

Give me the usual

and shake the lead out.

Well, I got quiz number 2A

about my room.

It's my room.

I should be able to keep it

the way I want to.

All due to

the extraordinary efforts

of this brilliant...

- ingenious...

- Revolting.

I'm afraid that's

not complimentary enough

to the developer, my dear.

Nothing very complimentary

could be said about Annabel.

[Sighs] No wonder they

call it "the terrible teens."

Have you seen

how she dresses lately?

Without her, I don't have

a water show this afternoon.

Would you like to know where

I have to go this afternoon?

To see Mr. Dilk,

the principal at school.

He's asked for a conference

to discuss Annabel's

lack of academic progress.

What do you think of that?

I'm sure

you can handle it, dear.

I'm up to my neck in this.

Thank you.

She's not gonna let me go

to Hilary's.

She says she knows all we do

there is kissing games.

She's also on my back

to get my hair trimmed.

Last time it was trimmed,

they hacked 6 inches off.

I try to be cool, right?

Parents seem to be immune to it.

Sometimes I blow my top.

Yesterday I said to her,

"What are you trying to do?

Change my image?"

She said, "I wouldn't know

where to start."

Chuckle, chuckle.

That's funny.

VIRGINIA:

If it's any comfort to you,

my mom's even rottener

than yours.

Mothers don't understand

what a person goes through.

I'm an individual.

I can't eat what I want,

wear what I want,

keep my hair and nails

the way I want!

Last night we had it out.

"Listen!" I screamed.

I'm not a screamer.

"You're not letting me

have any fun.

You're always pushing me,

telling me what to do.

How come nobody ever gets

to tell you what to do?"

"Annabel," I said.

"When you're grown-up, people

don't tell you what to do.

You have to tell yourself."

Which is sometimes

more difficult.

"Oh, yeah," I said

in this bitter tone.

That always blows her mind.

"Yeah, you can tell yourself

to watch TV all day,

go to lunch with friends,

eat what you want

or go to big parties

or movies with Dad."

"And do the laundry,"

I reminded her.

"And the shopping

and the cooking.

Make things nice for everybody."

Honestly, Bill, that child has

not got a clue about my life.

Not a single clue.

Sounds like a picnic to me.

TOGETHER:
I wish I could

switch places with her

for just one day.

[Mysterious music plays]

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