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Maybe the world is blind, or just a little unkind.

Don't know.

Seems you can't be sure of anything anymore.

Although, you may be lonely, and then one day

you're smiling again.

Every time I turn around, I see the girl

who turns my world around standing there.

Every time I turn around, her spirit's

lifting me right off the ground.

What's gonna be?

Guess we'll just wait and see.

Morning, Henry.

-Mrs. Johnson, you just aged me 10 years.

-Well, who'd ever notice?

How the little campers doing?

-Still asleep.

-Well, let's wake 'em up.

I've got good news for the girls.

-Brandon, go wake up Punky.

A tornado! A tornado!

-What happened?

-Brandon got us up.

He's our alarm dog.

-Is it morning yet? -Yes, Margaux.

You can take off your blindfold.

-It's not a blindfold.

It's a sleeping mask.

Punky, do you have anymore Strizene cream?

-What for?

-My skin.

Mother says you're never too young to look young.

And it works too, because I'm eight and a half,

and I don't look a day over seven.

-Good morning, ladies.

-Good morning, Mr. Warnimont.

-Cherie, did you enjoy your sleepover?

-It was great, grandma.

The only boring part was the sleeping.

-Yeah, we told ghost stories, played games, sang songs.

-I did a solo.

-And best part of all-- we became blood sisters.

-Yeah.

-Blood sisters?

-Actually, ketchup sisters.

We used ketchup, because blood is too icky.

-Good decision.

-Want to see the secret ceremony?

-Do we have a choice?

-No.

-With this ketchup we are bound together,

through all kinds of weather.

We'll be friends forever. -That's beautiful.

-Now we're double ketchup sisters.

-We're bound together for life.

-That's right.

Ketchup is thicker than water.

-Mrs. Kramer, do come in.

-Welcome to our humble abode.

-Well put.

Get dressed my petite Margaux.

It's time to say ciao to your little friends.

-Wait, girls. I haven't told you the big news.

-What big news, grandma?

-On the radio this morning, I heard

that Dolly Land in Downtown Skokie

just got in a shipment of Butter Lettuce Babies.

-Butter Lettuce Babies?

Butter Lettuce Babies!

-Calm down, girls.

- They always act like that when

they hear the words "Butter Lettuce Babies."

-Butter Lettuce Babies!

Butter Lettuce Babies!

-I have the same reaction when I hear the word "chinchilla."

-I don't understand the attraction

of these peculiar looking dolls.

-They're adorable.

And they're each different.

And you get to adopt them like real babies.

-You get to be their mommies.

-And anyone who is anyone simply must have one.

- Margaux, I don't have time to shop today.

I'll buy it for you tomorrow.

-But by tomorrow they'll be sold out.

If you don't get me one today, I'll just shrivel up and die.

-I'm sorry, sweetums, but it's simply impossible today.

I finally got an appointment with the most

famous hairdresser in the Midwest.

-Mr. Fredo?

-That's right.

He's going to give me a Fredo original.

Nobody in the world will have a hairdo like mine.

-I'd be glad to go get all the girls dolls.

Yay!

-But I can't.

The hospital has me on call.

-What are we going to do now?

-We're dead.

-We can kiss those dolls goodbye.

-Unless--

- No, don't look at me.

-Why not?

Because I can't get to Dolly Land.

Punky, you know my car's in the shop.

I'm sorry, girls.

If I had a car, I'd be glad to get to those dolls.

-Here, take mine. -What?

-I said that you could take my car.

-Yay!

-Yippee!

-Henry, here's the money for Cherie's doll.

-What?

-Don't worry about the kids.

I'll stay with them.

-But--

-And you can drop me off on your way.

-But--

-Way to go, Henry!

I knew you'd never let us down.

-Yay!

-Hi, Mrs. Johnson.

-What have you girls been doing?

-Making up a list of all the Butter Lettuce stuff

we want to buy.

I want the Butter Lettuce bassinet.

-I'm getting the Butter Lettuce pampers.

-And I want the Butter Lettuce condo.

-You got everything on that list but the Butter Lettuce kitchen

sink.

-Nope, that's right here.

