Mariah Carey's All I Want for Christmas Is You Page #4

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Um...

I think I've got it, but thanks.

Mariah, I think you hurt

your sister's feelings.

Oh, no.

I didn't mean to hurt her...

Couldn't you let

her wrap just one?

Does it really

matter how it looks?

Well, this one's for my teacher,

so it's got to be perfect.

PENELOPE:

We should've discussed this.

It'll work out

just fine, trust me.

(GIGGLES)

Well, lookie here.

What's that, Daddy?

I have a proposal for you.

Can't wait to hear it.

Reggie needs a dog-sitter for, you

know, his, uh, pooch, while he's away.

Uncle Reggie has a dog?

Mmm...

It was a recent acquisition.

Thought he couldn't

have pets at his apartment.

Well, they made an

exception for this one.

Mmm-mmm-mmm.

Can I dog-sit the dog?

I can dog-sit!

MARIAH:

Oh, no, you didn't. No.

Oh, Daddy, I'd be the best dog-sitter ever.

Let me see! Let me see!

MARIAH:
And I fell

right into his trap.

But, wait!

Here's the deal.

Let's see how you do

dog-sitting this guy,

and then we'll see about...

What's her...

Princess!

I can have Princess

if I dog-sit?

Grandma!

Dog-sit well.

I'm all about well. That's me. I can

do well. I promise. Let me see him.

I bet he's so cute.

(CHUCKLES) Yeah. He sure is.

Something like that.

Okay.

Oh, boy.

Bud, you're not going to...

Oh...

He's a...

Is that a dog?

MARIAH:
Ugh!

Uh...

Don't worry, Pen, I'm pretty

sure Reggie house-trained him.

What's his name?

Huh?

Don't look at me, darling.

Oh, yeah.

Uh...

(BARKS)

MARIAH:
Did Uncle Reggie

even train him?

Hey.

Jack!

MARIAH:
Come here, Jack.

Come here, baby.

PENELOPE:
Bud!

Come over here.

BUD:
It's harmless.

MARIAH:
Oh, no.

Come here, good boy.

(CONTINUES BARKING)

Catch him, Grandma.

Come here, you!

BUD:
I said, "Hey"!

Demon.

Bud, do something!

Settle down now.

I'll get you.

PENELOPE:
Ooh!

Off the couch!

BUD:
Hey, now stop that.

Can you sit? Stay?

Lie down?

Catch him! Good Lord,

I think he has rabies!

BUD:
Come here, you!

Jack.

Whoa!

(PANTING)

(SNIFFING)

Where's he going?

My steaks.

(HUMS)

(SHRIEKS)

Stop!

Hey. Hey! Hey!

(SCREAMS)

Drop it, you thief!

BRETT:
What's for dinner?

ALL:
Shut the door!

Whoa!

Some kind of giant rat thing

just ran past me.

(SIGHS IN FRUSTRATION)

Steak! All right!

I know. I know, Pen.

We should've discussed

this together first.

Oh, Bud, dear... It looks

like he took your steak.

Jack!

Here, boy!

Here, baby!

Come here, little guy!

Jack!

Uh...

Hi, Mr. Ingersoll.

Did you maybe see a

small dog thing around?

It's just befuddling.

Can I help you with something?

What's that?

Oh! Hello, Mariah.

I just can't figure out

why my lights aren't blinking.

I bought blinking lights.

Just not as cheerful

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