Mrs Miracle Page #3

-Yes.

-l'm Emily Merkle. Nice to see you.

How you doing, huh? l like that shirt.

That's a good color for you. Yeah.

Wait a minute. You got something there.

What is that?

ls that a little gravy?

Yeah.

-Probably'll come right off with some seltzer.

-Okay.

lt's cold out here. Oh, boy. Yeah.

Let me back up here for a minute.

The agency sent me, okay?

-The agency?

-Yeah.

The employment agency?

You know, big building downtown.

Lots of people. Everyone trying to get a iob.

l mean, l'm talking grim.

Okay, great! l'm sorry, you iust...

You weren't what l expected.

Yeah, l get that a lot. But you know what?

You'll get used to it.

No, Mrs. Ackerman didn't even tell me

she'd found somebody.

Well, it's more fun this way.

You see, then l can pop in and go,

''Surprise!''

Keep your pants on, honey.

l'm just kidding.

Oh, my goodness! You've been robbed!

What?

No, no, this is...

No, no, l'm iust kidding again.

It's just a mess, right?

l mean, sometimes l kid,

but seriously, this is really a mess.

l was iust talking with the boys

how we needed to keep things...

Hi, fellas! Well, what you two been up to?

Guys, come say hi.

It's all right. This is Mrs...

-Merkle.

-Mrs. Merkle.

You're twins, right?

-Yeah.

-We're paternal.

He means fraternal.

Don't say a word. Don't tell me a word.

You are Judd and Jason.

How'd you know?

lt's easy. It was written on your foreheads.

Now tell me something. Are you two

responsible for most of this mess?

Well, good for you.

Because if you're going to trash this place,

you might as well do it right.

What do l smell?

Listen, l apologize for the mess. It's not...

See, l knew it was gravy,

but seriously, is somebody boiling lard?

We're cooking dinner.

Shoot. What am l going to do

about this dinner l have here?

You have dinner?

That smells good.

lt's a very special recipe.

l wouldn't want to twist your arm.

Really good.

Now you're sure?

Okay, Mr. Webster, you're out of here.

Go, l don't know, read a newspaper,

or call EPA,

or whatever it is you normally do

as an architect.

Meanwhile, l'm going to clean up

this place in a jiffy. Come on, boys, help me.

Come on.

Okay.

Boys, wait a minute.

l've got to ask you something.

Now are there any marbles in the house?

Yeah.

Okay. Now you go find them,

and bring them to me,

and bring me all the Play-Doh you can,

and some liquid soap,

and a box of baking soda, okay?

-But why do you need those...

-No, no. No questions, understand?

Okay, go get them.

Well, that ought to keep them busy

for a while.

You ain't seen nothing yet, honey.

This is so cool, Dad.

l'll say.

What do they call this dessert?

Angel food cake.

Angels eat cake?

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