Ramona And Beezus Page #4

in the Royal Peanut Butter commercials.

And it's special because

my Uncle Hobart gave it to me.

I think I'd be extraordinary in the role.

E-X-T-R-A-O-R-D-I-N-A-R-Y.

And he travels all over the world...

taking pictures of animals

in their natural habitat.

H-A-B-I-T-A-T.

Extraordinary.

That's when you take something... ordinary...

and give it a Iittle extra.

- So, does anybody wanna sit on it?.

- Yeah!

- Okay, Ramona, Iet's hear it.

- Why, thank you, Mrs. Meacham..

Mute button. Mute button.

What am I doing?. I'm muting you.

Ramona, go on.

Well, the most special thing in my Iife...

is that some nice workmen in blue helmets...

came to my house this week-

and chopped a great big hole in it.

But, But they did.

It was so big,

I could see all of Portland.

Howie knows.

Howie came and jumped through the hole.

He did.

That's enough now.

I think the hole's in her head.

- Show's over, Ramona.

- She's such a liar.

- Mrs. Meacham, I'm not Iying.

- Take your seat.

Go ahead. Take your seat. The purpose

of this exercise is not to entertain us.

No embellishments, please.

Now, who would Iike to go next?. Hands?.

You saw them chop the hole in my house.

Actually, no. They pried it with crowbars.

Technically, they pried it.

That's what I meant.

Now Mrs. Meacham thinks I'm a Iiar...

and she's gonna tell my mom and dad

I'm a big troublemaker tonight.

Well, you are sometimes.

I mean, technically, you are.

Maybe you should technically Iook

for a new best friend.

Hey! How you doing there, chief?.

Who's your girlfriend?.

G- I'm not his girlfriend.

She's not my girlfriend.

She's Ramona, and she Iives over there.

Ramona.

Wait a second.

Ramona Quimby?. Huh.

Hey, I'm Hobart. I'm Howie's favorite uncle.

No? Oh. Sorry.

Yeah. We all heard about it.

Oh, really?. Well, how's that beautiful

Aunt Beatrice of yours doing?.

You be sure to tell her I'd love to catch up,

all right?

Hey, Howie, how'd the saddle work out?

Did you get an "A "?

Dad? Does Aunt Bea really know

some weird guy named Hobart?

Hobart?. That's a name

I haven't heard in quite a while.

Yeah, they were high school sweethearts,

old Hobart and Bea.

Him?. But he's not even her type.

And what would that type be?.

Perfect.

Oh, I'm afraid to Iook.

Bills, bills, bills.

It never ends, Pickle.

Did you get the job today?.

- Well, I didn't get this one.

- Oh.

'Cause I was thinking.

I've got the perfect job.

- What?.

- You should be a fireman.

Oh. Yeah?.

Yes. You would save people's Iives...

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