CJ7 Page #2
Never mind. See you tomorrow.
What's that thing you're holding?
Nothing.
It looks like rubbish.
Says who?
This is way better than CJ1.
So, what's it called?
It's called CJ7.
Pathetic piece of crap.
Your dad found it in the garbage.
Don't talk about my dad like that!
I'm going to beat you up.
Oh, yeah?
Hello.
How many times
do I have to tell you?
We might be poor,
but we don't fight.
You really disappoint me.
Look at this.
Your uniform's all torn.
What was the fight about?
They were laughing at me.
What about?
Well?
Fine.
If you're not going to tell me...
...then I have no choice
in the matter.
Last chance!
It's moving!
There are ghosts.
Ghosts? Where?
There. In the ball.
Don't change the subject!
You think you can run rings around me,
but you're not as clever as you think.
Your uniform's a mess. What will
you wear for school tomorrow?
Do I have to
go hunt for another one?
I'll deal with you later.
There's a ghost!
Hanging over there!
Help! Ghost! It's horrible!
There's a red ghost hanging there!
Hanging! Too horrible!
Calm down!
It's a broken lamp. Can't you see?
Not again!
You're a ghost too.
Stop shouting! I'll send you outside
if you don't stop! Understand?
Are you on drugs or something?
What are you doing?
Please don't lock me in!
There's a ghost.
You have to believe me.
Let me out!
Please let me out!
Help me, Lord.
-Learned your lesson now?
-Yes, Dad.
Will you behave yourself now?
I will. I really will.
I have to get back to work.
Okay! Off you go.
Bye!
Are you from outer space?
Have you come to invade Earth?
an alien toy dog.
My name is Dicky.
Can I call you CJ7?
If you wag your tail,
it means you like it!
CJ7!
The apples in our house
are always rotten.
So how come this one's not?
You know magic?
Wow! It's so sweet.
You really do know magic.
I'm going to be rich!
If you can beat
the most vicious dog on Earth...
...then you really are
a superdog from space.
Go!
Oh, my God!
I have a test today and I've been
playing with you instead of studying.
But I really want to get 1 00.
Can you help me?
What's that you're making?
Dicky Chow.
Why are you
wearing those glasses?
My eyes hurt.
Do you want to take a look?
No, I don't. Sit down.
Begin writing now!
Sorry, sir. There was a fly.
A fly?
Sorry, sir. There was a fly.
I now have the results
of today's test.
And for the first time,
Dicky Chow got 1 00.
-Thank you, sir!
-Hold on a minute.
I want to see those glasses.
Those super-glasses were fantastic!
It's P E. next,
so I'll need super-sneakers!
This is so exciting.
Excellence at the high jump...
...requires talent, hard work...
...training, a good night's sleep...
...and finally,
respect for your teacher.
This is my personal record.
So far no one has bettered it.
I have new sneakers today, sir.
Sir! He just broke your record.
Dicky, it doesn't ring true
that a kid can jump that high.
Be a good boy and do it again.
Dicky Chow.
What are those shoes you're wearing?
It's none of your business!
This is too much.
You drove me to this.
Come down!
-Dicky! Are you out of your mind?
-l....
Over here. Catch him!
Come to your senses, Dicky.
Miss Yuen, bitterness, like the sea,
is boundless.
Dicky!
Dicky Chow! How can you jump
so high? Come down this minute!
How on earth
can you sleep like that?
Wake up. It's nearly time for school.
What do I have to do
to get you up in the morning?
It was all a dream?
You're real.
Dad, I'm going to get 100
on the exam today.
What?
I'm going to get 100!
Really?
Yes! All on my own! 100!
That's great.
If you can beat
the most vicious dog on Earth...
...then you really are
a superdog from space.
Go!
Run!
So, what happened back there?
You're supposed to be
the superdog from space.
Don't tell me
you were just pretending.
Seriously.
I have to get 100 on the exam.
I need you
to work your magic for me.
Come on, now. Please!
I'm not joking.
You have to give me
magic weapons.
Time's up.
What?
But I haven't started yet.
What's with the turd?
Turd? It's not that!
Shows how much you know!
You set me up!
I'm going to kill you!
Give me the magic weapons now!
Why, you....
You....
Please, sir. Can I say something?
No, you can't.
You are a poor student.
You are always dirty,
and you are very wicked.
You discredit the school.
There's nothing more to say.
Now clean him up!
CJ7?
Please come out.
Why would I be mad at you?
We're good friends.
The turd wasn't important.
I've seen it all before.
Let's just forget it ever happened.
Okay?
In fact, I love you very much.
Do you know that?
CJ7? Come here.
Closer!
I'm going to stab you to death!
Rubbish dog from space.
You're low-tech and boring.
And all because of you.
If you're just an animal, then say so!
Don't pretend you have magic powers!
But did it ever say that?
Did I get it wrong?
Have I made a mistake?
I know I've made a mistake!
Wait!
Hey! Wait!
Wait!
Dicky! What's happened?
CJ7 has disappeared.
Look.
CJ7?
I'm sorry. I missed you so much.
I thought I'd never see you again.
And you're not angry with me.
You two already met?
Is it a toy?
Yes, it is.
And it can walk and move its eyes?
Where did you get it?
Someone at school lent it to me.
Where's the cover?
Where do the batteries go?
It doesn't need them. It's high-tech.
I've never seen
anything like it before.
Did you see that?
Yes, I did.
It's all bendy.
Don't! I have to give it back soon.
It's fine.
-What are you doing, Dad?
-Nothing!
See, I told you it'd be fine.
It gets its shape back. Look!
This is fun.
No more squeezing it!
That's enough!
Everything is high-tech nowadays.
Basically there's no future
for uneducated people like us.
Dad, I don't want
to lie to you, so...
...CJ7 came out of the ball
you gave me.
It came from outer space.
How many times
do I have to tell you?
We might be poor, but we don't lie...
...we don't fight...
...and we don't take things
that don't belong to us.
Study hard and be a useful person
in the future.
It's so hot.
Well, I'll be.... The hottest night
and it starts to work. Lucky, or what?
I'm off to school now.
-Have you got your lunch box?
-Yes, I have.
Hey. How was the exam?
How come your head's gone red?
You don't look so good today.
Didn't you sleep last night?
Get inside and go to sleep.
You! Stop!
What's that thing inside your bag?
Nothing.
I need to check your schoolbag!
What for?
I don't have to tell you that.
Let go!
What's that?
Let me see.
Give it to me! Let me see first!
Give it to me! Don't pull!
Get it!
What is this weird thing?
Don't touch it!
Give it back to me!
Get the tool box!
Open it up and look inside.
Here.
Let him go!
Can't do it.
Try this.
No! Don't do that!
It's not working.
How is that possible?
You won't do that to my thing!
So what? Going to hit me?
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