Escape from Tomorrow Page #3

- Hey!

Did you find it?

- What?

- The Geosporic!

The Geospor... Yeah, yeah.

It's right over there

I think. Hold on.

Wow. It's a giant testicle.

I don't like Epcot.

- I wanna go on Buzz Lightyear.

- Elliot, look...

- If you mention Buzz Lightyear

one more time... - Jim!

Your father's not feeling well.

Hey, you don't tell him that.

Well, how about a

little consideration?

- I want a balloon.

- She wants a balloon.

Maybe later, sweetie.

Okay, fine. Why don't we all

just go back to the hotel, okay?

Is that what everyone wants?

That sound good?

- Hey, hey!

- What?

- Over there.

- What?

That guy. That fat

guy on the scooter.

His kid pushed down Sara.

What the hell are they doing here?

I don't know. They probably just

came to watch the fireworks.

- What's the big deal?

- Sh*t!

Don't swear in front

of the children!

- What?

- Why are you acting so paranoid?

- I'm not acting paranoid.

- Yes, you are! You're acting strange!

One!

Two!

Eiffel Tower!

Eiffel Tower!

Yay!

Cute! These are cute!

Okay. Jim!

Jim!

Okay, wait!

Hey Sara.

Yabba dabba do. Yabba dabba do.

- Come on.

- What?

No, put it back. Come one.

Look how pretty those are.

They're so big.

Look at the gold one.

I know, that gold one's good.

Look at that one.

That's my favorite one.

Yeah, thank you!

- Thank you, frau!

- No, no.

Don't give him anymore.

Honey. Enough, enough.

No, no.

Are we gonna fight now?

Eins, zwei, drei!

Yeah.

Come on, no!

Jim, Jim, you've had...

- No!

- You've had enough!

Just let me have fun!

It's Disney World.

Lighten up!

Wunderbar!

Deutschland forever!

Babe, just for the kids.

Just for the kids.

Smile big! Show me some teeth!

This is for our mantle. Oh, cool.

Bye!

- Did you thank the princesses?

- Thank you!

Do you wanna take your

picture little boy?

Absolutely.

Hi. Oh my goodness!

Finally.

Rich Asian businessmen, they'll

pay thousands for one in costume.

Jim, Jim! Come on, Jim.

It's time to go.

Jim, come back here.

Lime margarita.

- Hey guys!

- It goes over your head.

- Hey baby.

- No, not now.

- Come on.

- No, no.

- What's with your mommy?

- No.

All right, let's go. Come on.

Mexico! Meh-hee-co, everybody.

- Chop, chop!

- Jim!

Sweet!

"Fiesta hoy!"

Jim!

Leave me alone.

What's wrong with Daddy?

I don't know, babe. I don't know.

Oh my gosh. You guys,

look over here.

Look at the city. Come

on, look at Mexico City.

It's so pretty, all the lights!

Oh, Jim.

Oh my God.

Look at the fireworks, kids.

Look up at the fireworks.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Come on, you guys. Stay close.

Stay close.

Hey.

Come on, son. Let's go.

- We're not washing hands?

- No.

Oh.

What happened?!

Nothing.

Hey!

How is that little

darlin' of yours?

Now, I sure did like her.

Oh! Oh Lordy!

Jim? Oh my God!

Elliot, Sara. Come on, let's go.

Come on, hurry.

- Jim, your shirt... it's ripped.

- I know, I know.

Okay, let's go. Chop, chop.

Come on.

Slow down, Jim.

- Excuse us.

- Jim.

Come on, guys. Come on.

Slow down. Jim, slow down!

Wait!

What?!

There's... there's

something going's on here.

- Huh?

- It's this place!

What? I don't understand.

You told Elliot I look

like Emily Dickinson?

- I like Emily Dickinson.

- God!

They're a little young, Jim...

even for you. Don't you think?

- Who?

- Who?!

- Who?!

- Yeah, who?

Those Parisian chicks...

or whatever they are!

- Okay, just calm down.

- Don't touch me!

- People are watching.

- Had the sudden urge to learn French?!

Don't give me that look.

I saw you at the pool.

I'm not a total idiot.

You've probably been following

them all day, haven't you?

Following who?

Who was on the phone this morning?

- What?!

- Who were you talking to?

I lost my job.

Elliot, Sara! Come on, we're going.

Emily, wait!

- Can I get this?

- No. No one's getting anything.

Put it back. Elliot, you too.

Wait, Em. What about the fireworks?

I've seen enough for one day.

This vacation's over.

- How 'bout just this?

- No.

Elliot, you wanna go

on Spaceship Earth?

- Elliot, what's wrong?

- He doesn't trust you.

- Not that I blame him.

- That boy has one!

I don't care.

Hey, Sara. Lemme take Sara.

- No, you're drunk.

- No, I'm not.

- But I really want it!

- Goddammit Sara! I said put it back!

No!

God!

Oh my God.

Just... just take her.

It's okay, honey.

Mommy didn't mean that.

Mommy didn't mean that,

sweetie... it's okay.

Don't cry baby. It's all right.

Mommy didn't mean that.

It's okay.

She didn't... She doesn't

usually act like that.

Come on.

Mommy didn't mean

to do that, honey.

She's didn't mean to do that.

She just got angry, okay?

Look at me. There you go.

Jim. Where are you, Jim?

I've been waiting for you.

I have something to tell you, Jim.

Soon, Jim. You'll be mine.

You'll be all mine.

Holy crap!

Come with us.

You speak English?

Please... come.

No.

You won't?

I can't.

Why not?

Well, I'm afraid that

if I come with you...

something bad is gonna happen.

But if you don't, something will.

No, I'm sorry.

You must come.

No, I... No.

You are sure of this?

Yeah.

Then, I am sorry too.

For what?

Sara. Sara?

Sara!

Sara!

Hey!

- Hey!

- Jim White?

Yeah?

What are you doing?

Your father took you

here as a child.

- Am I correct?

- Huh?

That must have been right around

the time this park opened?

Interesting.

Where am I? Where's Sara?

Consider yourself very

fortunate, Mr. White.

No outsider has ever been where you are.

That makes you the first.

The first?

Yes, and right now you're under

the ride Spaceship Earth.

What we call Base 21.

- I'm still at Epcot?

- But where else?

Oh, I must apologize for those.

But, you see, I had no idea what

sort of condition you'd be in.

It's been so long.

Who are you?

Consider me a friend.

You work for Dny?

No, and fortunately for you, they

are unaware of my existence.

Unless, of course, the French take...

Oh, they are the most dangerous.

You see, I am a servant of

the Siemens Corporation.

What?!

Siemens.

The enterprise which

sponsors this attraction.

Computer, begin the scan.

You've got quite an imagination!

Just like old W himself.

He died...

while all this was still

in its early stages.

Epcot's real purpose

remains unfinished.

You're inside my head!

Not your head, Jim.

In your imagination.

But we don't want to

control it like they do.

We simply monitor things,

so we can know what they're

up to and keep tabs.

Who is that?

That's you.

What?!

Only that's the real you,

in a part of your imagination

you've never sought to use.

Turn it off, please! Please!

Somethings not right.

Didn't your boss relay the

message when you spoke to him?

My boss? What are

you talking about?

He was instructed to remind you...

you were to take the boy.

And Security was to meet you, after

the ride, at the Land Pavilion.

Do you know how much

depends on this?!

We even had to shut down

the Buzz Lightyear!

Excuse me for a moment.

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