Yours, Mine And Ours Page #5

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- It's called decorating.

- No, that's called vandalism.

- Whatever.

Okay.

- No way.

- No way.

Come back, fiona! Come back!

Spit it. Spit it out!

- Come on, spit it out.

- What is going on?

Come on, give it to me.

Where's my cell phone?

You are so dead.

She's just a pig.

Not the pig. You.

Mom, the cheerleader's after me!

Run, fiona!

Kids!

Admiral!

Sounds like they're bonding.

That doesn't sound like bonding to me,

frank.

- They just need a little jump-start.

- Jump-start?

Yeah.

Look, grab about a quart of sun block.

I have a plan.

Okay.

So, everyone,

what do you think of the my way?

Who's gonna sail this thing?

We, the beardsley family, sail it...

while you guys, i'm guessing, hang out

in the cabin and pick your noses.

No, we are all going to sail it...

working together like

the many tentacles of an octopus...

guided by one brain.

My children have separate brains,

frank.

It's just a figure of speech.

- No, it isn't.

- Hey, trust me.

One hour at sea together,

gonna be best friends.

Okay, prepare to come about!

- Coming about!

- Come a what?

Look out!

Wasn't anybody listening...

when i gave my briefing

about standard nautical procedure?

I have sunscreen in my eye, sweetie.

Oh, well, let's go below.

We'll wash it out.

- William, take the wheel.

- Aye, aye, sir.

- Mrs. Munion, you have the kids.

- No problem.

Get that camera away from me.

But i'm capturing

the vrit of life at sea.

How about capturing my fist

in your face?

Hey!

Look, otter peed in his pants.

No, i didn't. That's just water.

It doesn't smell like water.

I'm gonna go tell our dad.

- I'm gonna tell my mom.

- I'm gonna tell my mom.

I don't feel so good.

Just keep your eye on the horizon.

I'll get you some ginger ale.

- Kelly, get ready to feed the sail.

- Aye, aye.

What are you doing? Come on, watch it.

Raise the jib!

Hey! Get me down! Get me down!

Okay, get me down from here,

you freaks!

- Such a loser.

- Oh, yeah?

Let's see how funny you think this is

from the water.

- He's gonna kill me.

- Stop it!

You better run for it.

Oh, gross!

- What's going on?

- Coming about!

William! Come about!

- William!

- What's going on?

I'm fine, sweetie.

Is this standard nautical procedure?

No.

Oops, missed a little spot right there.

What's the matter?

I'm just giving up on my dream

of having an all-family sailing team.

Well, look on the bright side.

You got to spend the day

at sea with me.

Yeah. Yeah, that was okay.

That was okay? That was okay?

- I'll show you okay.

- Oh, yeah?

We can hear that.

No, you can't.

Maybe if we're really, really quiet. Okay?

A little quieter.

No, i like hearing their voices.

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