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Great acting, charming script, and decent cinematography. I expect it will take a few Oscars this year.
But I was a little disappointed with the ending. Can we get the director’s cut? How huffliy did they leave? Did they make some sort of totally ignorant remarks?
Entertain me, dammit!
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Ah, I see my fans are calling. 
Director’s cut edition, with extended finale!
They left huffily with the usual retorts of complaining to the manager’s boss and the general unfairness of it all.
The stern-faced manager, in a nicely done cameo, strode to the parents and informed them that their Little Rascals had been seen knocking over a DVD display, and that they were risking other customers’ safety and the safety of the kids by allowing them to run through the store unsupervised. Furthermore, as he finished his inspiring monologue, he declared that the store could not be held responsible for the safety of their children, and that the decidedly foul language the kids were using (Director’s commentary: I personally thought that was an exaggeration. I really only heard one of the kids curse, one time, but then again, we encourage our talent to be creative and ad-lib on occasion. Back to the performance.) was not acceptable and was disturbing the other customers. He then informed them they would need to gather up their three Mini-Me replicas and leave the premises.
Clueless Mom, with a scowl on her face worthy of Bette Davis, attempted to jerk the space-shuttle sized stroller forward in an attempt to show defiance and prove that they didn’t really want to be in that crappy store anyway, and only succeeded in tipping over the sippy cup that had been precariously perched on the handlebars. For, you see, she hadn’t released the wheel levers that would allow the stroller wheels to roll forward. (Director’s commentary: She took care to push down the levers on the wheels of the stroller to prevent it from rolling away, but yet took no precautions to secure her children from rolling away. Back to the performance.)
Bending down, she retrieved the errant sippy cup and threw it into the seat of the stroller as Clueless Dad bellowed out for the errant children to gather round so they could “get out of this place”. I marveled that her costume, which consisted of skintight shorts that appeared to have been painted on three sizes too small, didn’t split along the backseam when she bent over from the waist. (Director’s commentary: Luckily, although the climactic scene was threatened by a wardrobe malfunction, we made it through without incident.)
Clueless Dad, with his face hanging out, badly in need of a makeup touch-up, mentioned something along the lines of, “I bet your Corporate Offices would like to know you are driving away their business and families like us pay your salary.” (Director’s commentary: This is my nomination for the Academy Award’s Stupidest Line Ever.)
As the giant War of the Worlds Tripod alien bellowed again, his mini-minions answered his bidding, amazingly, and by that time Clueless Mom had recalled the workings of the stroller, and they positively exuded an air of cluelessness as they huffily vacated the store.
::closing credits::
Wait, I forgot to throw a hissy fit at the beginning and ask what my motivation was! Is it too late?
Nobody…I mean NOBODY can insult people like the teeming millions.
