Jack Frost Page #4

Where are you going to go now, Frost?

Be carefuI!

HeIp!

Just hoId on!

I'm coming. I'm coming!

I'm coming, CharIie!

I can't hoId on!

HoId on. I'm coming.

What are you doing?

Don't you worry. I'm coming!

ToId you I was coming.

You know, sometimes|it's good to have a big butt.

Let's get out of here!

There he is!

Let's get him!

Come on, guys.|Go, go, go!

You steer.

I'II scream.

Do something!

Zap them into ice.

Zap them into ice? Get reaI!|I don't even have pockets.

Duck, CharIie!

That'II cooI him off.

HoId on!

I am hoIding on.

You the man!

No, you the man.

I'm the snowman.

We're safe!

Okay, we're not safe.

What's going on?

Nothing.

I don't think so.

AII right!

Look out!

Time to spIit.

I'II see you at the bottom.

I sIimmed down!

Shredding.

Big air!

Right behind you, Frost.

PuII your vehicIe over.

Snowman!

Perfect.

Here we go.

Catch some air, baby!

This is awesome!

Look out.|Look out for the trees!

-Carving time!|-I'm behind you!

Big carves.

-We were ripping!|-That was cooI.

-That was great.|-Did you see that?

One time, thank you.

Did you see me going down?|The nice thing about big. . .

. . .baIIs, excuse me, is Iook how|you can move around them.

I Iike the roundedness.

You can throw your weight over|on this side of the board.

-Better than being skinny.|-HoId on.

-You aImost got me kiIIed.|-I saved your butt too, paI.

So I'm supposed to beIieve|you're my dad?

Do me a favor. Go easy on me.

Because I'm having troubIe|deaIing with it myseIf, okay?

You know. . .

. . .he died a year ago.

I know. I was there.

You're nuts.

Great. He doesn't beIieve me.

It's not enough I got. . .

. . .these stick arms|and this humongous butt.

And that dippy waIk.

What's wrong with my waIk?|Is it that bad?

AII right.

So you're my dad, huh?

How did my hamster die?

Your hamster? Heart attack.

Vacuum cIeaner.

WeII, yeah, but. . . .

I'II bet it had a heart attack|on the way in.

AII right.

What's my hockey position?

That's easy. Right wing.

-Wrong.|-What? You're a wing.

They moved me to defense Iast year.

Oh, man, CharIie-boy.

I'm sorry. Defense is a good position,|but you're a naturaI winger.

HoId on.|What'd you caII me?

I said. . .

. . . ''CharIie-boy. ''

That's what I aIways caII you.|CharIie-boy.

Dad?

Dad!

It is me, CharIie.|I'm back.

HoId on.|This is reaIIy weird.

I just hugged a snowman.

You pIayed on the magic harmonica.

What? Magic harmonica?

I thought you made that up!

So did I.

You know what?

Let's go home and taIk, okay?

You know, catch up on stuff.|And you know something?

I'm hungry.

Boy, your mom is going to be jazzed|we fixed that sink.

Snow peas.|You shouId Iike these.

LeveI with me. How is she?

She's good.

She moved a picture|of you next to her bed.

What's that?

Mom's home.

She can't be!|She can't see me Iike this!

Nobody can see me Iike this,|but especiaIIy her.

Just a minute, Mom!

Honey, why are aII the windows open?

PIease, you gotta heIp me.

It's freezing in here.

CharIie, what's going on?

Science fair project.

You're kidding.

Why is the fIoor wet?

WeII, the science fair project. . .

. . .it's about what it's Iike|to Iive in an igIoo.

And Eskimos have|wet fIoors, Mom. Duh.

It's freezing in here.|What's going on?

And what's with aII the food?

I got kind of hungry.

Three bags of veggies?

I got reaI hungry?

What?

There's something I need to teII you.

WeII?

This science fair thing?

It was NataIie's idea.

Okay. Just teII NataIie|the next experiment's at her house.

Grab some toweIs and heIp me|with this, okay?

I think I need a day off.

Frosty the Snowman

Had to hurry on his way

But he waved goodbye

Saying, ''Don 't you cry,|l'll be back again some--''

You said the snowman spoke to you?

Yes, he did.

And he knew my name.

Were there any other witnesses?

There wasn 't any other witnesses.

ln the Rocky Mountain states...

...folks may not be in for|a white Christmas after all.

CharIie, honey,|did you fix the sink?

Why is the snowman facing this way?

I turned him. . .

. . .to even out his tan.

Was that Sid I heard taIking on TV?

What was he taIking about?

Nothing, reaIIy.

I saw him yesterday at the bank. . .

. . .and he toId me|that you quit the team.

CharIie, you didn't teII me.

You want to taIk?

About what?

I don't know.

This hockey thing. . .

. . .or how you're doing in schooI.

You teII me.

I'm trying to watch the weather.

Gabby, it'II be aII right.|I'm here now.

WeII. . .

. . .sort of.

Oh, boy.

I invented the backdoor escape,|okay? What's up?

Since you showed up, Mom thinks|I'm nuts, Rory Buck wants to kiII me. . .

. . .and I'm pretty sure|my dad's a snowman.

So what's the probIem?

I know yesterday was a rough day.|Things'II get better.

Quit foIIowing me.

You're a snowman!

PeopIe wiII see you and cut you up|into ice cube trays.

If that's the danger of hanging out|with you, I'II take the chance.

-Fine.|-Fine.

ReaIIy fine.

Fine as wine--

What?

I can't beIieve|I Iet you taIk me into this.

I think we Iook kind of. . .

. . .you know, cute.

Somebody's going to hear you.

Check it out.

What's up with that?

Dude, he ditched us for a snowman.

I saw on the GeoIogy ChanneI. . .

. . .they can actuaIIy turn pine cones|into a homemade expIosive device.

How's your science|project coming?

What science project?

-The one about what it's Iike--|-Isn't that CharIie?

Hey, Mac.

FinaIIy come in for|some Christmas Iights?

I need a cup of that house paint|you caII coffee.

You got it.

So what's going on?

Know when I promised not to bother|you for any taIks with CharIie?

I Iied.|I need you to taIk to CharIie.

Nobody knows about this pIace.|I come here to think.

WeII, it's reaIIy cooI.

I've been here a Iot this year.

You know, Dad, I'm sorry|I gave you back the harmonica.

Don't worry about it.|You were mad. I'd be mad too.

Can I ask you why you|quit pIaying hockey?

-Hockey's not that great.|-Yeah, right.

The Iast person you see every night|is Wayne Gretzky on your waII.

TeII you what. We're here.|Let's work on the J-shot.

I don't think so.

I see. It's Iike that.

Looks Iike I'm working|out by myseIf. . .

. . .even though I haven't|pIayed hockey in. . .

. . .a year.

I'II find a rock to use as a puck,|seeing as I'II be pIaying. . .

. . .aII aIone.

AII right, aII right, I'II skate.

Just stop beIIyaching.

We'II get our nice baIance.|We'II get set up.

Man, this was a Iot easier|when I had Iegs.

We're going to stay nice and reIaxed.|ReaI Ioose.

We come through. We snap our wrist.

Just before we do that. . .

. . .I make this IittIe move here.

That goaIie couId sue me|for whipIash.

That's pretty cooI.

A IittIe thing I caII the J-shot.

Now, Iet's pIay some hockey.

Are you Iooking for the power?

Then bring it, son.

That's a J-shot, dude!

-I did it!|-That's you! That's aII you!

But I didn't score.

Life is fuII of setbacks.

Look at me.|I'm a snowdrift with arms.

You can give up, or you can|keep firing the puck, bud.

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