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Mr. and Mrs. Smith sat on the couch. Lyle sat in the armchair across from them, his companions standing behind him. Patty came out from the kitchen, holding two mugs in each hand. "Here's the coffee you asked for. We only have instant."

Lyle took one of the cups. "Fabulous."

Patty sat down next to her mother and patted her knees. "Here Mittel. Come here." A grey and white schnauzer jumped up into her lap. "Good boy."

"Why do you want us for your show?" Asked Mrs. Smith.

"Henry, Zelda, Baby! You're just the type of family we've been looking for!" Said Lyle slickly. "Average Americans with an unusual disability: Dwarfism!"

Patty moved closer to her mother. "You wanna make something of it?"

"No, not at all! Well," Lyle corrected himself. "Yes! We want to make a TV show based on your lives! Show the world who you really are!"

Mrs. Smith looked at her husband. "I don't know…"

"Think about it, Mrs. Smith! You and your family could change the way the world looks at 'Little People!' Show them that even though you're different, you're just like any other family!"

Mrs. Smith brightened. "Well, if it helps other people like us…"

"And," said Lyle, taking out a pen and notebook. "We're prepared to offer you a lucrative sum for your cooperation."

"Really? How much?" Asked Patty's father. Lyle scribbled down a number and held up the paper.

Mrs. Smith collapsed against her husband. "Oh my!"

"That's per show by the way."

"Oh my!" Mrs. Smith said again. Mr. Smith put his arm around her.

"We'll have to talk about this as a family, mind you…"

"Of course, of course!" Said Lyle. "My number's on the card! Take as much time as you need!" Then quickly under his breath he said, "You have until next Saturday." He snapped his fingers. "Come on, Billy, Jerry, Todd. We have an episode of 'Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby' to film!"

As soon as the front door closed, Mrs. Smith cried, "Henry! Do you know what this means? We can pay off all our bills!"

Mr. Smith stared wide eyed at the number on the paper. "We could even buy a house!"

Patty let Mittel jump off her lap. "We'd have to move?"

"Well, not right away, Dear." Said Mrs. Smith. "We'd wait until summer when you've finished school."

"But I like living here. We've always lived in this house."

"But Patty, think of the possibilities!" Said Mrs. Smith. "Your Dad won't have to worry about his job at the factory! I could quit the DMV! We could get the phone and cable back!"

Mr. Smith leaned back against the sofa cushions. "Heck, we could even get a satellite dish!"

"We can send you to college, Patty! Without student loans!"

"I don't need to go to college," Patty shrugged. "Really. I could just get a job and live at home so I can take care of you two."

"That's sweet, Patty, but no. You'll go to college and do things right!" Mrs. Smith put a hand on her husband's. "I always wanted to go to college, Henry."

"Me too. But now Patty can go and have the life we never had!" They looked at their daughter. "What do you say, Pumpkin Head? Do you like the idea?"

"Because if you're not comfortable, we won't do it. But," Mrs. Smith leaned toward her. "It would really help us a lot!"

Patty was quiet for a moment. Her parents had always struggled with making ends meet. And she hated to see them worry over money. Even as a little girl, at night she could see her parents through the bedroom door, sitting at the old rickety kitchen table in their booster seats, trying to pay enough bills so that the family could survive…

"Patty?" Mr. Smith interrupted her memories. "Patty, what do you say?"

Patty shrugged again. "I guess its ok…"

Both her parents cheered and hugged each other. Patty frowned and stared out the window. "I still don't like that Lyle guy…"