Hounded Page #5

For A Search

And Rescue, Ok?

This Is Your

Responsibility Now.

I'm Going Home.

And When You Get Home,

If I Just So Happen

To Be Asleep,

Please Don't Wake Me,

All Right?

Good Luck.

Thanks For Nothing!

Good Afternoon.

Hi.

Do We Have Business

To Take Care Of?

What Kind

Of Business?

Doggie Business.

Hey! Watch It, Mister.

Ahh!

Ugh.

Find The Dog?

Don't Worry About It.

Well, How Much Money

Did Van Dusen

Fork Over?

Um, W-W-Well,

He Didn't

Give Me Any Money

'Cause You Know

How He Is.

Said It's Not

His Fault.

Jay, Come On,

Little Brother!

His Dog

Is A Nut Case!

You Don't Ask

Someone To Watch

Your Dog

And Then Not

Tell Them That.

You Know What?

I'll Get Him To Pay.

No, No, No!

Don't Do That!

Because, Um...

'Cause You Can't.

Actually,

Yes, I Can.

Why?

Because He Owes Us.

Now Hand Over

The Phone!

Hey, Give Me That.

Let Go!

Hey, Come Here!

Come Here.

Come Here.

Get Off Me.

Yeah, Come Here.

Give It.

Give It, Give It.

Let Go.

Let Go!

Man, Stop. That's

My Drawing Hand.

Then Let Go!

Give Me It!

Ha, See?

Mike!

There's Something

I've Gotta Tell You.

How Could You Let

This Happen To You?!

You Should Have

Spoken Up Right From

The Very Beginning,

Right When You

Knew That Ronny

Was Giving

Your Presentation!

You Have Got To Find

A Spine, Little Brother!

You're Gonna Get Crushed

At Starkwell.

Man, Enough With

The Starkwell Stuff Already!

I Don't Want

To Go To Starkwell!

I Don't Want The Same Things

You Want, Mike.

I Want To Study Art.

Art Is For People

Who Think

That They're Better

Than Everyone Else!

And I'll Tell You

Something Else,

Little Brother.

If It Wasn't

For The Military,

People Wouldn't Even

Be Able To Waste Their

Time With Art,

Because There Wouldn't

Be Any Freedom.

Dad Would've Wanted Me

To Do Whatever I Wanted To Do.

Look, I Can't Get

Involved With This.

A Thing Like This

Could Ruin

My Military Career.

You Figure It Out.

I'm Not Helping.

I Don't Want

Any Part Of This.

Why Would This Time

Be Any Different?

You Never Helped Me

With Anything!

That's Because

You've Always Been

Such A Little Baby!

Gosh, You're Such

A Snot!

Oh, Here Come

The Tears.

Go Ahead. Cry, Baby.

Man, I Hate You!

This Is What I Get.

This Is What I Get

After Being A Brother

And A Father To You

For The Past 6 Years.

That's Really Nice, Jay.

Man, You Were

Nothing To Me!

You Just Don't

Remember.

You Were Too Young

When It Happened.

Man, I Used To Do

A Ton Of Stuff For You.

Man, I Remember Plenty.

This One Night For Sure...

Right After He Died.

I Was 7 Years Old.

I Had A Nightmare,

And I Crawled Into Your Bed.

I Was Crying,

And You Woke Up

And You Pushed Me Out.

You Wouldn't Even

Listen To Me.

All You Said To Me

Was Stop Being Such A Baby.

But I Was 7, Mike.

I Was A Baby.

I Don't Remember That.

Well, I'll Never Forget It.

It's When I Learned

I Should Never Count On You.

Hey. Just...

Just Wait, Ok?

Sit Down.

Forget About

The Stupid Dog, Ok?

It Followed You Home.

It Got Out On Its Own.

It Probably Would've

Been Lost Anyway.

I Don't Know, Mike.

I Mean...

It Sort Of Is My Fault

That The Dog Got Out.

Please.

I'm Sure That Silly

Dog Couldn't Wait

To Get Away

From Van Dusen.

Come On.

Someone Will

Find It, Adopt It.

It'll Be Much

Happier.

I Guess.

And I'm Gonna Call

Van Dusen And Get

To The Bottom

Of This Stolen

Presentation Thing.

No One Steals

From The Martins.

