(A/N: Wow, lots of reveiws lately. Guess I must be doing something right. One question I have to ask since I don't own the movie so I can check, but is the post office woman's name really Juliet? I had no clue what her name was, so I just want to make sure before I have her in another chapter. I know it's sad, but I'm a blonde so forgive me.)

"I liked that lady," said Marissa as they drove home. "She was nice." Mort rolled his eyes and continued towards his house. "Mr. Rainey," said Marissa who was now staring out the back window.

"What?" he asked, looking up into the rearveiw mirror.

"Some old man's following us."

"Crap!" he growled, watching his language this time, and pulled over, knowing who it was.

"Is he a cop?" asked Marissa, looking worried now.

"Not exactly," muttered Mort.

But he sure as hell annoys me as much as one, he added in his head. The sheriff stepped up to his side window, and Mort rolled it down.

"Afternoon, Mort," the sheriff acknowledged.

"The road was blocked," said Mort, looking at him but trying not to seem so disgruntled. "I would have waited, but I had to go to the store."

"I know," said the sheriff. "But if it hadn't been I could have you arrested."

"For shopping?"

"Not exactly. Some of the citizens are getting restraining orders."

"What?!" he muttered. "All because of some rumor? That's bull and you know it."

"No I don't, Mort," said the sheriff. "I don't know what to expect from you anymore."

"That's very kind of you," he answered with a sarcastic smile.

"And who's this?" asked the sheriff, glancing into the back seat where Marissa was. She stared at him blankly, a small hint of distrust on her face.

"Oh that," said Mort, trying to do some fast thinking. "She's my niece," he said softly. "I'm baby sitting her for a few days while her parents are on vacation."

"No..." said Marissa.

"Yes you are," said Mort, leaning over and signalling her to be quiet.

"I see," said the sheriff, obvisouly not fooled. "Step out of the car ma'am." Marissa opened the door, and Mort sat in his seat, watching with anticipation. The bastard wouldn't...

"Do you know this man?" asked the sheriff. Marissa nodded with a grin.

"That's Mr. Rainey. He's cool!"

"What about your parents? Where are they?" Marissa stood frozen for a minute and glanced over at Mort, who was trying to think of how to say 'vacation' with his hands. The sheriff glanced back at him, and Mort waved back with a fake smile. Rolling his eyes, he turned back to Marissa. "Are your parents really on vacation?"

"No," said Marissa. Mort slammed his head into the back of his seat. Why did the twirp have to be honest? Had no one taught her how to lie properly? "They're letting me stay at Mr. Rainey's for the weekend," she said suddenly, surprising both Mort and the cop. Mort ran his right hand up the side of his face, letting the fingers tangle into his hair, and watched, praying that he would buy it.

"Is he really your uncle, miss?" asked the sheriff.

"Yup," said Marissa. "He's the best uncle ever! He let me stay up late, and he made me not scared of thunder no more, and he's funny." Mort rested his right elbow on the steering wheel, his hand still in his hair. The kid was lying through her teeth, and was almost completely convincing.

"Funny?" asked the sheriff.

"Uh-huh! Very funny, like last night when he said a bad word and-"

BEEP!

Mort's elbow slipped on the steering wheel and hit the horn on accident. He jumped with a small yelp, raising his hands up and away from the horn. The sheriff glanced back at him, and Mort looked back, giving a small grin, and sitting back, more relaxed.

"Yeah," said the sheriff, making an awkward face at Mort and looking back at Marissa. "He's a funny guy."

"I like him," she said with a smile. "He's the funnest." Mort smirked a little, not caring now whether or not the sheriff believed her. She was honest when she said that.

The sheriff smirked and tipped his hat at her. "Have a good day miss," he said with a smile. He looked back at Mort with the same smile. "Take care Mort." Mort smiled back, but in his head was boring holes into him with his eyes. Marissa climbed back into the car, and Mort drove off once he was allowed to.

"Who was that guy?" she asked.

"Annoying," muttered Mort. "He likes to drive me crazy."

"I lied," said Marissa, looking guilty. "I told him you were my uncle."

"No!" said Mort in a sarcastic tone. "That's a serious thing to lie about."

"I'm sorry," she said, truly apologetic.

"Well, if you can keep it a secret, I won't tell him." Marissa smiled.

"Thanks, Mr. Rainey."

"You can call me Mort," he said with a smirk.

(I need to know the name of the post office woman before I can continue, just so I don't get angry fans yelling at me. The Harry Potter ones are still getting on my case for getting Squib and Muggle mixed up! So, please tell me her name in your reviews. Cheers!

-Smeagol's (Don't be a hater! Vote for Nader!) girl