Jinxed

My name is Meg Murphy.

This is my street.

And this is my house.

That's me.

Hi.

Okay, not the best first impression.

Let's skip ahead.

Much better.

So as I was saying, I'm Meg Murphy,

and today begins what I know

will be the greatest summer ever.

Being me can be exhausting.

My life is a little...

Strange.

But it's not just me.

My whole family is different.

Hi, mom.

- Good morning. - Morning, trouble.

Morning, dad.

Good morning, beautiful.

No, not you, Harold.

Yes, you do have beautiful eyes.

We may look normal,

but we're not like other families exactly.

So how did you sleep?

Great.

I was only woken up once when a bat flew into my room

and got stuck in my pillowcase.

Oh, that's good.

That's so much better than the angry badgers from last week.

Yeah.

- Well, it looks like somebody's summer

is getting off to a good start.

I know you don't like bacon.

There's cereal up there.

Easy enough.

Just go get that cereal up there on the shelf, right?

Just use the ladder

or a stool.

And the second one...

Nobody move.

Hi, baby.

Yeah, give mommy the orange.

Give mommy the orange, baby.

Give mommy the orange.

Okay, give it to mommy.

That's a good girl.

Give mommy the orange--

no!

Oh-ho-ho!

Oh!

Ugh!

Ooh!

Oh, not the bacon.

- Okay, troops, time to evacuate.

Charlie, time to go.

- Be right there, dad!

Whoo-hoo!

Whoa!

- Oh, I know. It's such a bummer.

Oh, that was so awesome.

I got it on video.

- Walk briskly to the exit, everyone.

- Okay, kids, grab your emergency suitcases.

- Okay, boys and girls, time to go.

Now I know.

- Out the door, Charlie. - Move, move, move.

- Let's go! Let's go!

- It's a good thing we have insurance on speed dial, huh?

- Yeah. Come on, Charlie.

Let me get my camera.

- Whoa, whoa, wait, wait.

Charlie, I'll get it.

Heh. Hey.

It still works.

Not again.

[Mischievous instrumental music]

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Clank!

Splorch!

Boof!

I wish I were normal.

I wish I could tell you that our house falling down

was a once-in-a-lifetime thing.

But this was the fourth time it had happened.

This year.

The local hotels have all politely told us

we're never, ever allowed back.

So this time we're staying with our grandpa in harvest hills.

Boing!

- Oh! Honey. Oh.

Honey.

- Okay. - Yeah, I'm stuck.

No, it's even worse.

- Okay, stop, just-- - yeah, okay, go ahead.

- Let me. - Yeah, just--

okay, got it?

That's the sweet spot...

Here's the deal:

My family is jinxed.

100 years ago, a witch put a magical curse

on my great great grandfather Tommy Murphy,

and now every Murphy since then

has been stuck with bad luck.

This isn't just any bad luck.

I mean, reputation-tanking, life-frazzling bad luck.

We call it Murphy's law.

If anything can go wrong,

it will.

But we figured out how to deal with it.

When you're a Murphy,

you have to see things a little bit differently

than everyone else.

- What? - What?

Gangy!

- Mom and dad taught us being a Murphy makes us special,

but that's a little harder to believe

now that I'm in high school.

As you can imagine,

being a walking disaster does not equal popularity.

People tend to run away from me,

hurricane Meg.

You might think I'm exaggerating the whole curse,

that I'm just accident-prone.

Nope.

The curse is real.

It's magic,

and it's out to get me.

I want to do something important with my life,

like become a famous scientist

and discover the cure for pimples.

But it turns out science is no match

for an evil spell.

I guess I should settle for just trying not to kill anybody.

Next up,

Meg Murphy.

I've tried to be normal,

but I don't even need to finish this sentence

because I'm sure you've already figured out

how that worked out for me.

Ready? Okay.

Oh!

- But in the whole history of Murphys,

no one's figured out how to break the curse.

Whenever I ask my parents about it,

they change the subject.

Twang!

- Hi. Sorry about this.

Let me grab it. Honk!

My house is-- hold on a sec.

Come on!

- Ha-ha! Oh, this is awkward.

Go ahead.

Go ahead. I'll go.

- If this curse had a magical cause,

it must have a magical solution.

I've got to find it this summer

so I can leave all this baggage behind me

and start high school,

normal.

Home sweet home for the time being.

This'll be fun, right, gang?

Hanging with grandpa.

24/7.

- Oh, I totally forgot about the second floor balcony.

It's perfect for a skating trick.

Oh, I can fly up the ramp to the railing,