Freaky Friday Page #3

All right, what's going on

out there?

Something really freaky.

ANNABEL:

Wait a minute.

That's not my voice.

That's Mom's voice.

Hey, what's the matter with you?

Good grief.

What am I doing here?

ELLEN:
That's not my voice.

That's Annabel's voice.

Are you okay, Annabel?

Annabel?

You all right, Ellen?

ANNABEL:

Ellen?

Hey, whose foot is that?

That's not my foot.

That's Mom's foot.

ELLEN:
Good grief.

That's not my hand.

That's Annabel's.

ANNABEL:

Mom's legs.

And her stomach.

And her, uh...

uh...

Wow.

Mom's body has got

my mind in it.

ELLEN:
Annabel's body

has got my mind in it.

ANNABEL:

I'm Mom.

ELLEN:

I'm Annabel.

ANNABEL:

Hi, Mom.

I love your teeth.

Annabel, say something.

ELLEN:
Who can talk

through all this scrap iron?

Could I trouble you

for a dime, dear?

"Could I trouble you

for a dime, dear?"

Sure.

Wow!

[Pan drops]

Ellen?

You all right?

All right?

I'm great!

[Telephone rings]

Hello?

Hello, Bill?

Yes.

Who's this?

This is...

Annabel, is that you?

Well, yes and no.

Please, if this

is some kind of a joke,

I don't have any time.

Button up and listen, Bill.

Who are you telling

to button up?

Since when do you

call me "Bill"?

What's got into you?

A lot more than you can imagine.

Please, Bill.

Annabel, stop that!

I am not "Bill" to you!

[Sighs] All right.

Dad.

All right.

Now, that's better.

What do you want?

- How's Ellen?

- Ellen?

Mom, I mean.

Is she all right?

Feeling all right?

Annabel, please, if this

is some kind of game...

No, it's very important.

Would you take a look?

Hang on.

[Up-tempo music plays

on radio]

Yeah, she is acting

a little funny.

She's blowing bubbles

and hopping up and down.

ELLEN:

Hopping?

I suppose it would look like

hopping to the waltz king.

Who's that on the horn?

Oh, that's Annabel.

She wants to know

if you're feeling all right.

Are you, honey?

Oh, I feel terrific.

How does she feel?

She's worried about you.

Maybe she ought to come home.

No, tell her absolutely not.

Childhood is the best time

in a person's life.

Today I want her

to enjoy every minute.

Especially the big typing test.

Oh, yeah.

Tell her I hope she does

well in the hockey game.

That is an important playoff.

If she messes up,

everybody will hate me.

Her.

Dear, your mother says...

I heard her, Daddy.

Goodbye.

- Hi, Virginia.

- Hi.

Come on, Annabel,

let's move out.

You guys are my friends, right?

- I've got to talk to you.

- So talk.

Now, girls, you're not

children any longer.

I feel I can speak

with you as adults.

You're intelligent enough

to grasp

exactly what I have to

say to you right now.

What is this?

It's your usual "Rum Raisin

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