Ramona And Beezus Page #2

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I thought I'd find you here.

That was a fine job you did

on the toothpaste.

You must have a really strong grip.

Oh!

Let me see those calluses.

Oh, yeah.

that time on the jungle gym

sure is paying off.

Did that one get bigger?.

Tremendous. Trophy size.

You know...

I was a younger sister, too, once. Still am.

No matter how old I get,

I' always be younger.

It's no fair, Aunt Bea.

I never do anything as good as Beezus.

- And Roberta, if she burps, it's adorable.

- Hmm.

Last week,

she poured applesauce on her head...

- and Dad stopped to take pictures.

- Oh!

I mean, when it's my turn to do stuff...

nobody even cares.

Well, it's impossible to compete

with pouring food on your head.

Why do we even bother?.

You know what?. I bet it would be nice...

to have something of your own for once.

Like my own room?.

Maybe just something small...

you could always have with you.

Go ahead. Open it.

I found that picture the other day...

and I realized I was exactly your age,

so I wanted you to have it.

- That's you?.

- Yeah.

There's room for another if you wanna

give that Iittle girl some company.

- Thank you, Aunt Bea.

- Mm-hmm.

I want you to know...

that you will always have me around.

You okay?.

I gotcha.

Mmm. I gotcha.

Bring it up!

Beezus, wake up!

Beezus, come on.

To the right.

Check it out, man.

Ramona!

Control tower, we 've reached 30, 000 feet.

Ramona, you are clear for airdrop.

- This is the best day ever!

- Whoo-hoo!

Yeah. I wish we had a hole in our house.

Hey, Ramona, Iet's make a deal.

If you can settle down for a few hours,

I' see if Dad can take us out to dinner.

Really?.

Can we go to Macaroni Joe's?.

There is an inch of dust

covering my whole kitchen.

- We can go anywhere.

- Yeah!

I'm having a hair crisis.

But it Iooks the same as always.

Thanks. Thanks a Iot.

He's home!

- Dad.

- Hey.

Daddy!

Boing!

Did you crunch the numbers, Dad?.

Well, today they kind of

crunched me back.

But I got you a Iittle surprise.

Why don't you and Beez

go outside and share those...

and I' talk to your mom for a minute, okay?.

- Let's go.

- Thank you.

Something's wrong.

They let three people go last week.

How can you tell?.

Cause they're whispering.

Did I do something wrong?.

No.

Not this time.

But something tells me

that we're not going to Macaroni Joe's.

Hey, you got more red ones.

right. Take a few more.

Remember how I taught you to eat them.

- Bite the head off first?.

- Yep.

It's more humane that way.

You don't deserve to be downsized.

"Downsized"?. What's that mean?.

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