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You know the river is that about

174, 175,

176, 177.

How much was that?

178?

177. That's how you can forget 300.

177 seconds. But when I started, I could only do 33.

That's because when you started, Clay, you were only five years old.

That doesn't matter.

Yeah, it does.

It's getting light. I better hurry.

We got until the end of the fair to make it to 300.

Just keep practicing.

That's what I'm talking about. Going for the record.

now, sunshine.

Already? Yep, already.

I

promised

I'd paint the fence, didn't I? Hourly for the past six weeks.

Well, you know, the bear shrunk today.

We should have thought about that six weeks ago.

You can't keep breaking your word, Will. It shows bad character.

It's not like I'm trying to break it. Good.

I just want some movies. It's not even for me. It's for Cousin Clayton. He

me. No, Will.

Oh, come on. Please. No.

All right.

But you're the one who's going to tell Cousin Clayton, not me.

What about Clayton?

Well, I vomited my practice with him.

He has his heart set on winning the Hold Your Breath competition this year, and

he needs me.

You know, Clay, he's got trouble with confidence.

How long?

To paint the fence.

To help your cousin Clayton.

Well, we're going to need to practice, and we'll probably have to check out the

competition up there.

Are you making up this story just to get out of painting the fence?

Bertie, I would never leave that.

Yes, you would, Will.

Tomorrow, you are hitting the fence.

No problem.

Ladies and gentlemen, you bet. And you can win $25

,000 in real American gold eagle coins.

177, 178, 179, 180, 181,

182, 183.

That's a new record for today, ladies and gentlemen.

183 seconds in the water.

Good, eh? Yeah.

a chance to break the fair record of 299 seconds and win this beautiful brand

new dirt bike come on who's next now who out there thinks that they can break

this fair record who wants to win it can you win it who can hold their breath

for 200 seconds who can hold their breath for 300 seconds that's right

and gentlemen guess the amount of pennies in the big jar

That's right.

Just fill out the form with your best guess. Hand it to my lovely assistant.

you could win $25 ,000 in gold.

How about it, little girl? How about you ask your mother for $5?

Don't let some idiotic loyalty get in the way of your future.

I know.

I was, you was.

Isn't that your girl over there Phil's having fun with?

No, just a neighbor.

Hey, look.

If she's just a neighbor, you won't mind Phil there winning her a couple of

those little snuggly teddy bears.

He'd still get a little snuggle of his own.

You want that one, right? Yeah.

Why don't you win that girl a bear?

For what?

Everybody loves a winner, Will.

Come on.

Show that girl what you got.

You're not afraid, are you? Ask a couple of corndogs, Will.

Thank you.

Why don't you ask your talented cousin here what he thinks you should do?

Ask me what?

Zane, I have one for you, too.

Is Phil gonna be there?

What?

Don't sweat off me if you like Phil, okay?

I don't care. I don't like Phil.

Yeah, right.

I don't.

Well, look, it's no big deal if you do.

It is a big deal. Otherwise, I wouldn't be acting like such a jerk.

Come to my party or don't.

No, I'm the one who doesn't care.

Is it just means I can't go either?

Shut up, Clay.

I've been looking all over for you guys.

You're not going to believe what I heard.

It happened over in Clarksville about six months ago.

See this kid, Eddie Maxwell, and his little brother, Steve?

Snuck into the fair after it was closed.

See, Steve was just trying to do something nice for his little brother.

So he strapped Eddie into that chair.

See the one that's taped off? Dude, that's why they don't let anyone use it

anymore.

What happened?

Well, first Eddie kept shouting.

Steve didn't really know what he was doing.

So, Ferris wheel went faster, then too fast.

And then, Eddie started screaming, Make it stop!

Make it stop!

Steve hit buttons and pulled levers, but no matter how much he tried, he

couldn't get the Ferris wheel to stop. But then, Steve must have found the

button, because the Ferris wheel stopped dead. And Eddie, he was like catapulted

right out of his seat.

And when he came down, he went straight through the roof of that haunted house

right over there.

And you know what else?

He's still in there.

Who?

Eddie Maxwell.

No way.

Way.

You know, he found his body.

At night.

Everyone's gone.

Eddie Maxwell haunts that house for real.

How do you know?

My brother Toby's friend Michael, whose sister's boyfriend is the guy Keith.

