Cocoon: The Return Page #3

Michael, stop pushing.

Kelly, why'd you fall from there?

I told you so many times.

Sh, it's not gonna hurt.

Hi. Is it bad?

I don't think so, but I'd like to have someone

look at it. She banged her head pretty hard.

Oh, poor little girl. Now, that's a bad bump.

Let me see if I can take it away.

I got it! Let's throw it away.

Wow. You've got the touch.

The first-aid station's over there. Would you

mind watching the kids for a few minutes?

- OK. You go take care of her.

- Oh, thanks.

Just blow this if they attack.

All right, children. Gather round.

Well, well, well, look what

the cat dragged in.

- Your pals said to tell you they'd be a bit late.

- Fine. I'll wait outside.

Don't be silly. Take the load off your feet.

I don't bite, you know.

- I'll just stand here, by the door.

- OK, suit yourself.

Listen, um...

I'm sorry about last night, OK?

- Forget about it.

- No, I don't think so.

I don't like loose ends.

Maybe we could, um, smooth things out.

Over a cocktail?

That's not necessary.

I accept your apology.

- You're afraid of me, aren't you?

- I certainly am not.

OK. Then there's no problem.

Pick you up at seven.

So finally, after the longest trip

you could ever imagine,

their spaceship landed and

it was time for them to see their new home.

The spaceship's door slowly opened

and there before them was the magic planet...

the most beautiful sight

any of them had ever seen.

The sky was gold, and shining down on them

were three pale, pale pink moons.

So they stepped outside, and guess what?

- What?

- They floated.

That's right!

They could fly like birds.

So they all joined hands and,

with their new friends leading the way,

they flew off to a silver city

shimmering in the distance.

- Can we go there?

- Hold on, now. It's very far.

And, besides, if you left here

think of all the things you'd miss.

- Do they have ice cream?

- No.

- Santa Claus go there?

- I'm afraid it's too far for Santa to make it.

Then how come the people went there?

Well, on that planet no one ever gets sick,

no one ever gets old and no one ever dies.

So if you're in love with someone,

you never have to lose them.

What happens if

you fall in love with ice cream?

You're in trouble!

- I like that one!

- You do?

Here we go, fellas. Stake your claim.

- Oh, boy. Oh, boy. Is that a hot dog, or what?

- State of the art.

- You know what they put in those things?

- I do. Thanks for reminding me.

Have a bite, Bernie.

They say the chilli kills the bugs.

Very funny. Give me gas for a week.

You know, Bernie? You'd fit in the Guinness

Book of World Records for complainers.

- Hey, come on!

- Sorry. You wanna throw our ball back?

- We look like your servants? Get it yourself.

- Hey, we said we're sorry.

- Don't give us any sh*t. Just give me the ball.

- Don't do it, Joe. Look at the mess they made.

- If I was you, I'd keep quiet, pops.

- Oh, yeah?

Hold it a minute!

Let's be gentlemen about this.

I say we settle this with a little four on four.

- Great idea.

- Get real.

- Are you nuts?

I'll tell you what I think. I bet $10 we can

make 11 baskets before you hotshots can.

- My money's on the table. Come on.

- Oh, right.

Like taking money from a dying man.

- You dudes got yourself a game.

- Good.

Whoo! In your face, grandpa.

- Ben, over here.

- Get him. Watch him, watch him.

Art! Art!

I got him. I got him.

Just like downtown.

OK, no more charity. Now we're gonna play.

- Over here, man.

- Defence. Watch the defence.

I got him. I got him.

Fellas, let's not give up.

- Joe, what's the score?

- 7-1, for God's sake.

Art, shoot!

8-2! We're catching up.

- Guard your man!

- Guard your... Where? What?

Guard who, Joe? Who?

Hey, hey, watch it. Here we go.

Hey, that's 9-2. You guys give up?

No! Do you?

- Time out. Time out. Come on.

- What's the matter? You pooped?

Fellas? Fellas?

OK, I think it's time

we showed 'em what we learned.

- You're damn right. Art?

- I couldn't agree more.

Let's go.

Now, boys. Now.

Watch him. Come on, man, cover.

Get him.

Go, Art. Go!

Come on, take him.

Oh!

Great, Joe! Great.

Let's go, let's go, let's go.

Go, Ben. Go!

- What's the score?

- 10-5. Guard your man.

Which one is my... I say, which one is my...

Watch it.

Cover him.

- Get him!

- Attaboy!

Are you my man?

9-10, your favour. Getting nervous?

Aaaargh-agh!

Art!

Hallelujah!

10-10. Next basket wins.

All right, all right.

I'm free. Over here, over here.

Bernie! Bernie!

Bernie, go for it!

In your face, junior.

Bernie, you're the greatest!

You're the greatest!

Oh... Oh...

That is to die.

- It sure is. The price tag alone'd kill you.

- Maybe you should try it on.

Are you kidding?

I've never shopped in a store like this.

Me either. Where would any of us

wear a get-up like that?

In our dreams.

That settles it.

Oh, it's terrific.

Ta-da!

It's gorgeous.

Aaargh!

I don't believe it!

Oh! Wow!

Bess, that's naughty.

Oh, that's so sexy. I think it suits you.

Oh, Bess? Oh.

- Jean, get some water.

- Are you all right?

How about some hot coffee?

I just can't understand what could be wrong.

She was in perfect health.

And the minute we get back... this happens.

There isn't any justice.

If there were, it'd be me in there, not her.

- Now, don't be ridiculous.

- No, I'm not.

You don't know her, Joe.

Not the way I do.

She's the most generous,

loving and giving person I've ever met.

She's the only one that's ever really loved me.

I'd trade places with her in a heartbeat...

if I could.

OK. Just a few more inches, Bob.

You're doing very well.

- All right. That's fine.

Doug, Ray, let's lift it off.

Carefully! Carefully.

Don't be afraid.

You guys OK?

What are we doing, gang?

They've opened the cocoon, Jack.

- Is he gonna be all right?

- For a short time.

But if he doesn't get an infusion

of life force soon, he'll weaken quickly.

Mr Selwyn?

- That's me, Doctor. How is she?

- She's fine, considering her age

and the fact that she's six weeks' pregnant.

- Well, you smutty old devil.

- Pregnant?

Very impressive, Mr Selwyn.

This one's definitely going in the books.

- Congratulations.

- Pregnant? Pregnant?

- Don't you go near him!

- She's pregnant. Pregnant?

Uh-huh.

- Safe.

- All right, all right, all right, all right.

Hold it a second. Let me clean the plate.

Right, here we go. Let's play ball.

- Strike!

- Come on, kid. Be a hitter.

Come on, Davy.

Davy, you can do it.

Strike two!

You can do it. Let's play ball.

Come on, Davy.

- Strike three! You're outta here.

Well...

How you doin'?

Fine, considering I'm the worst player

in the whole league.

That don't sound like the fella

I saw hit the ball yesterday.

I told you. It's different when I'm with you...

you want me to hit it.

And you think your pals

don't want you to hit it. Is that it?

I'm just no good at stuff. I always mess up.

You know, that could be true.

I don't know.

But I know you're not the only kid

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