Charlie: A Toy Story Page #5

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anything else?

Want anything?

Aw, thanks, boy.

That's why I let you

stay inside.

Charlie!

Where's your manners?

I am so sorry.

- He's a hopeless flirt.

- Oh, no worries.

He's adorable.

Now, I don't want to

rush you guys,

but just to let you know,

we close in about 15 minutes.

Wait, it's almost 9:00?

Yes, sir,

it's a quarter 'til.

Oh, your mother

is gonna kill me.

Where did the time go?

Okay.

No, that's not for you.

- Dad?

- Yeah.

Your Wondermation toy box

is really amazing.

Really.

Thanks, buddy.

I knew you

could do it, Dad.

I knew you could make

the awesome-st toy

in the whole world.

Oh, come here.

I never stopped

believing in you.

That means

so much to me.

- No.

Okay, I gotta

get you home.

Hand me your book bag.

Here.

- Come on, come on.

- Okay.

Okay...

Cupcake.

Got everything?

II'

What's this, buddy?

Well, open it already.

You didn't have to...

Oh.

Just believe.

Is this a falling star?

Do you remember

what you told me the time

we saw a falling star

at the lake?

You said,

Look, a falling star!"

And I said, Can I make

a wish?"

- And you said, You know--"

- You know...

I don't think

you need any wishes.

All you have to do...

... just believe in

yourself and never give up.

You'll make your own magic."

And you did, Dad.

You did.

You made

your own magic.

You are the most...

magical thing

I ever helped make.

Oh, your mother.

- Oh, gosh.

- She is going to kill us.

Here, grab your book bag.

You got everything?

I know, Charlie did

so good, didn't he?

I know.

When he took that first step...

I know.

He did so...

Oh...

Looks like you two

had a good, long time.

We did, Mom!

It was so much fun!

We had cupcakes,

and Charlie almost

ate a stuffed cat...

What?

Okay, okay,

slow down, baby.

Listen, why don't you

take your stuff,

go upstairs

and get into bed, pronto.

Chop-Chop

Good night, buddy.

Good night, Dad,

love you!

It's almost 10:
00, Jack.

I know.

We were just

having so much fun

and I just... I lost

track of time.

Okay.

Fine.

I'm glad you guys

had fun,

but you can't just

lose track of time, okay?

And now I've got

an overexcited

ten-year-old boy

hopped up on sugar

at almost 10:
00 at night.

I understand.

I mean, I know, Faith.

I just hate that

I don't get to spend

all the time with

him anymore.

I know.

It's hard on me, too.

Just...

just try, okay?

Just... try to

grow up a little bit.

For Caden.

I mean, you don't have to

grow up entirely.

Just a little bit.

Okay?

Okay.

I could come in.

Help you settle Caden down.

Maybe we could

talk a little bit.

Um...

I can't.

- I'm sorry.

- No, it's...

Not-- not tonight.

See you Wednesday?

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