Kindergarten Cop Page #3

It's a great shot of an ear.

You get in touch

with her parents?

They're both dead.

The only relative

she's got left is the kid.

Hey.

Okay. This is the only picture

we have of him.

Cullen Jr., aged 3 months.

That helps much.

It's the best I could do.

Breakfast, sir? Ma'am?

Please.

No. No, no.

That's a first.

Listen, I was

just thinking.

Maybe we should

take a wild stab

at getting to know each other

before we have to pretend

we're married.

What do you want to know?

How long have we been married?

A long time.

People won't expect us

to talk much to each other.

I want to read it, too.

Stop it.

Please?

Let me take a look.

Hey, come here.

If you don't stop

screwing around back there...

this is what

I'll do with you.

Ohh.

What's the matter?

I don't know.

I just don't feel so good.

You hungry?

I got to get out

of here right now.

Get those tree stumps

out of my way

before I vomit all over them.

Is your wife okay, sir?

Compared to what?

Maybe it was the burrito.

Or it could've been the sausages.

I don't think it was

the crab salad.

It couldn't

have been the doughnuts.

Excuse me.

Oh, I hate feeling like this.

I hate it, too.

Uh-oh.

Uh-oh what?

Uh-oh...

pull over.

Now?

Yeah. Please hurry.

The key!

Give me the key!

Do you need a hand?

You okay?

I'm fine.

I'll be fine.

Class starts

at 9:
00 in the morning.

I'll be fine.

You look much better already.

Oh. Kindergarten, 6-year-olds.

That's why I quit teaching,

you know.

I got so sick

of other people's kids.

I was afraid that

I'd never want to have any

of my own.

I have a son.

He's 13.

I remember

when he was 5.

He lives with his mother

and stepfather.

Aah!

What's the matter?

What...

is...

that?

Oh, excuse me.

I forgot to tell you.

This is my ferret.

He doesn't bite.

Don't worry.

Come on.

Come on out.

This is all I need...

an obstacle.

A goddamn obstacle.

He sends me an obstacle.

Here.

Oh, God.

Don't worry.

I'm going to make it.

I just need a minute.

I'll be ready

in just a minute.

I just got...

Oh, God.

How do I look?

Take off the gun.

That's a good idea.

The little bastards

are going to eat you alive.

Get some rest,

and don't worry.

I've been working undercover

for a long time.

They're 6-year-olds.

How much trouble

can they be?

On second thought...

take the gun.

Matthew...

I sent you to

the principal's office

because you punched Jenny.

I know. She poisoned

your hamsters.

She told me all about it...

and she's very sorry.

And I'm sorry that

I didn't believe you.

- But you shouldn't punch people.

- But she...

Mr. Kimble, Miss Schlowski

will see you now.

Let's go back to class.

Can I help you?

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