You know.

He saw Eddie Maxwell last night.

If Eddie Maxwell is really in that house, I gotta see him.

Why?

Don't you want to be able to say that we saw a ghost?

No.

Night,

guys. Night.

Well?

This will be waiting for you in the morning.

Go to sleep. Come on.

Don't go.

Go home.

Hey, it's just a cat.

Yeah, a cat in the ghost chair.

I'm leaving.

What's that?

Huh?

I swear I just read something.

Wow.

You see that?

You know what they say.

If you catch an owl staring directly at you, it means death is near.

Well, then that's great. That means Eddie Maxwell is definitely in there.

How do you know it's not our death that's near?

Clayton, you just hid in a porta potty for three hours. There's no way I'm

turning back now. Come on, let's go.

What do you think?

Go home now?

Wait, wait.

Did you hear that?

They're coming from Lizzie Borden's house.

Is that even actual? I don't know.

If it is, who's he talking to?

I don't know. What could it be?

My first choice.

All right.

Look at these cards that you up there in Copperfield.

Did you paint the numbers on here yourself?

I can't see.

Who is it?

No,

it's Joe and Mr. Potter.

And Betsy's dad. He's drunk.

One, you are not only God, my money, and two, by tomorrow, everyone in this

town...

I still can't really see.

What happened?

I still can't see. What are they doing?

They're taking Matthew's dad's gun.

I don't understand why Coach Drew would do that.

Mr. Potter thought Coach Drew was cheating.

That's no reason to shoot somebody.

I don't know, Clay. You saw it too.

I didn't see it.

This big dummy was in my way.

What?

Do you think we should tell somebody?

Like who, Clay?

I don't know. The police?

No. No.

Definitely not. That's only going to lead us to trouble.

Number one, we were supposed to be at home in bed.

And Bertie will ground me until I'm like 40.

Number two, we were trespassing.

We go to jail.

And number three, if Coach Joe finds out we saw it, he'll kill us too, Clay.

Like he killed Mr. Potter.

I didn't see.

Oh, okay. So we've got to kill me.

Does that make you feel any better?

I don't.

Yeah.

Maybe Mr. Potter wasn't even hurt that bad. He could be at the hospital right

now, recovering.

Maybe.

You know, I bet somebody heard the gunshot.

You know what? I bet Coach Joe was being arrested right now, and all of this

wouldn't even matter.

I bet that could happen.

Yeah, exactly.

Why would we get ourselves in a whole bunch of trouble over what could be

nothing?

Uh, make a pact.

We won't tell anybody anything until we find out exactly what happened.

Agreed?

Pact?

You're sure you saw what you saw, right?

I wouldn't lie to you, Claire.

Well, Clayton?

Wake up.

Did you two sneak out last night after I went to bed?

Sneak out?

Why are you answering a question with a question?

Did you or didn't you?

There's someone here to see you.

Officer Johnson.

Come downstairs.

Quick as you can.

Quick, fellas.

Guy?

Sorry if I woke you up.

It's okay.

What's going on at Betsy's house? There was a robbery last night at the fair.

Somebody stole that $25 ,000 in gold coins.

Robbery?

Hoping you guys might have seen something.

Heard something.

I know you were at the fair yesterday.

You can get that if you want. Just about done here.

All right, then.

I'll be right inside.

We left early.

To go swimming.

So, Timmy says you guys were going back to the fair last night.

We were going to do that, but, uh, you know, Clay got a little scared, and

everybody wanted us to come by dark, so... So you didn't see anything?

Sorry.

It's a shame, you know, the fair put up a $1 ,000 reward for anybody who might

have seen something.

$1 ,000?

Bet you guys could have used that.

Yeah, but... Too bad we weren't there.

Wish we were.

Didn't Judge Ramos know the gold?

Well, if not the gold, we're worried.

You guys give us a call if anything pops in your head, okay?

No,

no, no.

Who told you that? Is that what you heard? No, no.

Oh, no, no, no. Judge Ramos is not being arrested. He's being questioned. But

they definitely think that he killed Mr. Potter.

His gun was found at the scene near the body. But the judge doesn't remember

anything that happened. And Helen said that he climbed into bed around 4 a .m.

Oh, and Coach Joe was playing there, too. And he went home early, leaving

Ramos and Mr. Potter alone there.