-That's Henry!

-Mother, what happened to you?

-It's my new look. Tell me the truth, now.

What you think of Mr. Fredo's creation?

-Did he have time to finish it?

-Maybe it is a little bit much.

The cab driver did refused to take a tip.

-He did?

-Yes.

He said, forget it.

You're the best laugh I've had all week.

Yay!

-Everybody back!

You're as bad as those crazed mothers down in Dolly Land.

The heck happened to your head?

-Henry, be a little sensitive.

She knows it looks awful.

Sorry.

-Henry, did you get our Butter Lettuce Babies?

-Yeah?

-Let me explain what happened.

Dolly Land was mobbed.

A man who cut into the line was body slammed to the pavement

by a woman who bore a striking resemblance to Lionel Seto.

It took me an hour to get to the front of the line.

-But did you get our dolls?

-Well, I could only get one.

-You only got one doll?

-I'm afraid so.

This is a Dorinda May.

-She's beautiful.

-I love her.

-I want her so much.

-We have a serious problem here.

We have three children and one doll.

How do we decide this?

-Well, we all want to be fair.

-Right.

-We all want to be mature.

-Right.

-Margaux gets it.

-Cherie gets it.

-Punky gets it.

-I don't think we're getting anywhere.

-Who's going to be Dorinda's mom?

-There must be some way to decide.

-I know what to do.

Punky, hand me that writing pad.

I'll write each girl's name on a piece of paper,

fold it up, and pick the winner out of my hat.

-Why your hat?

-Because I'm the only one who has a hat.

-Who's going to be the one to pick

the winning piece of paper.

-Well, the way we do it in bridge club,

we take three thimbles-- it doesn't matter what color.

We take a candy red hot and put it under the thimble,

then we mix them all up, and that's

when we cut the deck of cards.

Now, if a one-eyed Jack comes up--

-Mrs. Kramer, there must be an easier way to do this.

-How about if Brandon picks the winner?

Brandon?

-Yeah, he won't cheat.

He doesn't even care.

-Well, it sounds good to me.

Mrs. Kramer?

-I suppose it's a solution.

-Well, I'm glad that much is settled.

Come on, Brandon.

Now it's up to you.

Good dog.

-What's does it say?

-It says Punky.

-Yippee!

Thanks, Brandon.

-Let me see that paper.

-Punky, Dorinda May belongs to you.

Sorry we all didn't get dolls.

-Mother, I want to go home.

-Me too, grandma.

-I knew we shouldn't have used his hat.

-Or her dog.

This whole thing was rigged from start to finish.

-Wait a minute, Mrs. Kramer.

-Mr. Warnimont, you'll be hearing from my attorney.

I'll see you in court.

-And when she tells it to the judge, you'll lose, Henry.

As long as she covers up that hair.

Let's go, Cherie.

-Okay, Brandon, give me all your twos.

Never mind.

Even if you do have twos, I don't want them.

Okay, Dorinda, you give me all your twos.

What, I have to go fish?

Are you sure you don't have any twos?

Dorinda, you have three twos.

You can't win if you don't concentrate.

What am I going to do with you?

-Punky, you enjoying your campout?

-Yeah, We're pretending that there's

a tornado outside our tent, and we're

playing card to pass time away.

I don't want Dorinda to hear this,

but she's an awful card player.

-Well, she's just a baby.

Maybe she'll get the hang of it if she

sees you play with Cherie and Margaux.

-They don't want to play with us.

They've been ignoring me, Henry.

-Mrs. Johnson, haven't seen you for days, come in.

-This is not a social visit, Henry.

I'm here to pay the rent.

- I never turn away anyone with money.

-But before I write my check, I want to show you my deductions.

-Deductions?

-That's right.

I'm taking off $30 for the doll I never got.

-All right, all right.

-And I'm charging you half the price of that pepperoni pizza

I brought down here last week.

- Then you owe me half the price

of those doughnuts I bought on Friday.

You scarfed down all the jelly ones.

-Those doughnuts were day-old, and there's

no way I'm paying full half-price.

-Fine, fine, just write the check.

-OK.

-Hi, you guys.

