Freaky Friday Page #5

the maid of horror or something?

Honor. It's not the wedding.

It's the rehearsal.

Don't they make a big deal

out of the rehearsal,

like all your weird

relatives coming to town?

No, they don't.

There's my Anna Banana!

Give your Grampy Doodle

a big huggy-buggy.

Grandpa, over here.

Oh.

Hey, Gramps.

Don't worry.

I would never let you down.

Just don't cancel

the audition yet.

- I'm gonna talk to my mom.

- All right.

- We're screwed.

- Yep.

Yeah.

"I don't think he knows I exist.

It's stupid to think about him,

but I can't help it."

Jake! Ooh, Jake!

Get out of my room!

Oh! My... my...

Ah! Aaaaah!

She saw it.

I'm gonna check

out those Lakers.

I'm with you.

Mom!

Mom, did you see

what happened to my door?

I spoke to your principal.

What?

Just now on the phone.

Where's my door?

- Privacy is a privilege.

- Where is my door, Mom?

Your door will be

returned to you, Anna,

if and when you can explain...

You give me that door,

or I will kill myself.

Oh!

Can I watch?

- Harry!

- Shut up!

Aaaaah!

I think we can dispense

with the drama.

Maybe you can

calmly explain to me

why you were

in detention twice today.

Okay, I went to detention.

That was

because Stacey Hinkhouse

kept hitting me

with a volleyball.

When is this conflict with

Stacey Hinkhouse going to end?

Never, because she's

an insane, psycho freak.

You'd know that if you paid

a speck of attention.

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