Box of Moon Light Page #6

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and he said,

"no. It's after 9:00.

It's probably closed.

We'll take him in the morning."

So we went to sleep.

Soon as it was light,

I look under my bed...

Because that's where

Barky always slept...

and I saw his tongue

sticking out, all black.

I touched him,

and he was already hard,

like there was cement under his fur.

He was... he was dead.

My dad said he must

have eaten some poison.

Your dad's a f***ing a**hole!

Why?

He should have taken him to the vet!

I don't care what time it was!

He was your dog, Al!

Goddamn it, man. I can't believe it.

Kid, what's the matter?

Kid?

Kid!

You lost a hubcap over there.

Good. they're open. I'll be right back.

How did you lose them, Mr. Fountain?

Carelessness, I'm afraid, Doris.

Where is the car now?

It's safe and sound.

It's at my friend's house.

It's a few miles outside of town.

I'm going to have to charge you

a $25 key-replacement fee.

Fair enough.

$25.

I hope, for your sake,

you don't lose these.

Mr. Fountain?

Mr. Fountain?

Hold on, Doris.

You just said something

that was very, very smart.

What?

Well, why should I spend

my last 2 days here

worrying about losing keys,

Especially since my friend has a car?

I am going to give you directions,

and what I'd like you to do

is to deliver these keys to me

bright and early

on Thursday morning.

We don't have a key-delivery service,

Mr. Fountain.

I see.

But if you did...

I bet you would have

some kind of key-delivery fee.

Doris?

Have a nice day.

Just my luck.

Someone broke in this morning

and stole all the goddamn keys.

You're kidding me.

What about the key codes

you told me about?

The bastard stole them, too.

Soonest they can get me

another set

is Thursday morning.

What are you going to do?

Find a hotel, I guess. I don't know.

I suppose you could

stay at my place.

I... I appreciate that, kid,

but I'll only stay at your place

on one condition.

You let me buy you some food.

I got food.

Yeah, but I thought maybe

we could do a little

You know, barbecue chicken,

make some hamburgers.

You like corn on the cob?

Are you kidding me?

That's nature's perfect food.

Good. Chicken, hamburgers,

corn on the cob.

Beer? Jelly doughnuts?

Watermelon.

Fireworks!

Hey, that's not a bad idea.

We'll get some sparklers.

Sparklers?

Are you f***ing crazy?

I got a whole box of fireworks, man...

Real ones.

I'm afraid those are illegal, Kid.

Ha ha ha ha!

What about breakfast

supplies, kid?

We're running a little low.

Yeah. Good idea.

Oh, here we go.

What are you doing?

My treat, kid.

What else do you need? Luncheon meats?

Yeah, yeah, and jelly doughnuts.

- Jelly doughnuts?

- Yeah. Got to have them.

All right.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Man, watch where you're going!

I'm sorry.

What the hell are you looking at?

Oh, nothing.

Well, then get the f***

out of here, man.

Thanks.

Sure. Don't mention it.

Jesus!

Hey, bud, what's going on?

Someone just saw Jesus on that sign.

Where?

In the fire, right below the hamburger.

Come on, honey.

Get out of here.

You see anything, Al?

No.

Me neither.

Damn it.

You know, I always

just miss those things.

Yeah!

Yeah!

Take that, Saddam insane!

Yeah! Ha ha ha ha!

Yeah, you.

We got back to the plant today

and found some vandals had broken in

while we were gone

and did some minor

damage to the turbines.

I'm afraid we're gonna

be delayed another day.

Let me get this straight, Al.

First you said you were

coming home on the 5th.

Then you said the 3rd.

Then it was the 4th.

Now, after all this talk

about coming home early,

Once again, you're telling me you

won't be coming home until the 5th.

That's correct, Deb.

Early afternoon on the 5th,

And I just want to say,

I really look forward to seeing you.

Well, Al,

Guess I'll see you on the fifth, then...

or the 6th or the 8th or the 10th

or whenever the hell it is

you feel like coming home.

Here's your son.

Here.

It's your dad.

Hi, dad.

Hi, Bob. Mom's in a bad mood?

I think so.

I tell you what then, Bob.

I only got a second.

I know you're busy.

Let's just do an easy one.

What's 12 x 2?

Bob, come on, now.

That's an easy one. 12 x 2.

I don't know.

Bob, what are you doing?

Nothing.

Are you crying?

No, sir.

Hey, hey, hey, Bob, come on, now.

Pull yourself together.

There's nothing to be upset about.

Everything's fine.

Just keep at those flashcards.

You'll be all right, ok?

Ok.

And a miracle happened today,

according to Willard Snarp

of Drip Rock,

who claims to have seen

the face of Jesus on a billboard

outside the big lucky

shopping center on route 17.

It's Jesus, all right,

dressed in modern clothes,

wearing a suit and a bow tie.

Can you point him out to us?

There, in the flames.

Experts from the Vatican

will arrive on Monday

to authenticate the sighting. Tina?

In other religious news,

police today arrested a local minister,

charging him with

a brutal triple murder.

Police say Reverend Luvven Coddle

entered the home of Earl

and Lindy Sykes last night

and hacked them to death

with a small ax.

Their 6-year-old daughter

Mandy was also killed.

Neighbors told police

the Sykes had recently withdrawn

from Reverend Coddle's

church of hope and light.

Hey, shut the f*** up!

Goddamn it.

Goddamn it!

Killing a 6-year-old girl.

Oh, what the hell is wrong with people?

It makes you want to

just get a machine gun

And do something.

Hey, don't open that!

Why not?

You'll let the moonlight out, man.

Come on. Use your head.

Let's get out of here.

What do you mean?

Don't you know a bar in town?

Come on. I'll buy you a drink.

Hey, good idea.

I'm sick of sitting around this place.

Hey, stinky.

What's happening?

Barnett.

My best friend, Al Fountain.

Al's a nuclear engineer.

Electrical, actually.

Field installation of

Zeus turbine generators.

What line of work are you in, Stinky?

I work over at the car wash.

Oh, really? Doing what?

Washing cars. What do you f***ing think?

Good. How about you, Barnett?

Cesspools. Got my own truck.

Hey, is this yours, Stinky?

No.

In cesspools?

My wife has 2 uncles in cesspools.

They don't get along at all.

Big cesspool people.

Hey, Wick. Hey, Doob.

Davy fuckhead.

You hear about Jesus?

F*** you.

Are you f***ing with me?

No, wick. What's the matter?

You threw another match at me.

No, wick. All I got is a lighter, see?

All right. That's it, goddamn it.

Oh!

Get the f*** out of here!

I'm going to kill you, mother...

Aah!

All right, little Davy. Come on!

Come on!

No, Wick. Don't. Don't, Wick.

Your stupid hat!

All right, Doob, let's get a beer.

Hey, guys. What's up, Bobby?

F***ers. These f***ing...

Easy.

They got us, man.

Just take it easy.

They got us, man.

Al, I want you to go in the woods.

I want you to get some blood weed.

I'll just sit and rest

here for a minute.

Then we're gonna sneak

into Wick's house

when he's asleep,

and we're gonna smear

that sh*t all over him.

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