The Last Mimzy Page #3

ok, mom?

I have a girlfriend named Marcie.

But she doesn't always like me.

She thinks I'm too smart.

And the girls in my class...

...don't talk to me.

Because I like astronomy...

...and I play the violin.

- Mimzy.

- I know, I'm your friend too.

Tea, ladies?

What's in there?

What did I just do?

How did you do that, Noah?

I don't know, with my brain?

I just looked

at it and it...

Disappeared.

It's not funny!

It is to me.

You better clean that up.

You're not the boss of me, ok?

Hey, Noah, Mimzy knows things.

Oh, yeah? What kind of things?

I think she reads minds.

She knows all about us.

Like what?

She knows our names...

...where we were born...

...and what kind of french fries I like.

That's nice.

And you know what else?

She said dad's gonna call.

That's daddy.

Come on, Mimz.

- Hey, guess what?

- I know. Daddy's coming.

Well, how do you know that?

He just called me from the car.

- Mimzy told me.

- Yeah, mimzy told her.

Daddy! Daddy's here!

Daddy! Yay!

- Daddy, daddy, daddy!

- That's dad, all right.

- Daddy's coming!

- Come on, let's go.

- Hey, guys!

- Daddy, yay!

- Daddy's here!

- C'mere, Em.

Hey, bud.

How are ya? Huh?

Oh, I'm happy to see you guys!

- Hi!

- Hey, you!

Home at last.

And they said

we're just looking for carrots...

...and there was no carrots there.

Mom, can you tell a joke? Oh.

And they were really

dreaming of carrots.

Come on, come on, tell a joke!

- Hey, did you...

- Come on.

I don't know what's got into them.

You know, Emma, she just

hangs onto that rabbit...

Day and night.

And Noah, it's just like

he's on another planet...

You know?

They're not my babies any more.

Aww. No, it's true.

You know, we haven't

played one board game...

...since we've been here.

Not one.

- Yeah?

- You know, we've barely talked...

Apart from at dinner...

And then they run off

before they're done, I...

It's really different, I...

They're growing up.

They'll always be your babies, Jo.

Our babies.

- All right.

- Thanks, Mike.

Grab the bucket, ok.

All right, here we go.

This one's for you.

Why are you giving me a club?

Dad, I'm not gonna play golf, am i?

Ah, come on,

we're gonna give it a try.

All right.

Noah...

Come give it a try.

No, dad, you know I suck at sports.

Oh, now this is not a sport...

This is an obsession. Come on.

Come on, you're gonna like this.

Ok.

Now, you wanna line up, right?

There you go.

Just get in position.

Now, you don't wanna kill it.

You don't wanna kill it, all right?

You just wanna let the gravity...

...just glide the club

right down to the ball.

All right, now then,

it's not about strength...

...it's about control.

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