Oh, please. Everybody knows that Chuck's wrong. He's drunk with a gun and a

gambling problem.

Mark my words, it will be just a matter of time before they arrest him.

Poor Betsy. She's going to be heartbroken.

What are we going to do?

I think we should go back to Officer Johnson and tell him the truth.

Sure, Clay.

You know, it's not like we just swore up and down that we weren't at the fair

and we didn't hear any gunshots and stuff like that.

Did you see Coach Joe shoot Mr. Potter?

No, but you did.

Okay, then it's just going to be my word against his.

Who do you think they're going to believe?

I can say that I saw it, too.

Thanks, but, you know, we lied to Aunt Bertie, we lied to the police.

They're only going to call us liars.

We are liars, Will.

What we need to do is get some proof.

What kind of proof?

The gold.

Coach Joe killed Mr. Potter, then took the gold and framed Judge Ramos for it.

If we could find the gold, we could prove that.

That would be cool.

Yeah, it'd be great.

It'd be like a treasure hunt.

I'd get to save Betsy's dad and we'd split the reward.

Alright, I'm in.

But I do have one question.

How are we going to find the gold?

We'll just follow Coach Joe until he's right through it.

This is going to work.

Count for me.

Oh, come on!

You're dead!

You gotta catch me first!

Oh,

that's okay. Thanks.

We don't want to sit with him.

He should be ashamed of himself.

For him in here.

Hi.

Reverend McCarthy said I could say a few words before service.

Thank you, Reverend.

I know all of you know what happened with my dad, and I know what you're

thinking.

But my dad's a good person.

He might drink a little.

Maybe he drinks a lot. And yet, he gambles, sometimes too much, and my mom

mad at him.

But my father is a good person who would never hurt anyone.

So just, all of you, stop your gossiping and whispering, thinking we're ashamed.

We are not ashamed.

When the truth comes out that my dad didn't do it all, you think he did?

You're the ones who are going to be ashamed.

So you can all take your prayers today and ask God to forgive you.

But you said he was going fishing, right?

That's what I said.

What do you think's in the bag?

I don't know.

Bait? Lunch?

That's a pretty big lunch.

Maybe he's hungry.

Or maybe it's the gold.

In a shopping bag?

What do you expect him to do, Clay? Carry it around in a sack with a dollar

on it?

Next time I see you, you said me.

What are we going to do, Will?

Well, I think we've got to just wait until he comes out.

That could take forever.

Will.

Stop shushing me.

You all right?

You want to get posed? Get posed?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

You lost the bag in the house.

What do you think that means?

It means you ate lunch or something.

Where are you going?

He's fishing.

That's great.

I'm going to go look for the bag.

Just stay here, and if he leaves, follow him.

Wait a minute.

I don't want to follow him. Not by myself.

Okay, then I'll follow him, and you go look for the bag.

I don't want to go for the bag.

Okay, then I'll follow him, and I'll go for the bag.

That'd be impressive.

Look, I'm going to go back to the house, okay?

And if he starts to head back...

Find out some way to warn me.

Ow. You know what, Clay?

I don't know. It's your turn to think of something.

Oh boy.

Joe! Is that you, Joe?

Is that you, Joe?

It's your first date!

Get up, get up, get up. Coach is coming. Get up, get up.

Let's go, let's go.

Don't get up, don't get up.

Stay down, stay down.

Phil here.

No, just pick him up after breakfast.

All right.

Oh,

hey, Clay, I gotta go.

Yeah, I'll just, I'll call you right back.

Hey.

Hi.

I want to thank you for what you did at church.

You know, sitting with us?

No, no, no, it was no problem.

You know, it was actually Aunt Bertie's idea, but... Um, your dad's a good guy.

Jimmy Johnson says you and Clayton were at the fair the night Mr. Potter was

killed.

Is that true?

You know, Jimmy, he's saying that to everyone.

No, no, of course, we were not there. But you know Jimmy, he loves making up

stories. Why would anybody do that?

I was just hoping that maybe you thought something.

You know, if you were there.

Coach is the only one who could have killed Mr. Potter.

I don't understand why the police are believing his lies.

You having second thoughts about coming out for the team?

No, sir.

Just watching.

You're coming down to watch practice because you hate football.

I never said I hate football.

It's not too late to change your mind.

Ellen, it's not too late to change your mind either.

