Ramona And Beezus Page #3

Well, um...

it means the storage company

was bought by a bigger one...

and a Iot of people were Iet go,

including Dad.

The good news is

I called Dr. Perry's office...

and she has some part-time work

for me again...

so that should tide us over

for a Iittle while, at Ieast.

Don't worry. I will find a job.

But in the meantime...

I got a Iittle extra time

to spend with my girls.

Right?.

- Right?.

- Right.

- Okay.

- Right.

You realize we're gonna be poor now, right?.

No, we're not.

- Are we?.

- Have you seen how many bills they get?.

It's insane.

Everything costs money, even water.

Well, Mom's gonna make money.

And Dad, he' be with us.

That part's fun.

Well, get ready for another year

in hand-me-down heaven.

Hey, Iights out, my Iovelies.

Sweet dreams.

Beezus?.

It's sort of scary

having a hole in the house...

don't you think?.

- Beezus.

- Shh. I'm trying to sleep.

Beezus, did you hear that growling?.

It's probablyjust your stomach, doofus.

Unless...

Unless it's something...

else.

Beezus, stop it.

- Like a ferocious, hungry...

- Stop!

slithering beast that feeds

on pests with bad report cards.

You're too easy.

Beezus, it's not funny.

I thought it was.

Bring it up.

Let me get a pen, write it down.

- Both girls get carrots and sandwiches.

- Okay.

Beezus wants hers in a Ziploc,

and Ramona insists on having tin foil.

She claims it affects the taste, but I think

she just Iikes making sculptures with it.

What else?. Ramona wants

a hard-boiled egg if we have any.

Think fast.

ease tell me you're

gonna remember all this.

Look at me, fully domesticated.

I've Iined up Mrs. Kemp

to watch Roberta at noon.

- you have to do is go nail this interview today.

- How do I Iook?.

- I'd give you the job.

- Really?

I'd take it.

Ramona, did I ever

show you the proper way...

to crack a hard-boiled egg?.

You are so weird.

A guy's gotta get his

protein somehow.

See, I got this stuff down.

Hey, Ramona, wait up!

- Bye, Dad!

- Bye-bye!

Nice doodles.

They're not doodles. They're sketches.

My dad's extremely sketchy.

Is everyone in their seats?

I'm about to round the corner.

And good morning.

I trust you all survived the weekend

with most of your Iimbs intact.

It's time we tackle our class reports.

Tell us about something

special in your life...

using at Ieast one word

from our vocabulary Iist.

This is my ballet tiara.

This is a saddle for riding camels.

It's special to me

because I'm going to wear my tiara...

when I audition for the part of the princess

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