Full Moon High Page #8

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Would you mind taking your

hands off my Tony, Mrs. Flynn.

Your Tony, what has this guy got,

and you were out in the bushes

in the woods with him too?

Tony, you told everybody.

I didn't think you were

the kind that told.

See Jane, he

hasn't been faithful.

He couldn't even wait 20 years.

You gonna shoot him?

Are you gonna shoot the bastard?

How can I dissect him

if you don't shoot him?

Please toss the gun

aside, Detective Flynn.

I know you're not afraid of him.

Oh, oh, ah, well, of course I'm not,

but they can smell fear, you know?

Fortunately for us, I wear

deodorant and aftershave,

so we're pretty safe in that department.

Go ahead, take a whiff.

You don't smell any fear, do ya?

Mm, no, it's nice and masculine.

Oh, it kind of turns me on.

You wanna put the God damned gun down,

and stop smelling so good now, please?

Thank you.

Look at this now.

A disgrace to the world.

Why do I always have to do everything?

You're a mad scientist.

I hate psychiatrists,

I'm never going back.

He shot the werewolf!

I think I blew it.

Stop him!

I think I'm in trouble.

Shoot him!

Oh Christ, I knew I

should've wore my glasses.

I never did have good

hand-eye coordination.

Put me down!

You big Lobo, I said, put

me down, not throw me down.

He's not hurt, they can't kill him.

Somebody get a veterinary.

Tony, Tony!

Tony, Tony!

All right, now all of you let him die

with a song ringing in his ears.

Our song, the Full Moon

High School anthem,

and I want you to sing it

like you never, ever sang it before.

You're singing the wrong song, again.

Look, he's shedding.

I guess they do that when they die.

The Wookiee's dead.

I mean, the wolf man.

Probably for the best though.

You were ruining property values.

He's gone now, he's

gone to a better place.

A world where foaming at

the mouth and biting people

don't necessarily make you an outcast.

Yes, there are more things

than heaven and earth

than this world dreams of, achoo!

Oh, Tony Walker, you

were a great ballplayer,

and a pretty fair wolf man,

and Full Moon High will

probably never forget you,

but we're gonna give it

a hell of a shot, kid.

Achoo, achoo!

Come on Janie, let's go home.

We got a big fight ahead of us.

My God, it's catchy.

She's turning into a balloon or something.

Oh, stop screaming, will you?

Look, look at that, I'm

probably allergic to him.

Like cats, you know, achoo.

So, you see that.

You have nothing to worry about.

We were just incompatible.

Maybe, maybe it was your

aftershave, hmm, hmm?

Look uh, sweetheart, if

you ever need any help,

just give me a buzz, okay?

I will, Detective Flynn, I promise.

After a suitable period of mourning.

How about Tuesday?

Oh, don't worry about me folks.

Nowadays with inflation,

it takes at least eight silver

bullets to kill a werewolf.

Miss Montgomery, Miss Montgomery!

Oh, Miss Montgomery!

Miss Montgomery, Miss

Montgomery, Miss Montgomery?

Miss Montgomery, Miss Montgomery?

It's your turn to bite me now.

Miss Montgomery!

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