Penelope Page #2

Hello.

And upon their departure, they were

invited back to the house.

Where they were legally

gagged into secrecy.

And so it went.

And it was just

a matter of time...

before my mother recognised the need

for certain adjustments.

Shatterproof glass...

And sneakers for Jake.

So you see today...

She's a pig!

... was much like any other.

Except...

- I couldn't catch him.

- Aah! I knew it.

I always said we should

make them sign the gag

before they see her.

Not after.

Don't worry.

We'll catch him.

We'd better.

A snout?

And fangs.

Look, I know what I saw, alright?

Now, are you going to arrest her or not?

On what grounds?

Ugly blind date?

If being ugly were a crime, I'd have to

arrest half the people in this city.

I know what you're thinking.

The Wilherns, nice family right?

That's what I thought. And when

Penelope mentioned the curse

I thought that was just a

figure of speech, yeah.

It's not a figure of speech.

And they're not nice.

I'm telling you if I hadn't of got out

of there when I did that...

monster it would have

eaten me alive.

That's it.

Put him in holding over night.

Come on, mate.

What me?

No, you don't understand

I've come in to report her.

- Hey, wasn't that a Vanderman?

- Yeah, Edward.

That might be him...

no.

Okay, you know what? Edward should have

been home by now, don't you think?

Hello, anybody? Will somebody

call my mother?

Rise and shine.

Up, up, up, up, up.

Come on, dear.

We're moving.

Franklin.

Mum?

- Up, up, up, up, up.

- What?

We're moving?

Where is Larry Bonsa?

Security.

Poor Edward.

I had no idea.

No, not that.

Hallucinations of a hideous pig

pig faced girl.

You do know who they're talking about?

Oh, I don't know. Could be any

number of women in this city.

I'm next in line for

chairman of the board.

Do you have any idea what a story

like this will do to me?

What my father is going to do to me?

Well, that's not really my problem.

Okay, I'm not a delusional maniac...

am I?

No. So, either you

print a retraction

or so help me god I am going

to rip your guts out.

Security.

It'll be twenty five years

ago all over again.

Reporters popping out of draws.

Penelope will be exposed.

And then... what chance do we have?

- We could move to the beach.

- The beach is good.

- Or France?

- You could practise your French.

I could practice my French.

Merci.

Bonjour. Je suis Penelope.

Never mind. I over reacted.

Wanda. Wanda!

I demand a retraction.

You have ruined my life!

I'm telling you she was

a pig. A pig!

I'm telling you she had a piggy snout

on her face and I'm not mad.

Why will no one

believe me?

Wait, wait, hold, hold on there, Victor.

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