The Game Plan Page #2

Go ahead, hit me. Come on!

Give it a shot. Come on.

It's ridiculous, isn't it?

Bye-bye.

It's ridiculous.

I don't know what it is you're selling.

Look what I have, here's a hundo.

I don't want any money. I want...

I know. I know what you want. I get it.

It's what the world wants.

An autograph of Joe Kingman.

They all want it, eight to 80.

You'll probably go sell it,

but I'm going to give it to you for free.

Because I'm Joe Kingman,

humanitarian.

Happy New Year. I'll be right back.

You have a bulldog. Come here, boy.

You're so cute.

Easy, easy.

He's a very vicious attack dog.

Yeah. He's going to lick me to death.

Listen, you just can't come walking

into strangers' homes like this.

There are a lot of weirdos out there

in the world.

- Didn't your mom ever teach you that?

- Yeah.

- Well, where is she?

- On an airplane.

On an airplane?

Well, who are you here with?

My father.

Well, you better go get him,

because I'm sure he's looking for you.

- He's not looking for me.

- How do you know?

Because he's looking at me.

What?

Hi, we've never met before.

You were married to my mom, Sara.

Sara Kelly?

My name is Peyton. I'm your daughter.

No. No. Nope. No!

No. Time out.

Sara and I never had a kid.

- She wrote you a note.

- Wrote me a note.

"Joe, I know this is a big surprise,

but Peyton is your daughter.

"I need you to watch her for a month.

It's an emergency.

"I'll explain everything

when I get back. Sara. "

You sure got a lot of pictures

of yourself in here.

You expect me to believe

you're my kid, based on this?

- Anybody could have written this.

- Oh, yeah.

I've also got this.

It's my birth certificate.

Birth certificate?

- Your name is on it.

- My name is...

My name?

Awesome!

Ready? Break!

My name's not on this.

"Joseph Kingman. "

Hut! Hut! Hut!

- We've got a situation.

- Touchdown!

Fix it.

Oh!

Don't you think

you should have told me about this?

- I didn't know.

- You didn't know you had an ex-wife?

That was a long time ago.

We were crazy in love, but too young.

Didn't even last longer than a year,

and we never had a baby.

Okay, but for argument's sake,

is there the teeniest, tiniest possibility

that this child could be yours?

Think hard.

I don't know.

We got the separation,

the divorce was final,

she came by to pick up

a few of her things and then we...

We...

Is anyone else hungry?

- Hungry?

- Joe...

When did this, "We... We...

Is anyone else hungry" happen?

About eight, nine years ago.

- How old are you, kid?

- Eight.

Congratulations, Joe.

This isn't happening to me.

Muffin, just talk to your Auntie Stella.

Hmm?

It says here that your mom

is not coming back for a month.

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