Ramona And Beezus

My name 's Ramona Q.

I'm nine and three months, and no matter

what my sister Beezus tells you...

I'm not a pest.

My dad says I just have an overactive

imagination, which does come in handy.

It makes the fun parts funner

and the scary parts scarier.

And frankly, it's good

to scare yourself once in a while,

'cause if you can't be brave at recess,

how can you do it when it really counts?

Okay, stay with me! You can do it, Ramona!

I'll never make it, Howie! Whoa!

Howie, Howie.

That's my echo off the canyon,

canyon, canyon.

Don't psych yourself out, Ramona!

Just don't Iook down!

It's too far!

Far! Far! Far! Far!

Howie, help!

Mrs. Meacham?.

Uh, Ramona's kind of hung up.

Help, please!

Quiet, face front.

Help!

Eyes forward, lock it down.

Ramona Quimby, get down from there!

This isn't a circus!

You should have seen it

through a window! It was awesome!

You looked like a pinata!

Well, obviously without all the candy.

It made me really dizzy,

yet I wanna do it again.

Race you home, mudball!

- I won!

- See you tomorrow!

Bye, Howie!

Excuse me.

Ramona!

Be more careful with Willa Jean!

- Huh?

- She's younger than you are.

Willa Jean, come to Grammy.

Mom, Iook it! I taught Roberta

how to stick out her tongue!

That's great, sweetie!

Now I can cancel the private tutor.

Next, can you teach her

how to change her own diaper?.

Could you set the table, please, Ramona?

And add another plate for Aunt Bea.

She's coming by Iater for dessert.

- So five altogether?.

- Yep.

I was about to do that.

Hmm. Being about to do it and doing it.

Mom! Beezus is acting all French again.

Dad's home!

Daddy!

Prepare for impact!

- Hi, honey!

- Dad!

Hey! How are my beautiful girls?.

Mwah!

- Did you crunch the numbers, Dad?.

- You bet I did, Pickle.

- I crunched them good. Real good.

-

- The whole darn day.

-

I don't think you got dirty enough today,

Ramona.

Well, there's always tomorrow.

- Mwah!

- I' Iet you two catch up.

There's my Iittle girl.

My Iittle bowling ball with Iegs.

-

- Sorry about that, Icky Sticky.

Dad, it's Picky Picky.

- When are you ever gonna Iearn

his real name?.

- When he Iearns mine.

So, Beezus, suppose I told you that when l

pulled up in front of the house tonight...

I saw your old buddy Henry staring at it Iike

he Ieft something important inside.

Henry Huggins?

I haven 't heard that name in a while.

Isn't he the boy

that used to eat dirt in the backyard?.

- Yeah.

- He doesn't do that anymore.

Ooh. If I didn't know better,

I'd say somebody has a crush.

- Ooh-ooh!

- Can we please talk about something else?.

- Nope.

- There is that dance.

Maybe he wants to ask you to it.

Well, if he's gonna ask my girl to a dance,

he'd better have some moves.

Can the old dirt-eater do this?.

Ooh-hoo, whoo-hoo!

Oh, I hope not. Stop.

Mom!

What do we got here? Note from the bank.

It could be Ioan papers for the addition.

- Hope they don't expect us to pay it back.

- Well, banks are funny that way.

What do we got here?.

"To the Parents of Beatrice Quimby."

Could this be the latest report card?

"Beatrice Quimby gets in fights...

"steals from the vending machines,

counterfeits hall passes.

- Wait. Let me see.

- We recommend juvenile prison. "

We're so proud of you.

It's not funny.

So, Ramona, Beatrice has her report card.

Doesn't that mean-

I don't know- you should have one too?.

That old thing?.

Yeah, that old thing.

Where would that old thing happen to be?.

- That's a good place for it.

- Yeah, wouldn't want it to spoil.

"Ramona is a bright young student"-

That's my girl. "... but Iacks focus...

"often daydreams,

disputes the need to spell words correctly...

"and has very little respect

for the rules of grammar...

or rules in general."

Why would she write this, Ramona?

Because... she's no fun.

- That is no excuse.

- But it's true.

She makes us all use

the same words from the same Iist.

And when I try to be original,

she just shoots me down.

Like when I invented the word "terrifical."

She goes, "Ramona, that's not a word."

And I say, "It's a Iot funner word to say."

She goes, "Funner isn't a word either."

What kind ofteacher is that?

She can't tell kids not to invent words.

She's not the president of the world.

You butt out, Beezus.

Ramona, Mrs. Meacham is your teacher.

- You need to Iisten to her.

- And she's not that bad.

She was fair with me when I was your age.

Yeah, well-

Everybody Ioves Beezus...

and everybody hates me!

Okay.

- Why are you Iaughing?.

- We're not Iaughing, sweetie.

I'm gonna say a bad word.

- You are?.

- Mm-hmm.

A really bad one.

Well, ifyou feel the need to get one

out ofyour system, then go ahead.

- Guts!

-

- Guts, guts, guts!

-

- "G" word.

- That's your idea of a bad word, Ramona?.

Honey, I 'm sorry we Iaughed.

Hey.

What's she done?.

guts!

Hey, babe. How's the air up there?.

Hey, babe. How's the air up there?.

Hi, Aunt Bea.

Aw, you can do better than that.

- Where's the Iove?. Honk, honk.

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