A Firehouse Christmas Page #4

Ok.

Know your place, rookie.

So, many of us are

wondering,

why did you write a book

on marriage,

considering you are divorced?

What makes you the expert?

I'd like to hear this.

I'm just gonna check

your heartbeat.

You know, when one reaches

for Olympic gold

it starts as a dream.

Then you wake up at 3am

every single day

and you practice for five hours.

You take a lunch break and

practice for another five hours.

Working on your axel

and your lutz,

and when you fall

you get right up

and you try again

and again until it's perfect.

Mary, that sounds like a lot

of work for a young child.

Yes, it was.

But that's what it takes.

So you applied your time

on the ice to marriage?

When I realized what I went

through training

for the Olympics could also be

applied to a relationship,

the lightbulb went off.

I know the mistakes

that were made,

and how Tom and I can change

for love.

Tom?

I didn't give Tom enough

time to mature sufficiently

as both a husband and a father

for our daughter.

True love prevails.

True love?

Jenny...

I love Tom, and deep in my heart

I know that he still loves me.

Jenny!

Tom and I are working on

things using the techniques

that I laid out in my book

to help solve

our past differences.

America's sweethearts.

Back together again.

Yes, we are, aren't we?

Jenny!

I'm so sorry.

You know what?

I'm gonna step out

for some fresh air.

Yeah.

Hey.

Hi mom.

Yes, I got your text.

I've been busy.

Sorry I didn't reply.

Look, I will work on getting

you the book

but no promises, alright?

Because she's the ex-wife

of my boyfriend.

Yeah, that's weird.

There's a fire.

Mom, I gotta go.

Come on!

I told you not to plug

into the Christmas lights.

It's too much power.

You call yourselves

professional.

I'm calling dad.

I'm gonna go get ready

for the Christmas special.

Good luck.

Woah, woah, woah.

No, no!

Wait, wait, wait!

Stop! Stop! Stop!

You're-you'll ruin it!

Stop! Stop!

No, no, no!

Stop! You're gonna ruin it!

No!

Sorry?

What're you doing?

What're you doing?

What are you doing?

Wait 'til I talk

to Chief Taylor.

Heads are gonna roll!

Woah, so cool!

Let's pack it up.

Hey, Jenny.

Hey.

What's that?

That is the pressure gauge.

The Duke?

What's that?

That is the name

of our truck.

Couldn't you name the fire

truck maybe a girl's name?

Like Missy or Charlotte or...

Or Sadie?

Yeah.

Judge Willis.

Hi, how are you?

Good.

Wanna cool off?

What's up?

They act like I don't know.

Always having secret meetings.

Why couldn't they just

figure it out already?

Well, sometimes adults

have different views.

They need somebody

to mediate.

Like be the boss?

Like a judge.

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