Home Movie

"Home Movie"!

For "Home Movie" press one.

For "Happy Easter"

press two.

What are you doing?

For a terrible

"Thanksgiving," press three.

You're confusing our children.

For "Happy Kwanzaa," press five.

I don't think so.

Aha!

Mm-hmm, happy Halloween.

Mmm, fire.

Fire.

My children have been turned

into fire-breathing dragons.

It's your mother

and she's in a horrible mood

and a birthday cake for you.

You're so scary.

# Happy birthday-slash-Halloween,

Jack and Emily #

#Happy birthday-slash-Halloween to... #

Hmmm?

Oh, yes, make a wish.

- Make a wish.

- You guys ready?

Ready?

Blow out the candles.

They're not blowing out.

Oh, she got them.

Nope, they're still lit!

- Hey hey!

- Jack!

Fire, mmm...

Five four three two one.

Ready or not,

here we come!

I'm not wearing mine either.

I'll wear yours.

I'll wear yours.

- Which way does it go?

- Any way.

No, I'm not wearing it.

- Okay, I'm not wearing yours either.

- Here.

- Hey, come here.

- What are you doing?

Oh no, oh.

Good evening...

...and welcome to haunted

ghost house sightings of...

ghosts.

They're down here.

Oh!

Ah ha ha!

Honey, I think I know

where they are.

- Where?

- Hold the camera.

- Careful.

- Baby,

if I don't make it back, I just want

you to know how much I... whoa!

I'm all right... ouch!

Are you okay?

What is it?

Nothing but a fire-breathing dragon.

Grr.

Nice!

Okay, come on, guys.

- Game over. Mommy's tired.

- Where are they?

Aha! We found them!

Okay, guys, come on.

Turn off the flashlights.

Jack and Emily Poe.

Turn off the flashlights.

- It's not good for the camera.

- Listen to your mom, guys.

- Come on.

- Such cooperative children.

Turn off the flashlights

or I'll turn off the camera.

That's better.

Oh, you got me.

Oh, you got me.

Did you just bite me?

Bringing the heat on.

Nice!

Fake out!

Now batting...

Number 31...

Jack... Poe...

centerfielder,

the Connecticut Cormorant.

All right.

Come on, you can do it!

Nice!

Aw, come on, Jack!

Whoop... oh!

Into the woods.

- Holy cow.

- Oh, rats!

- Nice hit, son.

- That was good!

Good job, baby.

Oh. Little help, hon?

- What?

- Little help.

- What do you mean?

- A little help!

- You want me to get it?

- A little help.

- You get it.

- Little help.

- My God.

- A little help.

Do I have to do

everything around here?

I'm the pitcher.

My arm, my leg...

- they gotta relax and rest.

- Your arm? My arm.

- Come on, hon.

- I got it... okay.

Okay...

Yay. Oops,

got some woods here.

Hurry up, hon!

I think I found

some poison ivy.

Makes sense.

And I just saw

a jackal... that's good.

Poison ivy, more snakes

and a jackal.

I'm, like,

so glad we just moved

to the middle of nowhere.

Hey, Em!

Have you seen

your dad's ball?

Okay, well, um...

I'm gonna go look over here.

I thought you said

you didn't see it.

Listen, how about I shoot

your guys's clubhouse, huh?

That might be cool for you guys to look

back at when you're older, right?

"No parents allowed." Hmm.

Is that all parents

or is that just me and your dad?

Ah. Okay.

Well...

I'm gonna go

watch the game.

Do you want to come?

You can ride in the wagon.

Are you playing dead?

Again, right here.

It's going right there.

I love the zoom on this.

Zoom!

Oh, big swing and a miss.

The big fella...

notice the form though?

- Very nice.

- See that?

Make a smiley face.

Good job.

- I'll take that. I'll take that.

- Whoa!

High-five, put it there.

All right, thank you.

Come on, Em!

Give your dad a hand!

- Yeah!

- Home run.

Whoo!

Good, baby, good.

Watch this guy.

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