Hannah Montana: One in a Million Page #3

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And l rpect that.

Really? So why did you write

''please, please tell me''

in little tiny piec of bacon?

'Cause the full strips

would've taken up all the room. Duh.

Sorry, honey,

this just isn't your fight.

- You're gonna have to stay out of it.

- Get your own darn breakfast.

Fine. Woman insists on paying half the

check and won't take no for an answer.

- lt's ridiculous.

- That's why you're mad?

l said l'm not talking about it.

Man tri to be a gentleman

and suddenly he's a caveman.

That's what y'all were upset about?

Both of you wanted to pay the check?

This is so awome!

l've got to go tell Lilly!

And, Daddy, you might want

to get the shells out of there.

l like my eggs extra crunchy.

Caveman.

She's the one that slapped

down that card so fast,

it got meat juice

all over my puffy shirt.

- Lilly! l found out everything!

- l know!

l can't believe they fought

over something so stupid.

l know. Now we can still be sisters.

Yeah. All your dad has to do is

apologize for not letting my mom pay.

Uptight momma's daughter say what?

l said your dad just has to apologize.

For what? Being a gentleman?

Your mother needs to apologize.

For what? Asserting her independence?

Well, she asserted it all over

my daddy's little puffy shirt.

- Well, he was being pigheaded!

- He was being polite.

Haven't you ever heard of Southern

hospitality? Now get off my land!

(gasps)

There, Rico.

That's the last of the sand. Happy?

Something don't look right, Jackson.

But what? What could it be?

- Oh, no.

- Oh, y.

The new sand do not please me.

Put it all back.

- l spent two hours...

- Unls you admit

that you can't take what you dish out.

Never.

Hold up, Jackson.

Let me help you with that.

Oh, wait, l don't help anybody

because l'm (rolls ''r'') Rico.

- Oh, so you're Rico?

- Uh, yeah.

- l'm enjoying every minute of it.

- Yeah?

l'm gonna enjoy every minute

of pounding your face in.

- What?

- You picked on my brother

- for the last time.

- What little brother?

Oh, you remember, don't you, Rico?

The kid with the unibrow very similar

to this handsome gentleman.

l believe you called it

an ''ay-ay-eyebrow.''

- What did you do?

- Me?

l'm not the one who said ''bring it on''

when the kid told you

his big brother

was gonna beat you up Sunday at noon.

Oh. Well, look at that. Right on time.

Wait a minute.

He set me up. He's Rico.

You just love picking on little kids,

don't you?

- lt's true. He's a bad man.

- (fabric rips)

(Jackson) Look out! Move, move, move.

Wah! (Jackson grunts)

Nobody do Rico like Rico.

(cackl)

And then she was like... (scoffs)

And then l was like, ''What?'' Chicks.

Hi, Oliver.

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