-Cherie, did you hear a voice?

-Yeah, Punky's.

- Cherie. .

I guess not.

-You guys want to play with me and Dorinda in our tent?

-No.

We're going to get our ice cream.

-Ice cream?

-Yeah, I'm getting rocky road, and she's

getting fudge delight.

-Can Dorinda and I come?

-Dorinda, you can come if you want to,

but not if you bring your wicked stepmother.

-I'm not wicked.

I won Dorinda fair and square.

-Come on, Cherie.

Let's wait upstairs.

Just the two of us.

-Why are you guys treating me this way?

I mean, we're supposed to be ketchup sisters.

We swore we'd be friends forever.

I guess ketchup isn't thicker than water after all.

-Shall we go, Cherie?

-No.

Both you girls plant yourselves inside the tent.

Mrs. Johnson and I are going to the kitchen

to have a little chat.

Stay put.

There's a tornado coming.

Mrs. Johnson, we're supposed to be an example for the children.

Now, if we can't get along, how can

we expect them to get along?

-You're right, Henry.

I'm sorry for the way I've been acting.

-I apologize too.

-Friends again?

-Friends again.

Now, let's see if we can get our children back together again.

-We don't need ice cream.

Rocky road's bad for Dorinda's teeth,

and fudge delight always upsets your stomach.

-Punky, how's it going? -Fine.

-Are you sure?

-Absolutely.

Henry, it really hurts the way

Margaux and Cherie are treating me.

I mean, I might expect it from Margaux,

but Cherie's supposed to be my best friend.

-Why don't you go to them and tell them how you feel?

-Why should I go to them?

They're the ones being mean.

-Somebody has to make the first move.

-But it's not my fault.

-Sometimes it doesn't matter who's fault it is.

There are other things are more important.

-Like what?

-Like friendship.

-Well, I do miss Cherie, and I almost miss Margaux.

But they don't want to be around me.

I don't want to be around them either.

-Do you hear something? -No.

-It's very faint.

-What is it?

-It sounds like crying.

Dorinda, are you crying?

-What's she crying about? -Just a minute.

-What'd she say?

-She's unhappy.

-How come.

-Is it OK if I tell her.

-Please, Dorinda, I really want to know.

-Can't I tell her, please?

She says, it's her fault you're fighting with your friends.

-But it's not her fault.

-She says you all got along fine until she arrived.

-Let me talk to her.

I'm sorry I made you cry.

And I promise I'm going to make things all better.

-How?

-I've got an idea.

-In my opinion, Punky caused the whole problem

by winning the doll.

-Suppose you had won it.

-There'd be no problem.

-Cherie, Margaux, Punky has something to say to you.

Mrs. Johnson.

-Guys, Dorinda and I have talked things over.

-Cherie, did you hear a voice?

-Yeah, this time I know it's Punky.

-Cherie.

We're not speaking to her. -Yes, we are.

At least, I am.

What do you want to say, Punky?

-Well, ever since we started fighting,

I've been feeling really bad.

-Me too.

-I've been fine.

-I want to make up.

And so does Dorinda.

We've come up with a plan.

-A plan?

-Yeah, Dorinda doesn't want me to be her mother anymore.

She wants all of us to be her mother.

Don't you, Dorinda?

-She wants three mothers?

-Yeah, but one at a time.

We'll each get her for one week.

-Hey, what a great idea!

-We'll all adopt her together.

-It'll be just like having joint custody.

-We are bound together through all kinds of weather.

We'll be friends forever.

-Doesn't that do your heart good?

-It certainly does.

Now maybe Mrs. Kramer will drop her lawsuit against me.

-The one she should have sued was Mr. Fredo.

-Wow.

Hey, look where it says parent.

There's only room for one mother's name.

- No, what are we going to do?

How about if we combine all of our names

together, like this-- "Chair" "Mar" Brewster.

-Hold on.

Why's the last name Brewster?

It should be "Cherky" Kramer.

-The best name would be "Punk-o" Johnson.

-How about if we write down all three names

and put them in a hat?

-OK, well, who gets to choose?

-Brandon.

OK, Brandon.

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