Dreamcatcher Page #2

And he says, "What cat?" And she says,

"The cat that sh*t in my mouth."

That will be 50 small.

- Bullshit! You made it up.

- Could Beaver make that up?

You can have that priceless piece

of cinematic trivia absolutely free.

I'sm filing that in the "Who-gives-a-sh*t"

section of my memory warehouse.

- What's the memory warehouse?

- You don'st remember?

- I must'sve forgot.

- You forgot?

- Just remind me. Don'st give me sh*t.

- It's in his head. We'sve all got one.

- Hasn'st that place been condemned?

- Not yet.

It's so crowded I throw something out

every time I learn something new.

When I got my new laptop I had to

throw out my files of rock 'sn's roll lyrics.

My warehouse was washed away

in a flood about 10 years ago.

I didn'st know they had enough beer

in Maine for a flood.

Jonesy, if that really

is your name...

...what do you do with the old files?

- I burn them.

- You threw out the "Blue Bayou" lyrics?

- No.

No, if I really can'st

let go of something...

...I sneak it back to an office

where I keep my secret stuff.

Where do you keep

the stuff on Duddits?

He's got a special section all his

own on the third level.

I can'st stop thinking about the Duds

lately. How about you guys?

It's this place. He's all around here,

even though he's never been here.

This is our 20th year coming out

here to Hole in the Wall.

And f*** me, Freddy,

here's to 20 more.

Twenty more.

Here's to Duddits...

...our dreamcatcher.

Wish he was here.

To the Duds.

- To Douglas Cavell.

- To Duddits.

Why is Tina Schlossinger's

p*ssy on the wall of Tracker Brothers?

Because I said so. It's a picture.

- Have you seen it?

- No...

...but the kid who sits

behind me in shop, he saw it.

Tracker Brothers is deserted.

You don'st want to see the homecoming

queen's p*ssy? Don'st come.

F*** me, Freddy! Some kid's shirt.

- So?

- It's new!

Scooby-Doo.

"I belong to Douglas Cavell."

"If the boy I belong to is lost, please

bring him to 19 Maple Lane, Derry."

Must belong to one of those kids

from the Retard Academy.

Come on. Eat it. Eat it.

Eat it and you can go.

Hey, you guys!

Quit it!

Just f***ing quit it!

What are you doing?

You'sre trying to make him eat that?

What's wrong with you?

Got it. I'sll make him eat

this dog turd, then he can go.

You go now.

Unless you want half.

Take a hike, girls,

while you have the chance.

Piss off.

That's your final warning.

- You better watch it!

- Why is that?

- I know who you are.

- I'sm trembling with fear.

- You'sre Rich Grenadeau, the quarterback!

- So?

What will people say when we tell them

what we caught you doing?

You won'st tell anybody anything

because you'sll be dead.

- Get ready, Pete.

- Give the word, Henry.

Pete can fly. When you come for us,

all we have to do is get in your way.

I can'st catch that little dick?

You know who that is?

That's Pete Moore.

That's right, fat-ass. Pete Moore.

No one can catch him.

He's going straight to his house

to tell his mother.

She'sll call the cops

and then we'sll see.

- You know him, is that it?

- Never saw him.

Then why ask for trouble?

I mean, look at this moron!

- He likes this attention.

- How do you know what he likes?

Come on, you dickweeds!

- You want to fight us?

- Yes! Yes!

I'sm gone, Henry.

Just say the word.

- Why? You'sll lose! Why?

- Because you can'st do that! It's wrong!

And I'sm gonna tell the world!

Tell everybody!

- You want us to leave, is that it?

- No! Let's kick their asses!

Let's go.

We'sll get him later. You know that.

Get you all later.

It's okay.

You can stop now.

Do something.

Somebody!

If I do...

...and you tell anybody,

I'sll never hang with you guys again.

I never knew Beav could sing.

- Beaver, that's beautiful.

- I mean it. Not one word.

Eaver!

You'sve got a fan.

This yours?

Douglas Cavell.

That's your name, right?

I Duddits.

- What?

- I Duddits!

- Duddits?

- Duddits.

Duddits, we got to get you home.

Hey, guys! Come here!

Leave the kid there.

Stand right here, Duddits.

Right here with Scooby, okay?

Jesus Christ bananas!

No way is that

Tina Jean Schlossinger.

Maybe her grandmother.

Good going, Beav.

Holy God. We came all the way

here just for that?

No.

We came for him.

Hey, Pete.

You forgot the dogs.

Weather moving in. Double storm.

Alberta Clipper first, maybe 8 inches...

...with a nor'seaster on its tail.

- Get on back to the cabin, Henry.

- Heading straight there, Mr. G.

- Don'st mess around.

- No, sir.

Easy, fella.

Easy. You'sre okay.

You'sre all right.

Thank God. Thank God.

Gee, thank God!

I'sm lost. I'sve been lost

in the woods since yesterday.

Let's get you inside.

Get you warm.

- How would that be?

- Sure.

Here, let me get that.

- Rick McCarthy.

- Gary Jones. It's Jonesy to everybody.

Our damn cell phones are on the blink

now, so I can'st call for help...

...but our car will be back soon.

I didn'st think I'sd make it.

I lost the folks I was with.

You saved me, that's for sure.

What's that?

It's a dreamcatcher.

Indian charm.

Catches nightmares...

...keeps them away.

Keeps you safe down here.

I'sve had enough nightmares.

Been doing that all night.

I ate some berries in the dark.

I think they must have upset me.

I know what you'sre thinking.

Anyone who drinks at 11 a.m. Needs

to take the cure, but I only do it here.

In the real world, I never

drink till after 5:00...

...and if it ever does,

I'sm on the wagon for life.

Glad to hear it.

What's the matter with you?

About six months ago,

the day Jonesy got hit...

...I did something terrible with a patient.

I humiliated him. Drove him out.

Barry Neiman.

Couple days ago, I saw his picture

in the paper. He ate himself to death.

Mind if I don'st use that story

next time I'sm trying to sell a Mustang?

You were a lead balloon long before

this porker munched his way to eternity.

Thanks. You'sre a real comfort.

You got a real delicate touch to you.

Here you go, Rick, buddy.

That will fix you up.

Jesus Christ bananas!

Some fuckarow this is turning into!

- Thanks a lot, Beav.

- Yeah, I think I got it all.

What happened to you?

Hi. Joe Clarendon.

Call me Beaver.

Rick here had a bad night

in the woods.

Welcome.

- Is that frostbite?

- No, I get the same thing from peanuts.

It's allergy.

Grilled cheese, anyone?

- No, the soup's fine for me, thanks.

- I'sll bite. Sail it over here.

My mother used to feed me

pea soup when I was feeling...

B*tch in a buzz saw!

I'sve heard some mighty burps

in my time, but that's the blue ribbon.

I am so embarrassed.

Rick ate some berries in the woods.

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God, that's awful!

I'sm so sorry!

Rick, buddy, don'st worry about it.

There's more room out than in, anyway.

What have you been eating,

woodchuck turds?

Know what I think?

I think you need to lie down

and take you a little nap.

You know, I bet you'sre right.

I'sm just tired, that's all.

- Come on.

- My hat.

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