Parent Trap 2

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("Let's Keep What We've Got"

by Marilyn McCoo)

Let's keep what we've got

Let's not let it go

Let's hold what we have

What we have

is so very wonderful

It's like nothing else around

Think of what we've found

and let's not lose it

It's so beautiful

It's like sailboats

in the sun

Think of all the fun

And let's not lose it

Here we are

Looking at today

Feeling good inside

And as we face

the future years

Let's hope someday

We'll look back and say

All the dreams we dreamed

Were not denied

It's so wonderful

It's like nothing else around

Think of what we've found

and let's not lose it

It's so beautiful

It's like music in the air

Think of all we share

And let's not lose it

It's so wonderful

It's like nothing else around

Think of what we've found

And let's not lose it

(girl) Mom!

Nikki.

What on earth is wrong?

Mom, we can't move

to New York. We can't.

There was a thing on the news just

now about a woman in Manhattan

who got attacked

by a guy in a nun's suit!

Habit, Nikki.

I don't care why he did it.

Don't you just think that's the

creepiest thing in the whole world?

I mean a nun's suit

is called a habit, Nikki.

What are you doing

still in your nightdress?

You've got to be in school in ten minutes.

Now, will you please get it off?

Nikki, we can't let things

like this bother us.

Crime is a terrible problem

in every city these days.

Yeah, but the newsman

also said something

about another plane crash

up north.

It's obviously not safe for us to fly there,

so why don't we just stay put in Tampa?

We're driving to New York, Nicole.

That's even worse!

Don't you know more people die in car

wrecks than in plane crashes anyway?

I'm telling you, Mom,

this move is jinxed.

Come on, Nikki.

Now, just get on, please.

In fact, I'm not even sure

the streets are safe enough

for me to walk to summer school today.

Maybe I just better stay home.

Look, just do your shoes up

and stop talking so much.

But if I'm not going to New York,

then I don't need to get my grades up

to get into some stupid, snobby,

New York all-girls school.

So why waste my whole summer

in some dumb English class?

(sighs)

Here.

Oh, no.

I think I'm getting sick.

Well, is it any wonder?

You're working yourself up

into quite a state.

Oh, Nikki, darling.

I know this move

is a bit scary for you.

It's a bit scary for me too.

But I promise you it's for

the best for both of us.

Hm?

You'll see.

I doubt it.

(bell rings)

Hi, I'm Mary Grand.

I think I used to see you a lot

in the cafeteria last year.

Yeah. I'm Nikki Ferris.

Weren't you a Pop Warner

cheerleader?

Uh-huh. It was so neat.

One time we even got to go to

Tallahassee for the championships.

With all those cute

football players?

That's so cool.

You should be one for this season.

The tryout's at the end of August.

I'll be gone by then.

Where will you be?

Dead, probably. We're moving

to New York. Isn't that gross?

How come?

My mom got a job promotion.

Plus she thinks it'll be good for

me to live in more than one place.

What does your dad say?

Nothing. They're divorced.

That's how come she wants to

get out of here so bad,

so she doesn't have to worry about

seeing him out with his new wife.

My mom's dead. You don't have to

feel sorry for me or anything.

It happened when I was seven.

But there's some advantages

to it, I guess.

My dad basically lets me

do whatever I want.

So how come you're

in summer school?

I did what I wanted so much,

I flunked English.

What about you?

I've got to get my grades up

so I can get into this stupid,

snobby, New York all-girls school.

I'm not here

because I have to be.

I'm doing it

so I can accelerate.

So? Who asked you?

I'll probably skip sixth grade.

Does that make you

neat or something?

If you talk mean to me

I'll tell the teacher.

Go ahead.

See if we care.

(woman) All right, people.

Settle down.

I am Mrs. Blazey.

And like my name,

I start off in a blaze.

No monkey doodling around.

And the first order of business is

to get you seated alphabetically.

It makes it much easier for an

old lady to learn your names.

Alison Casey.

Susan Cooper.

Jessica Dintruff.

Ee-ew.

Isn't she gross?

She's sickening.

(Mrs. Blazey) Nikki Ferris.

Mary Grand.

Kevin Gray.

You're an F and I'm a G.

Isn't it perfect?

(Mrs. Blazey) Jonathan Maxwell.

(Mary) A book a week!

What is she? Crazy?

(Nikki) We'd have to be

reading every second.

(Mary) Like we don't have

anything better to do.

Wait a second.

I've got an idea.

Why don't we each read

half a book?

You can read the first part

and I'll read the second.

And then we can get together and

tell each other what happens.

That's perfect!

So it's a deal?

Deal.

Well, do you want to tell me

how school went today?

It was OK, I guess.

I met this really great girl

named Mary Grand.

We're gonna help each other

with the reading.

Is it OK if I invite her to

dinner one of these nights?

'Course. As long as she

clears it with her folks first.

She doesn't have any folks.

Just a dad and a housekeeper.

Her mom died when she was seven.

Oh. That's sad.

She's OK about it, though.

She says her dad lets her

get away with murder.

Isn't that so lucky?

Well, I don't know.

Doesn't make me feel too secure, hearing

you so envious of a motherless child.

Oh, come on, Mom.

That's not what I meant.

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