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Hey, 3J.

How's it going?

Fine. Hey, man, what got your jockeys in a bunch?

Well, my mom's in Russia, and I miss her a lot.

Hmm. What's that?

One of my baby pictures.

Hey, V, you had a big old head.

My mother had just dropped me, and the swelling hadn't gone down yet.

At least you know who your mom is.

3J, why are you home so early from hockey practice?

I don't feel like playing.

Something wrong?

Come on, you can talk to us, son.

But that's just it.

I'm not just fine.

I'm nobody's son.

Well, what brought this on?

Well, I've been thinking about my mom.

I want to know where she is so I can have a real family.

3J, you do have a real family. And we love you very much.

I love you guys, too.

But we're not related.

I'm just your foster kid.

I want to know what happened to my mom.

I always feel like something's missing.

Oh, honey.

Will you guys help me look for my mom?

Well, uh, Mr.

W,

you're a police captain.

I'm sure you know lots of people.

I bet you can find someone who knows where my mom is.

Of course we'll help you, 3J.

I can't promise anything, 3J. You know, Chicago's a pretty big city.

But I'll see what I can do.

Thank you, Mr. W. You're the best.

Harriet, I'm not so sure that this is a good idea.

Carl, 3J is just a little boy.

If he feels this abandoned now, how's he gonna feel when he grows up?

What if we find his mother?

What if she wants him back?

That's a possibility.

Yeah.

Scary one.

Yeah, but the bottom line is, we have to do what's best for 3J.

Who's the king of Jordan?

I don't know, Michael.

No, who's fame?

What team is he on?

of mercy, I am determined to save my beloved Edward from the clutches of that

witch, Greta.

It's time to drop that skeezer and experience the love of a real woman.

I'm sorry, lizard lips.

But you're out of luck.

See, Eddie only dates air -breathing mammals.

Does your mother know you're entertaining wildebeests in the living

Now, ladies, let's be civilized.

Come on, say something nice to each other.

Myrtle, that is a very pretty outfit.

Thank you.

That shade of yellow matches your teeth perfectly.

I see you've managed to lose some weight.

You're nothing but skin and cellulite.

Well, I'd rather look like this than a street -walking chicken.

Call it a chicken, Clucky.

This ridiculous fighting has been going on for far too long. Well, we wouldn't

have a problem if she would just stay in her cage.

Look who's talking. The creature from the ugly lagoon.

about this one over here.

What are you getting at, Laura?

Well, when two guys have a problem, they duke it out and it's over with.

privacy screen down so you can see how a woman is really supposed to treat her

men.

Hey, honey. Hi, sweetheart.

Mm -hmm.

Well, guess who I talked to during lunch today?

Who? 3J's mother.

You're kidding.

Well, it wasn't easy, but I finally managed to track her down, yeah.

Well, come on, tell me, what happened? What did she say?

What'd she like?

Well, we talked for over an hour.

She wanted to know all about 3J, of course. Why in the world did she give

up? Well, she said that she was 16 when she got pregnant.

So she had to drop out of school, no job, and even worse, she had a drug

problem. Oh, no.

What about the father?

Well, he bailed, so... So she gave 3J up for adoption.

Well, what's her situation now?

Well, she said it's still tough, but she's trying.

She's in a rehab program, so she's trying to get a life together.

She says it's a struggle.

But she's still in no position to take care of 3J.

I hope 3J understands when she tells him.

Well, actually, Harriet, uh... 3J's mother feels it would be best that he

know who she is.

Oh, Carl, he's gonna be so disappointed.

How do we tell him that his own mother doesn't even want to meet him?

I don't know, Harriet.

I mean, I can't lie to him.

Even when the truth is this painful?

What are we gonna do?

I don't know, Harriet.

Just don't know.

Come on.

You know, Greta, you don't have to fight Myrtle for me.

Yes, I do.

When I whip her a bony butt, she'll be out of our lives forever.

Myrtle!

Hey, Greta.

Looking good, girl.

You ready for Myrtle?

Kidding. I'm a grinder of grits.

Five bucks says that Greta beats that prissy Myrtle up in five rounds. You're

on. Because when it comes to fighting...

I put my money on ugly.

in the yellow trunks, the goddess from Chicago, the windy city wonder,

the peach with a punch, Greta.

No biting, no choking, no kicking, no stopping, no hair pulling. In the event

a knockdown, go to a neutral corner and stay there until I tell you. Any

questions, no good fight.

Work your jab. All right? Put together some combinations, baby. Take your time.

All right?

Now, come across with the right hand and keep your guard up.

Don't sweat so much. It's making your mascara run.

And keep your guard up because every time she hits you, it smears your rouge.

Look, I'm not a magician. I can only do so much.

How was your cake?

I'm not sure.

I need another piece before I can really give you an honest answer.

Cute, Pre -J.

But I think you've had enough.

Okay, Mr. W.

Lunch is over.

You can give me the bad news now.

What are you talking about?

Well, whenever you got bad news, you feed me real good.

Like that time you let me have three... milkshakes.

Then told me my plans would have to come out.

Now today, he let me have pancake and chocolate cake.

So it's gotta be awful news.

Well, 3J, uh, I do have some bad news for you.

But I got some pretty good news, too.

There's a bad news about my mom?

Yes.

You see, 3J,

Harriet and I have given this situation a great deal of thought.

And we feel that it would be best to wait until you're older before we look

your mom.

Why? Well, 3J, this kind of thing, grown -ups have a hard time dealing with.

You're only nine years old.

But if you wait until you're a little older, I promise you that we will look

your mom together.

Okay?

Okay.

What's the good news?

Well... 3J, you have been living with us for over a year now.

And, well, we consider you family.

And if it's okay with you, we'd like to make it official.

Official? Mm -hmm.

Harriet and I would like to adopt you.

You want to adopt me?

Very much.

Okay.

So I tell you what.

Why don't you go score us a couple of gumballs while I settle our bill, okay?

Okay. All right.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

No.

I mean, thank you for... for letting me see my son.

He's pretty special, isn't he? Yeah.

And he's lucky to have a family that loves him.

Ah.

We're the lucky ones.

Yeah.

I got the gumballs, and I got you the red one.

Because I know it's your favorite color.

Dad.

Thank you, son.

Bye -bye.

Bye.