You know, Clayton is good enough to make second string at least.

I don't have a spot for Clayton.

You know why you don't have a spot?

It's because there's too many rich kids on your team whose parents donate money.

But you know as well as I do that Clayton doesn't suck half as bad as some

these kids.

That's why you're not playing?

Because Clayton didn't make the team?

Do you want to give Will and I a moment?

See you later.

Will, let's get our cards right up on top of the table.

Okay. You didn't come down here to watch practice because you like seeing other

people play.

Why are you really here?

You got me, Coach.

I've been down here waiting for Betsy.

I'd really appreciate it if you didn't tell, though, because I feel like an

Arnold.

Okay.

No hard feelings.

You're a smart kid, Will.

Tough cookie.

I'm a little tough by health.

Mark, too.

That's why you and I get along, right?

We both know what we want, and we're not afraid to go after it.

With me, Will?

All the way, Coach.

You remember that, and you'll be all right.

Clay? Hi.

I think I know where the gold is.

Coach Joe buried the gold and then wrote the number 18 on his hand so he

wouldn't forget.

I don't know, Will.

You don't just scribble the number 18 on your hand.

You scribble the square root of 2016, maybe.

You scribble a number with a decimal point, maybe.

But not the number 18.

No, Clay. It has to be on the 18 -yard line.

Oh, the number just arrived.

Right here, yeah, yeah.

Just go for it.

Only 24 ,999 more to go.

Sorry.

Should be around here.

I have a feeling.

Feeling's getting close.

This is it.

This is it. No, Clay, pay attention. This is it.

Come on, right here.

Come on, come on, Clay. Put a little back into it. We don't want to be here

night.

You know what? You know what? Here, stop, stop, stop. Just give me it. Let

show you how to do it.

This is how a real man does it.

I'm arresting him right now.

His fingerprints were the only ones found on the gun. Ballistics came back a

match.

That's how you say it, Margaret. Ballistics came back a match.

Don't criticize me because I watch television.

You, your common sense. The judge was the only other person in the room when

Potter was killed.

No, no, no.

Coach Joe was with someone else that night.

They swore to it. I don't know who, but I just know that Coach Joe has an

airtight alibi.

I know, Margaret.

Margaret, knock it off.

What do you mean?

What do you think he's doing?

Buying liquor?

Hmm.

Maybe. The number got washed off his hand, and he can only remember where the

gold was buried when he struck.

Okay, well if you're so smart, what does the number 18 mean?

Here's a radical thought.

He's a football coach. It's a football play.

Here he comes.

Put the head on.

So let's go!

I wonder who she is.

Maybe it's his mother.

She's really weird.

She's crazy. She tried to kill me with her blind lady key.

You see what I see?

Yeah.

No, the number's on the mailbox.

18, Riverbank Road.

Oh, Clay, that's great. That means the gold's definitely in there.

What gold?

What gold are you talking about?

Shh.

What gold are you talking about?

Keep it down.

You were there, weren't you?

Just like Jimmy Johnson said, you were there that night at the fair.

That's why our phone comes still.

And you didn't say anything because you wanted the reward money, right?

No. For once in your life, we'll tell the truth.

Were you guys there?

Did you see what happened?

No. Yes.

Ow!

It's your fault my father's in jail.

You could have just told the truth and everything would have been fine.

You don't know how to do that, do you?

I'm going to the police.

No, no, you can't.

Why not?

Because they won't believe you.

Okay, okay, yes.

Clay and I were at the fair that night.

But only I saw Coach Joe kill Mr. Potter.

It's true.

I tried to see him, but I got scared by a flying dummy.

Okay, so now we're going to the police, and you're going to tell them that.

No. It'll be my word against Coach's.

And he's an alibi.

Someone to say that Coach was with him when Potter got killed.

And it's probably his mother.

I don't know how she would have seen him, even if he was with her.

What? She's blind.

And crazy.

That's her house.

Number 18.

So?

When you left the football field yesterday, Coach and I shook hands and

18 written on his.

It's a clue.

So ever since then, Clay and I have been following him.

All he's really done alone is fish and visit his mother in that house.

Look, if you want to save your dad, you'll stick with my plan.

What plan?

I think the gold's in that house under the trapdoor.

If we can find it, then we can prove Coach Joe stole it.

