Not Bionic Woman & The Six Million Dollar Man XXX Page #4

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- Oh!

What did you do to your yourself?

Oh, I got too close

to a sweet smelling lady

and she just...

Hey! Give me some.

That's not a very nice way to ask.

Please, Momma? I love you.

At the table.

What kind of cookie do you want?

I want a little man.

This one?

No.

- Oh.

This one?

No.

Yes.

Do you think that animal lady

would eat a little man?

I don't know. I don't know

if she's ever had cookies before.

So why is she here?

Papa's helping her.

You heard him.

Can I have another one?

Brian!

What do you think you're doing?

Just wanted to see if she was okay.

That what you want me

to tell your father?

Want a little man?

Hey! Your supposed

to eat the head first!

Not me. I chop 'em.

Thanks, sis.

Well, hell, Deanna,

I hated to have to write a check,

it cost me a good neighbor,

but if somebody had to,

thought I could be of service.

Sure.

Sure. No, think nothing of it.

Yeah.

No, Belle and I'd be happy

to help you with one of those bottles,

but we can't tonight. No.

We have a family thing tonight.

Okay.

Another time, right?

Alright. Good girl.

Okay, I'll be talkin' to you, Deanna.

Okay. Bye-bye.

Dad?

Could you not?

I made a...

Don't forget about the dogs.

- It's Brian's turn.

Bri?

- On it, dad.

Grab the poop shovel

while you're at it.

Shut up!

You want the goddamn hose?

Hey, girl.

Why don't you come out and eat?

You b*tch!

Peggy, can I talk to you for a sec?

I don't want to be late for next period.

I'll write you a note.

Have a seat for a sec.

You alright?

Yeah. Why?

Nausea. Baggy clothes.

Mrs. Hindle tells me

you've been sitting out

of gym for weeks now.

Hey, I'm not stupid, Peggy.

Why don't you just

mind your own business?

You are my business.

I'm gonna eat you!

Where have you been?

Playing with the dogs a little.

You?

Yeah.

I do that sometimes.

So, are we ready, Belle?

Yeah.

Okay then. Grab the buckets.

So how we doin' today?

I hate to do this to you.

But with you I'm not

taking any more chances.

We gonna scrub her down, pop?

I've never seen or smelled

anything that nasty before.

Well, your mother and I

are gonna scrub her down,

but first you're gonna

clean up her mess.

Me?

- Grab the scoop shovel.

Get a rag.

I guess we're gonna have to keep

doing this until we can get her,

you know...

Potty trained?

- Exactly.

Get.

But I can help.

Shut the door.

Let's go.

Get a bucket.

Thank you.

Maybe we should let

that cool off a bit before...

Belle, we both know

the only way to get something clean

is with good hot water.

Otherwise, we're just

shuffling germs around

if we use cold

or, hell, even luke warm.

Good.

See? Good. Look. There.

Belle, I'm gonna need

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