Just My Luck Page #4

Keep up the energy.

Hit that "G," Tom. We're gonna

have a great show tonight, guys.

- Here we go.

- Thank you.

I thought we were taking a jet.

This takes us to the jet.

Oh, wow. This is definitely

going in my diary.

Good evening, Bayonne. Ashley,

where did you get that gorgeous dress?

Don't ask.

- Hi. How are ya?

- Hi.

Guys, you're on.

Gentlemen, enjoy the show.

Cocktails on us.

Ladies and gentlemen, give it up

for the hottest rock band in New York City!

McFly!

Keep on going. I got it.

- Oh!

- Let's get out of here.

Hey, fellas, come on.

You're firing me?

You don't even pay me.

Look, Jake, you're good.

I mean, you did find us.

- It's just-

- But? What's the but?

But we just think

it's time to go home.

No, you can't go back home.

We're this close, guys.

Jake, we haven't had

any lucky breaks over here.

And poor Doug misses his mum.

Yeah, he does. He cries every night.

One week. How's that?

How's that?

You give me one week.

And if I can't make it happen

for you guys by then, then I get it.

We're done. You can go back home.

No hard feelings. One week.

- Okay. One week.

- One week.

- One week.

- All right!

- Get some rest, guys.

- Mum's gonna have to wait

one more week, Doug.

One week.

So, did you?

Okay, David Pennington

is a gentleman.

- We kissed.

- Boring.

- Check please, Zuki.

- Okay.

- Thank you.

- So, was it a, um, normal kiss...

or was it a supernatural,

tingling in your toes...

butterflies in your tummy

sort of kiss?

It was... enough to get him

to ask me on another date.

Mm!

- Thank you.

- No, no, no, no. Uh-uh.

Uh-W-Wait.

What's that?

Senor Platinum

says lunch is on him.

- I can't stand this.

- What?

Now, on top of everything else, Peggy Braden

has given you worldwide buying power?

Okay, there's positive energy,

and then there's just plain dumb luck.

Here we go again. Maggie, you've known me

since seventh grade, right?

Okay, will you please

tell her that I'm not lucky?

Well, you were voted

prom queen at Franklin High.

- So?

- We went to Jefferson.

- That doesn't mean anything.

- Okay.

- What? Are you kidding me?

- Thank you, Ashley.

- Thank you.

- Thank you, Ashley.

- Thank you, Ashley.

- But face it, babe...

when they whacked you with that

lucky stick, they whacked you good.

You guys are silly.

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

Okay. All right. If you don't think

you have the luck gene...

then you wouldn't mind

taking a little test.

- Test?

- Yeah.

Test? Cool.

What kind of test?

- Ooh, sorry.

- Excusez-moi.

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