But if Coach Joe's in there, how are you going to get to it?

Tomorrow's the bicentennial, right?

All you have to do is follow him the whole day, okay?

Early in the morning, Clay and I will sneak under the house and take the gold

before he comes back.

Well, today is the day.

You mean the bicentennial?

No, but if you work hard and fast, maybe you won't miss the whole thing.

Oh, Aunt Bertie.

I'm really sorry, but I cannot paint the fence today.

Believe me, it's a matter of life and death.

That's right, Will, it is. Because if you don't paint that fence, your life as

you know it is over.

Seriously, you want me to do... Paint.

In all truth, you want me to... Paint, just as I said.

Go on.

You can paint better than that. I've seen you do it.

I'm doing the best I can. You're not. Yeah, I am.

Give me the brush.

Okay. This is how you do it.

I'll show you how.

Okay. Now, you go off and down with the brush.

Three smudges.

Then, when you get to the edges, you turn the paintbrush.

Be careful.

You are so dumb.

You got knocked on the front door.

And then what?

I don't know. Make believe you're selling magazines or something.

I don't have any magazines.

She won't know that, Clay. She's blind.

Then why did we just hide from her when she looked this way?

Clay, just keep her at the front door long enough for me to sneak in through

window, find the trapdoor, and get the gold.

What am I supposed to say, Will?

Please, blind lady, don't beat me with your blind lady cane. My cousin's just

trying to steal from you.

Just keep her at the front door and everything will be fine.

This looks like a great place to drop anchor.

You can't run back of faith. It's too heavy.

I'll tell you what. Why don't you read me that death gate?

Okay, are you ready?

Go for it.

Why not this?

Look again, sweetie.

I think you're reading it upside down.

I can't hear you.

Hi,

ma 'am.

What? What?

Get rid of it.

Sorry to bother you on such a lovely day.

I... What do you want?

I'm... It's all right. I don't care.

My magazine...

You know your cat is dead? What cat?

Get out!

All right, girls, time for a break.

Hey Cliff!

Where's Coach Jobo? I thought I saw you with him.

He went to go get his mom.

Oh. Cliff, can you wait a minute?

Sure.

Oh, he's coming to the house.

Get out of there. Call me as soon as you can.

Hey, I need a ride to shore.

Here, hop on.

Will?

Where did you go?

Will?

Where did you hide her? Did you know that?

Great. More death.

Get me out of here.

You're supposed to be at the door distracting her.

It's not my fault. She has a dead cat in her arms. She doesn't even know she has

a cat.

This is not a good day, Will. It's too late, Clay. Come on.

Oh, crap.

I thought you wanted me to rob you.

Did I mention how much I hate rats?

I hate rats more than hiding in a porta potty.

I hate rats more than being chased around and shot at by a crazy blind

More than having my foot stuck in a vent and Betsy swinging an axe at it.

I hate rats more than Coach Joe trying to kill us.

Not so much I hate rats.

We have to go to the police.

They won't believe us.

Officer Johnson will.

Who thinks we would know about that anyway?

No. No, what we need to do is we need to figure out a way to get back under that

house and look for the gold.

We searched for the gold, Will. It's not there. No, no, we did not look.

It's all concrete down there. Where would it be?

I don't know. A secret passage.

A secret passage?

There's no secret passage, Will. Well, how do you know?

Because I know where the gold is.

What?

You said that the whole time you watched Coach Joe, all he did was fish and

visit his mom.

Yeah? You saw the number 18 on his hand.

But you were looking at it upside down.

If he wrote it on his hand, it would have looked like this.

8 .1 feet.

It's the depth of the river where he hid the gold.

Betsy, that's brilliant.

All he needs to do now is go to where Coach Joe fishes and find where the

is exactly 8 .1 feet.

You tried it your way.

You're going to Officer Johnson.

Clay, will you tell her, please?

Clay?

First you lied to Aunt Fruity.

Then you lied to Officer Johnson.

You even lied to Betsy.

I'm tired of all the lying, Will.

Little lies lead to big lies.

And the bigger lies lead to bigger, bigger lies that I don't even understand

anymore.

Maybe you don't want to go to Officer Johnson because you want to be the hero.

Like always.

Don't you really think?

I don't know. I just know that we have to save Betsy's dad.

And that I don't want to see another rat again for the rest of my life.

