Axe Giant: The Wrath of Paul Bunyan Page #5

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My great-Aunt Maybelle.

You know

what they would do to him

If they found him out there.

You know.

(Whispering)

you got a second chance.

You got a second chance.

Don't you let him down.

- It's time.

- I'll get the truck.

Stay right here.

- Maybe we should go with you.

- No, no, no.

You stay here.

Stay here.

I'm safer that way.

It's okay.

It's okay.

(Flies buzzing)

- Oh, my god.

(Wings flapping)

Dispatch, this is Tanner.

Can you read me?

Come in.

Debbie, can you read?

Come on in, over.

Damn.

(Suspenseful music)

Dispatch, can you read?

This is Tanner.

I need assistance

on the mountain.

We need help.

I'm at the fire tower.

Send backup.

If you can read me,

send backup.

(Radio whining and crackling)

Debbie, can you read me?

(Mysterious music)

(Loud crashing)

- (Roars)

(Growls)

(Glass shattering)

(Crashing)

- (Yells)

- Don't leave me!

No!

(Whimpers)

- (Growls painfully)

- (Grunts)

- Marty.

(Screaming)

- Rosa!

- (Shrieking)

Marty! Marty!

(Crying)

Marty!

(Crying)

Marty!

(Screaming)

(Gunshot)

- (Yells)

- Rosa.

- (Roars)

(Growling)

- You killed her,

you motherf***er!

I'll kill you!

I'll kill you, you monster!

Come and get me!

Come on!

Come on!

- No, come on.

- (Growls)

(Growls)

- Hey, ugly.

- Hmm?

- Dad.

(Gunshot)

- (Growling)

(Gunshot)

(Gunshot)

- Yes!

Killed that motherf***er.

- You okay, babe?

- I knew you'd come.

- All right.

We got to keep moving.

Those tranqs won't last long.

Let's go.

C.B., give her a hand.

- Come on, let's go.

Let's go.

We got to keep moving, guys.

- Are you okay?

- Don't you understand?

He's just a boy.

They want to take him away

from me,

And I can't let them do that.

- We're getting out of here,

old man.

- I can't let you go.

Drop that rifle, sheriff.

I'm gonna fill them

full of buckshot.

- No!

- No, Marty, stop!

(Gunshot)

- Damn.

- (Gasping)

- Ah, ah, ah,

not today, sheriff.

- Is it bad?

Is it bad?

I can't breathe.

- Let's go.

- Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.

(Chuckles)

Sorry, Maybelle...

but you ought not have shunned

Bunyan back there in 1894.

The end of the line there,

sweetie pie.

- You're history, old man.

- (Growls)

- History's the only future

I got here.

- (Laughs)

(Roars)

- We got to go.

Let's go.

Come on, go, go, go!

- (Roars)

- Truck's down this way.

Let's hurry.

Get in.

Hurry.

(Dramatic music)

You drive.

There's no time to argue.

You can do it, babe.

(Engine turns over)

(Tires squealing)

Faster! Faster!

Let's go.

Come on, go.

Go, go!

(Gunshots)

- (Growls)

(Gunshot)

(Growls)

(Gunshot)

(Yells)

(Growls)

(Gunshots)

(Gunshot)

(Growls)

(Gunshot)

(Gunshot)

(Yells)

- Come on, we got to go.

Go!

- Go, go.

- Whoa!

- Faster.

- I know!

(Tires screeching)

- (Yells)

(Tires screeching)

- Hold on.

- Go left.

(Tires screech)

(Grunts)

(Intense music)

- (Screams)

Dad, look out!

- (Growling)

(Tires screeching)

- (Screams)

- (Yells)

(Grunts)

- Dad.

Dad.

Are you okay?

- We got to go.

Come on.

Come on!

- Okay, let's go.

Go to the road.

- (Screams)

- Get onto the bridge.

Let's head for the bridge.

Go!

- (Growls)

Faster! Faster!

Get to the door!

Come on, keep going.

Keep going, let's go.

We got to make it

through the door.

Both:
it's locked.

- Get back.

(Gunfire)

(Men clamoring)

- Sheriff.

(Guns cocking)

- (Growling)

(Gunshot)

- Hey, you big son of a b*tch.

Pick on somebody your own size.

- (Growls)

(Growling)

- Get him, men.

Shoot him.

- Get down.

(Gunfire)

- (Growling weakly)

(Gunfire)

(Groans)

(Yells)

(Gunfire)

- Hold your fire, men!

- (Panting softly)

(Rasping incoherently)

Maybelle.

Maybelle!

(Crying)

(All cheering)

(Hooting and whooping)

- Are you okay?

Anyone hurt?

- No, we're all okay.

How'd you know where to find us?

- Oh, my dad picked up the call

on the scanner.

- Thanks, Budd.

- Well, it took a little time

to gather the boys,

But we got here.

- You got here just in time.

- Dude, did you see

my kill shot?

Pow!

Right between the eyes!

- No, you didn't.

That was my shot.

- Bullshit, I got him.

- Will you listen to those guys?

- Judging by the ears

and the slope of the forehead,

I'd say

it was your cousin Elroy!

- Screw you!

(Laughter)

- It's definitely bigfoot.

- No, that's sasquatch.

- You stupid son of a b*tch.

That's the same thing.

- It's not bigfoot.

It's not the mothman.

It's not Frankenstein.

It's not the jersey devil.

That's Paul Bunyan!

- Hey, we could put that

in front of the bar.

- No, mm-Mm.

- Hey, men.

Come here and give me hand

with this ax.

- It's over.

Come on, baby.

Let's go home.

- There's stories,

and there's legends.

Somewhere in the middle

lies the truth.

(Folk guitar music)

- now way up

in the wildness

of them Minnesota woods

there lived a boy

who swung an ax

and, man, he slung it good

he tried to help his people

but they killed

his only friend

and it drove him down

to meanness and sin

well, it drove him down

to meanness and sin

well,

the sins of the fathers

will be paid for by the sons

this here

is the ballad of Paul Bunyan

the sins of the fathers

will be paid for by the sons

this here

is the ballad of Paul Bunyan

a boy into a monster

took a whole damn town

to raise

cut and beat and chained up

then they buried him away

they kept the secret hidden

by the righteous light

of day

then they told

a fancy legend

so the logger camps

would stay

they told a fancy legend

so the logger camps

would stay

well,

the sins of the fathers

will be paid for by the sons

this here

is the ballad of Paul Bunyan

the sins of the fathers

will be paid for by the sons

this here

is the ballad of Paul Bunyan

and now a sleeping giant

wakes and rises

an ax blade is sharpened

through and through

vengeance comes in many shapes

and sizes

the tallest of all tales

is coming true

the tallest of all tales

is finally true

the evils of the fathers

will be paid for by the sons

this here

is the ballad of Paul Bunyan

the sins of the fathers

will be paid for by the sons

this here

is the ballad of Paul Bunyan

this here is the ballad

of Paul Bunyan

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