Unaccompanied Minors Page #3

See you, Kmart.

Deal me in.

You want your dolly back, you big baby?

You're gonna cry, huh?

Hey, guys, check this out.

It's borderline urgent now, sir.

I cannot let you leave the room. Why

don't you wait for maintenance to fix it?

No, no, no.

Juice box in my back. I am laying

on a juice box.

Sometimes I see my brother kissing

his hand in his bedroom like this.

Awkward.

Did the door just open? I know the door

just opened. I can feel fresh air.

- I know someone's walking out.

- Morons.

- Okay, who farted?

- You can't leave without an attendant.

- Where are you going?

- Out.

This goes against everything

I believe in, but I gotta pee!

Wait, who's going to pee?

Hey, keep the door closed!

Who's walking out?

You better keep that...

Oh, no.

Oh, you worry me, honey.

You worry me.

I gotta call Sam.

Val, please. Why don't you relax?

I know exactly what you need.

A nice steaming cup

of my wonderful hot chocolate.

I've had three already.

And it's 80 degrees outside!

Are you trying to kill me?

Well, no.

Judy, my children are trapped

in an airport on Christmas Eve.

Do you have any idea

how miserable they must be?

Finally.

Where's that kid who had to pee?

- Sam Davenport. Clean Earth Society.

- Hi, Sam, it's Val.

Hey, Val. I'm heading to the airport

now to pick up the kids.

- You're not gonna be able to.

- What?

- They're not gonna be able to fly in!

- Val, calm down.

- There's a blizzard...

- It's not snowing out.

Yes, it is.

- Sure their flight's canceled?

- Would Al Roker make that up?

No, no. I guess Al Roker wouldn't lie.

Val, I'm gonna drive all night to get them.

And don't make that face.

I would like a table for one

in the no-little-sisters section, please.

Aren't you a little young

to be flying by yourself?

Not at all.

No. No kids' menu.

No, no, no. No crayons either.

Welcome to the High Flyer's Club,

Miss Conrad.

Thank you.

Gadgets.

Bingo.

Yes.

Cheese. Condiments.

Caviar.

Nachos. My mom

never lets me eat those.

So an order of those.

She's banned all sodas from the house,

so extra-, extra-, extra-large root beer.

My mom never let me eat

mozzarella sticks.

Mine either. Two orders. On to dessert.

You don't have a tapeworm, do you?

Oh, yeah.

Travel is so exhausting,

don't you think, girls?

Left, left. Yes.

How you doing?

Take it, backup singers!

Sweet Jehoshaphat.

He did it.

Freeze!

Freeze! Hey!

Excuse me, are you unaccompanied?

I'm single. Who's asking?

They are.

Are you gonna let me get dressed,

or should I just walk out of here naked?

Okay, airport food's that much, huh?

- I am so gonna kill you.

- It was good service.

It seemed like he would...

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