I never even got a chance to win it.

Go get another bike, lady.

It's not about the bike.

I'll be the best at something.

I'll be the best at a lot of things.

Will is too.

I've never been the best at anything.

Is this always next year?

Oh, thanks.

You better go.

Hey, Betsy, you bring my dirt bike back?

Yeah, thanks.

What are you doing with this loser?

You going to let him stop you from having a good time? Like you stopped

from playing on the team?

Come on, let's go.

Wait. What are you talking about?

Don't act like you don't know.

Will's not playing because you suck too much to make the team.

Is that true?

You're a jerk, Phil.

Come on.

Hey, can we get a ride?

Only if you can make it.

Tell him the truth.

Tell him the truth.

Listen to me, Margaret. I just spoke to Joan. She says Officer Johnson

swears that Coach Joe was having a drink at his house during the time of the

murder.

Had to be Judge Robin.

Yes, Margaret.

Why would you ever believe a word I say?

Margaret, you're driving me crazy.

You said that we could come to you with anything.

What's on your mind?

We have proof that my dad's innocent.

Really?

That's good news for your dad.

We also know where the stolen gold is.

Johnson yet, are you?

Yeah. Don't tell him anything!

It's Coach Joe's alibi. That means he's in on it.

I'll let you talk, Betsy.

You said you had proof of your dad's innocence.

Right.

Okay, I know this is going to be hard to believe, but... Betsy, tell him.

We... Me and Clayton... Clayton and I... Have... Absolute and

irrefutable proof that... There's... A... Secret passage.

A secret passage?

Right. In the haunted house.

And... Thieves.

Thieves?

Thieves from a foreign country.

Went through the secret passage.

Stole Judge Ramos' gun.

Shot Mr. Potter.

And then stole the gold.

Ray.

I think you should take them down to the station and get an official statement.

Yeah, we should do that.

No, really.

We really have to go.

But, um, we'd appreciate you looking into the... The secret passage.

Right.

Now that we got that off our chest, how about we swim back to shore?

That's it.

They're going to take the gold and they're going to hide it someplace else.

But we have to get to it first. Right.

What do you think?

Let's do it.

All right. Let's get on.

Okay, Bethany, I'm going to need you to find your Uncle John.

Tell him to be at the place where Coastal Fish is. It's about a quarter

upstream from his mother's house. You got it?

Got it.

Will! Yeah?

Hey, look, I'm really sorry I lied.

You know what?

Maybe if I just would have told the truth from the beginning, I wouldn't

got a thing on it.

Should we go kiss and make up later? Look.

Find your Uncle John. Okay.

No.

Get that damn thing out of the rock. What the hell are you doing? It's broke.

Give you some little help.

Come on, Ray.

Come on.

Move it. Get your back into it.

Whoa.

Okay, so Coach Joe is fishing somewhere around here, right? Right.

But how do we know where it's 8 .1 feet deep?

Well, that's what the hammer and rope are for.

Right.

Will?

What?

Is it true you didn't join the team because I suck?

Clay, you're my best friend.

They don't want you, they don't want me.

Now you gotta get the gold. You think you can do it?

I'm not coming up without it. All righty.

Here, hold on to this.

I've had it since the last fair.

Now at least I'll get a chance to use it.

Hey, come on!

Hello.

I just lost your cousin!

Clay? Clay!

If you can hear me, come up!

Thank you all for being here to celebrate my daughter Bessie's birthday.

I'd also like to say a few words to some of the people that are here with us

today.

About all the support that you've shown my family through this whole ordeal.

And how happy I am to really be home.

Enjoy. Oh, I also want to say how glad I am to let you know that this here in my

cup is apple juice.

Happy birthday, Nancy.

Thank you.

Where did Will go?

What a day for a daydream.

What a day for a daydreaming boy.

And I'm lost in a daydream.

Dreaming about my bundle of joy.

And even if time ain't really on my side.

It's one of those days for taking a walk outside.

on somebody's new moon.

What a day for a daydream.

Custom made for a daydreaming boy.

Now I'm lost in a daydream.

Dreaming about my bundle of joy.

Even if time is passing me by a lot.

I couldn't care less about the dues you say I got.

Tomorrow I'll pay the dues for dropping my low.

A pie in the face for being a sleepy boat tow.

What a day for a daydream.

What a day for a day.