Mariah Carey's All I Want for Christmas Is You Page #3

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(HORN HONKS)

Dad's got the tree!

Brett...

Close the door, dude.

(LAUGHTER)

MARIAH:
I had to give it to Grandma.

She knew how to work it.

She really made

a case for Princess.

You can't use the dog

allergy excuse this time.

Ahhh! Mom!

You heard me.

The dog's hypoallergenetic,

or whatever they call it.

Oh, Brett, sweetie...

Let's not do tinsel.

It's so...

ALL:
Tacky.

And you can't say

she hasn't earned a pet.

She's so responsible

and thoughtful.

Does her chores and everybody

else's chores, too.

(GIGGLES) Ouch!

Top of her class,

soloing in the choir.

Model United Nations

representative.

Mrs. Reyes better

elect her Model UN president.

Oh! I so hope

that she gets it.

What does Mariah hope for?

These are Mariah's goals.

Maybe 'cause someone

told her they should be.

BUD:
Ow!

Ma!

Lucy, all her accomplishments could fall

apart with a distraction like a pet.

What's wrong with a distraction?

She needs to be a little girl.

She doesn't know

what she'd be taking on.

Uh, Bud, that garland's

upside down.

(SIGHS)

And when she finds out

she's in over her head,

I'll be the one

taking care of a mutt.

It's time to put

the topper on the tree.

I've got that totally covered.

Daddy.

BUD:
Up you go, Supergirl.

(GASPS)

(MARIAH GIGGLES)

Isn't she the most beautiful

dog you've ever seen?

Where are you going?

I got to get ready to take

my brother to the airport.

Oh, I have something

for Uncle Reg.

I made him a potholder.

Hmm.

Yeah, that's very

thoughtful of you, Mariah.

I'm sure he'll treasure it.

(HUMMING SOFTLY)

What do you call that thing?

It's not a thing.

She's a dog.

I asked Santa for her.

MARIAH:
Well, a lot of good

that had done me in the past,

but I was still hoping that somehow

Santa would get it right this time.

Her name is Princess,

and she's a poochon.

A "poo-chon"?

(LAUGHING)

MARIAH:
Such a loving and

supportive little brother.

(SIGHING)

Dopey, it means

part poodle and bichon.

And she's perfectly perfect.

BRETT:
Oh, look,

now she's part pug.

Brett...

(CONTINUES LAUGHING)

(SIGHS)

You're such a clown.

Jealous.

Priceless.

I can help, Mariah.

No, thanks, Beth.

You're scared I'll mess her up.

No, I'm not. It's just...

I'm done. There.

MARIAH:
Daddy could

never say no to me.

Look, Daddy!

MARIAH:
But he always figured out

a way to do it without saying it,

especially when

it came to a dog.

Possible.

Maybe, maybe not.

I'll get back to you on that.

I'll have to discuss

that with your mother.

You'll have to take

that up with Santa.

MARIAH:
But this Christmas

was his best yet.

He really pulled

a fast one on me.

(LUCY HUMMING)

I can wrap some

of yours, Mariah.

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