If Ronny Won With

Your Presentation,

Then You Deserve

That Scholarship,

And I'm Gonna

Get It For You.

But Van Dusen

Is Just Gonna Deny It.

We'll See.

Don't Worry About It.

You Ok?

Mike:
But Mr. Van Dusen,

The Presentations

Were Exactly The Same.

Uh-Huh.

Word For Word.

I've Been Over

All This With

Your Brother, Michael.

Sir--

Ronny Wrote That

Presentation Himself.

Are We Clear

On This Now?

Good Night.

Well,

What Did He Say?

Well, He Said Ronny

Wrote The Presentation.

Told You He

Would Say That.

Well,

He's Obviously Lying.

How Can You Tell?

Well, His Mouth

Was Moving For One,

And Secondly,

Van Dusen's Pond Scum, Ok?

He's Always Been Pond Scum.

That's How I Know

He's Lying.

Hey, Do You Remember

That Time When

I Was At Columbus

And I Got Cut

From The Baseball To Make Room For His Nephew

Who Never Played Baseball

Before In His Life?

Well, Mike,

There's Nothing

We Can Do About It Now.

Well, We Have

To Do Something.

I Mean, We Can't

Just Let Van Dusen

Get Away With This.

You Know What?

Here's What

We'll Do.

We'll Find

This Mutt Of His, Right?

And Since Van Dusen Seems

So Eager To Pay A Reward

For His Lost Pooch,

We'll Just Let Him.

But In The Meantime,

We Have To Stall For Time

While We Look For The Dog.

Wait, Mike.

Are You Sure This Is

The Right Thing To Do?

Hey, This Is About

Family Honor, Jay.

You're Going

To The Peterson Academy.

You Worked Hard

For That Scholarship,

All Right?

You Deserve It.

Ok, What Did You Do

With My Brother Mike?

Ha Ha. Very Funny.

Hey,

But If We Do This,

We're Gonna Do It

The Army Way, Ok?

Strict And Covert.

Not A Word About This

To Anyone. You Understand?

Right.

All Right.

It Is Gonna

Be A Great Party.

It Will.

It's Gonna Be Great.

But It Would Be Even Better

If You Could Be There.

Jay!

Hey, Ronny.

Martian.

What's Up?

Nothin'.

Anyway, Listen.

If You Guys Need

Hall Passes,

I Mean,

If You Do Need 'Em,

I Am Running

A Special This Week.

2 For One.

So, You Should Call Me

About The Party Or...Or

Uh, You Know, You Should

E-Mail Me, Page Me, Fax Me,

Write Me, Whatever.

All Right, Babe? Bye.

[Exhales]

I'm Glad You Made It,

Jay.

Ronny's Been Hanging

Around Me Like A Mosquito.

Never Stops

Being A Pest.

Loudspeaker:
Jay Martin,

Please Report

To Mr. Van Dusen's Office.

Jay Martin, Report

To Mr. Van Dusen's Office.

Mr. Martin?

Yes, Sir?

My Dog Is Missing.

I Want To Talk

To You About

Getting Her Back.

I Am So Sorry,

Mr. Van Dusen--

Yeah, Yeah, I Know.

Looks Like

A Textbook

Dog-Napping Job.

Obviously, Somebody

Knows How Much

A Prize Show Dog

Is Worth.

I'm Putting Student Council

In Charge Of Posting

Reward Signs.

As President,

I Want You

To Organize It.

$5,000 For Information

Leading To The Return

Of Camille.

Wow...That's A Lot

Of Money.

Whoever Tries To Bring

The Little Fluffball Back

Is Obviously The Dog-Napper.

When They Show Up

With The Dog,

I'll Have Him Arrested.

Everybody's Happy.

I Want Them Up By Tonight!

300 Signs!

No Excuses.

Go, Go, Go!

Oh. Yes, Sir.

He Talked About Them

Getting Arrested.

What Do I Do?

He Wants To Start

A War? All Right.

We Can Play That Game

For A Little While.

What About The Posters?

Stall As Long

As You Can, All Right?

Meet Me At Home,

1600 Hours.

[Telephone Rings]

[Ring]

Yes, Hello?

Distorted Voice:

Hello, Van Dusen.

Where Were You

Last Night?

I Waited

Over An Hour.

Where Was I?

Where Were You?

I Was There.

At The Fountain?

The Marble Statue

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