Jack and the Cuckoo-Clock Heart Page #2

You were so captivated by the

basement of the mountain!

Well?

How was your journey

to the center of town?

I have work to do downstairs.

Well?

It was fabulous!

What was so fabulous?

A little singer who won't

wear her glasses.

What's that?

She's mesmerizing.

Like a bird

perched on high heels.

She has something

so fragile yet intense.

Like kindling.

When she sings,

it's like birdsong with words.

And her nose!

A work of art!

So pert I wonder if it works

or if it's only for decoration.

It's too tiny to hold her glasses.

With a cold,

she snores like a locomotive!

No, a nose like that

only sounds like a flute.

You're sure you haven't

caught a bug?

You have!

It's against the rules.

Against the rules!

I know.

For your own good.

If only I could live without love!

Take it from us.

I fall in love with every

patient who comes here.

And it never lasts

with any of them.

Like the flowers?

I chose them myself!

Took them off a grave,

you mean.

Of a very rich and

much beloved man.

Drowning in flowers.

We just tidied it up,

so people can see

the tombstone.

The poor man's name

was hidden.

Poor man.

That reminds me,

I have a surprise for you.

You do?

Thank you!

A new dress, Luna?

You don't like it?

She found it next

to the flowers.

It's a teenage throwback.

I just remodeled it a touch.

It was our school uniform

at Calton Hill.

School?

I was a real Goody-Two-Shoes.

Madeleine, I was thinking

about the 3 rules...

- That's wonderful.

- Isn't it?

- I found the solution.

- What solution?

I need to go to school.

To learn and understand

the rules,

and apply them in real life.

How about you start

by studying the slate?

If I want to work properly,

I have to go to school.

School! You'll be bored stiff.

No, I won't.

You will so.

You won't get to choose what

you read, unlike here.

You'll have to sit still for hours.

You won't be allowed

to make any noise.

Even dreaming's only

allowed at recess.

Knowing you, you'll hate it.

And they'll all make fun of your clock.

As if you were a monster.

All children go to school.

You're always working

and I get lonely.

I need to discover

the world now.

Discover the world?

At school?

There's a satchel in the attic.

Bring it down.

That's the best birthday present

I could wish for.

Hello.

Do you know a tiny,

short-sighted singer?

Hi, have you seen a singer...

For a few years now this

place has felt like home.

It's not only the schoolyard

that I've made my own.

All the other pupils respect

and fear me.

If they didn't, they know

they'd pay for it dearly.

I don't like change.

For me life's about stability.

I crush anyone

who challenges my authority.

I always do what needs doing

to be the undisputed king.

But a new lad just started

and he wants to muscle in.

Looking for something?

Yes, a singer.

In miniature.

What do you want with her?

I saw her bumping into things,

so I wanted to buy her

a pair of glasses.

Her name's...

Her name is Miss Acacia.

Miss Acacia.

Nobody's allowed even to

speak her name, except me!

Nobody!

You hear me, pipsqueak?

Forget about her.

What's that ticking?

Is that your heart racing?

Yes.

You're in love with her, as well?

A bit.

Your tough luck.

She's gone.

She fled the country.

Don't let me hear you think about her.

I'll smash your ticker.

Got that?

I'll crush you, so you can

never fall in love again.

# Hail to you, my feline friend #

# On the rooftops every night #

# With the moon as

your bedside light. #

Well?

What was school like?

Did a satchel-clad imp

dodge giving me a kiss?

Next time,

I'll crack your heart open

on your skull.

Come and see Big Ben!

Come and grind his gears.

Go ahead, take it in turns.

# Everywhere I go #

# There's a door called Joe. #

# I have to find the key #

# And at least set me free... #

It belonged to a good friend.

He died in the saddle,

going giddy up, giddy up!

Ride 'em, cowboy!

Libido killed the rodeo star!

That's enough!

Let's have some fun.

14 years old! Party time!

Back home, you'd be

considered an adult!

Arthur, Anna, Madeleine...

Fiesta!

Come on, let your hair down!

# Happy birthday #

# To you #

# Happy birthday #

# To you #

# Happy birthday #

# Happy birthday

to you, Joe #

# Happy birthday #

# To you. #

Happy birthday, Joe.

Give me that card.

Now!

It's my birthday.

It's for me.

Signed Miss Acacia.

It's for me.

It's my birthday!

You're running slow, Big Ben!

Ah!

Ah!

Did school go well today?

No.

What happened?

You saw that singer!

- I killed Joe!

- What?

I killed his eye with the cuckoo.

Madeleine,

policemen coming up the hill.

To arrest me because

of Joe's eye!

Take Jack and put him

on the first train out.

Leave it to us.

I'll handle the police.

I'll pack a bag

and you'll go out back.

What'll you tell them?

That you never came home,

then that you're missing.

In time, you'll be declared dead.

Arthur will help me dig a grave.

With what in the coffin?

No coffin. An epitaph on the tree.

The police won't check.

The advantage of being a "witch. "

They don't open my tombs.

Take care of your key.

As soon as you settle down,

consult a clockmaker.

- Don't you mean doctor?

- Definitely not.

Don't let a doctor

near your heart,

only a qualified clockmaker.

Not so hard,

you'll damage your clock.

You have to leave now.

I'd die if they caught you.

Come on, let's go.

I haven't even left yet

and I feel so cold.

# As the train departs,

I'm falling apart #

# Like a clock tower

left to rot #

# In a desert of

blue smoke #

# I start my trip

going lickety spit #

# Prey to a fear that grips #

# All the while

scared to bits #

# I'll learn to control

the shakes #

# But for now my heart rattles

like a snake #

# In a tin can #

# Panic's causing frantic

antics in my heart #

# Loco locomotive #

# Loco locomotive,

steam away #

# Watch out for me without you

I'll have nowhere to go #

# My heart's on the blink

so heavy it just sinks #

# I'm teetering on the brink #

# It tosses and turns and skips

a beat a shipwrecked heart #

# Is no good for love #

# Roll in the fog #

# Rattle your ghost trains #

# The time is right

to conjure up for you #

# Specters of sublime women #

# Blondes or brunettes

rolling the dice in the night #

# I'll slice 'em up

before they take fright #

# Compliments of your humble servant

Jack the Ripper #

# Have no fear, my boy #

# You'll soon learn to scare #

# To prove you exist #

# Have no fear, my boy #

# You'll learn to send shivers

down spines #

# Panic's causing frantic antics

in my heart #

# Loco locomotive #

# Loco locomotive,

steam away #

# Panic's causing frantic antics

in my heart #

# Loco locomotive #

# Loco locomotive, steam away. #

Damn thing refuses to work!

Apologies for the intrusion,

but I'm anxious to play

with my invention,

and it keeps breaking down on me

for no reason, see?

Yes, I think I see.

What do we have here?

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