Beethoven's 4th

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Rise and shine!

Honey, 6:
45. Wow!

Oh, God.

It makes me look fat, doesn't it?

No, it makes you

look great.

- Really? Thank you, honey.

- Really.

Rise and shine.

Rise and shine.

Brennan. Time to get up.

- Brennan, look out!

- Huh! What happened?

Sorry.

Thought it was an earthquake.

First day of school, guy.

You know, Dad. I reviewed all

my classes last night on-line.

I could practically do the entire

seventh grade from my desk...

without actually ever

having to go to school.

- Wow.

- So, can I?

- Sure.

- Really?

When pigs fly!

- Morning, Daddy.

- Morning, honey. Nervous?

Nope. One sandwich, lettuce

and avocado, mustard only.

Sliced apple,

three cookies, a Jell-O,

string cheese,

a spoon and a napkin.

- And a blue ice block.

- What are you talking about?

- My lunch, Dad.

- Lunch. Right.

- Okay. Got it.

- Dad, relax.

Don't freak out on

your first Mr. Mom day.

- Oh.

- Lunches are easy.

I'll help you.

You'll get the hang of it. Go on.

- Go on.

- Okay.

Oh, no. Beethoven!

Oh, no.

Not again.

Honey, don't use the...

Who took the toilet seat?

Oh! Oh! Beethoven!

Come on, kids.

Let's go.

- See you, Beethoven. Take care of Dad.

- Bye, Beethoven.

- Brennan, you want to start the car?

- Yeah. Later, Dad.

- Bye, Dad.

- Bye, guys. Good luck.

Honey, you look great.

They're gonna love you.

Honey, don't forget.

- It's only till George comes back from Europe.

- I know.

But it just seems so unfair

that he's staying with us...

when there's so many skiers in

the Alps he could be rescuing.

Okay, wish me luck.

Good luck, but you're

not gonna need it.

Ohh! Aah!

- Ohh!

- Huh? Ugh.

Oh! You are

sleeping outside...

from now until eternity!

Splendid, splendid.

But you missed a spot.

Sorry, Mr. Simmons.

Yes, I should think so too.

Ah, Michelangelo.

Wakey, wakey.

It's breakfast time,

my lad.

What have we got?

Eggs and "bakie"? Ooh, not quite.

Vegetarian breakfast,

as usual.

There we are.

Lovely.

All done?

Eww.

- Morning, Dad.

- Morning, honey.

- Push enter.

- Enter?

Oh. Duh.

Thanks, honey.

It's a new portable modem.

Neat, huh?

- Yeah, Dad.

- All right. I'm hot.

I am very excited. I'm gonna

tell the design guys about this!

Dad, wait!

Dad! Dad, wait!

Dad!

Dad!

Wait.

Your socks don't match.

Oh. Well, when you own the company,

nobody mentions it.

But, Dad!

You said you'd push me

on my roller blades today. Remember?

Ohh! No.

I said tomorrow.

Yeah, but you

said that yesterday.

Good morning sir.

Microsedge stock is up 3 and 1/8th.

All right. That's good.

That's good.

Simmons, you hold down the fort

while I'm off making more millions.

As usual, sir.

Oh, no. Mr. Sedg...

Oh, no! Mr. Sedgwick!

I'm ready.

Morning, Michelangelo.

- Morning, Miss Sedgwick.

- Morning, Simmons.

Hey, good boy.

Here you go.

- I know you like it.

- Oh, no, please!

Miss Madison, no meat products.

You'll give him gas.

And that would be

most unpleasant.

Don't tempt Michelangelo,

Madison.

You know what his psychic

nutritionist said about bacon.

- One piece. She'll never know.

- She knows already.

Oh, I love breakfast!

I'll tell you, Simmons.

Buying Sedgefood. com

was the best thing Reg ever did.

Oh, yes, madam.

Convenience above all.

Mom, aren't you gonna have

some real breakfast?

I can't. I got a nude sit-in

against fur at 10:00.

Any extra weight is gonna be

pretty obvious in my birthday suit.

Simmons, call my attorney.

Have one of his people... a woman...

bail me out around 11:00.

Yes, ma'am.

- Mom, do I get to start riding lessons today?

- Oh, Madison.

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