Dadnapped Page #7

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a little misunderstanding.

We gotta do something, Maurice.

I know, little brother. I know.

I got it. Spin.

- What?

- Spin!

Like your life depended on it!

We're not so bad after all.

Floss!

Yeah!

Are you sure you're okay?

The best I've ever been, sweetheart.

Just the best.

All right! Thank you. Thank you.

First off, two mega-important

announcements.

One, due to your amazingly

Tripp-tastic efforts this morning,

everyone here will receive a free

autographed copy of my next book.

That's right.

Thank you, thank you. Yes. Yeah.

Second, there's a little unfinished

business we have to take care of,

the Zoome Enough Prize.

Knowing about something is great.

But putting that knowledge into action

requires a level of commitment

that borders on insanity.

So on that note, please give it up

for my new friends, Andre...

- Floss! Floss! Floss!

- Floss! Floss! Floss!

Sheldon...

What's up, Tripp fans?

And Wheeze!

Thank you. You know, guys,

my parents never got why I was

so into these books, and

all I gotta say now is, reading rocks.

Good job.

You know, all that's happened,

I couldn't have done any of it

without you.

But you did. All of it, actually.

I may be the "who" your dad writes

about, but you, you're the "why. "

Remember that.

We've got one more prize.

Without her, none us would be

standing here today.

She is my inspiration.

She is the reason I do what I do.

My daughter, Melissa.

- Floss! Floss! Floss! Floss!

- Floss! Floss! Floss! Floss!

Chin up, Moe. Time's on our side,

even if nobody else is.

Skunk, that made sense.

And it was clever!

And Dostoyevsky, he wrote some really

cool stuff while he was in the slammer.

That's my brother. He's a writer!

- Hey, Neal.

Yes?

Are you sure you can't stay

another day?

Sorry to get rescued and run,

but my daughter and I have a vacation

to salvage.

Ready?

I've always been ready, Dad.

Hang on, Melissa.

Here's my phone number,

in case you want to...

- Go out?

- Yes. Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, actually, that'd be...

That'd be great.

Okay.

You just have to promise me one thing.

Anything. Anything at all.

It's gotta be a normal date.

Just you and me.

No guys in weird costumes.

No mentho-dental floss.

No police intervention.

I promise.

Yeah!

Bombs ready? Aim!

Fire!

This is just perfect.

Incoming!

Come on!

Eat grape juice, loser.

Come on! This will never come out!

Found the brake.

This is my last suit! Make them stop!

Merv Kilbo and his trusty ragtop

are on the case.

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