Jock Page #2

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My first encounter with Mr. Seedling

was neither warm or welcoming.

I... um... I brought this

crate up from the coast.

Ah yes, been expecting this.

I'd like a pan and shovel please...

...and a bag of salt.

You've got more chance

of HIM finding gold.

We're going to find gold boy.

Come see where we are going.

This is where I arrived

Jock, on a ship like this.

And that's where we met. Crooks'Corner.

This is Jim's Kraal,

where your mother lives.

We'll see her soon. And

this is where we're going.

Pilgrim's Rest, Gold by the ton!

That's where you are.

What's this?

Jock! He's my dog, cleverest

dog you'll ever meet!

Blow me down, it survived.

Well if he gets any bigger,

George can have a little sport.

Are you a missionary?

Not at all. I'm going to make my

fortune in gold. Pilgrims Rest!

The only way you'll find gold,

is if you pick it outta my teeth!

Stay close.

Ah, Miss Morris! How are you, luv?

Ewgh! I detest this place.

- I've come for my books.

- They're here!

Excuse me?

I mean, in the crate, we brought...

Just arrived from the coast,

they'll be with you

on our next delivery!

Hey, I'm Jock.

Who do you think you are?

Scruffy little thing? Humph!

Hello.

Hey.

So you come here often?

Nice place.

Get out of my way. Hey there, Pol!

Do not call me that! My name

is Polly. Miss Polly to you.

How long you in town darl... er... Polly?

Get away you vile dog!

Get away! Come on Polly.

Off you go! Don't want you

mixing with these mongrels.

Stay away from her.

Tell me the odds, Seedling!

Ah, Mr. Morris. The favorite is yellow.

Yellow! Awful colour! I'll take blue!

We just arrived recently,

we're looking for gold.

Been here long?

About half a day and still after these

races we're going to have to be heading back.

I can't wait.

Hello Polly! Where have you been?

I suggest you place your bet,

- and remove your dog.

- Father! Don't be rude.

This is Mr. Fitzpatrick.

He's here for the races.

- Pleased to make your acquaintance sir...

- Mr. Morris.

I'd like to place this on blue please.

Break the bank?

I'm sorry, it's all I have.

Don't worry boy, we're

going to make a fortune.

Here's to blue!

Blue! Blue! Blue!

So you've seen this before,

Jim, it all looks like fun.

We'll prepare to leave in the morning.

Hello.

Pezulu, what's bothering you?

Everything. Everything

about this place bothers me.

Especially that baboon, you

know what he does don't you?

He fights dogs!

Hey George! Bet on me mate!

Keep an eye on things

here, I'll be right back.

Settle, George, settle!

There'll be champagne after this one.

Huh, what's he up to?

Whatever it is, it's got

nothing to do with us.

Stop worrying Pezulu, he's tied up!

Jock, I promised your mother...

This will be amazing!

- Hello Lillian!

- Oh hello!

Camptown ladies sing this

song! Doo-da, Doo-da, Doo-da!

Camptown racetracks come

along! Oh, de doo-da day!

Come on, it'll soon be over.

Don't worry! Be Happy!

Now that's Basil, now he used to be in the

circus with George, he's an entertainer.

A little rearranging of the colours.

Fine.

Where's Wart?

What's he doing?

Let's make this a handicap race.

The thorn! Why did he do that?

That's the colour Fitz bet

on. He'll lose all his money.

What are you looking

at? Get away from here!

You look gorgeous, you look absolutely

gorgeous! Keep your colours on!

Keep your colours on! Get into

position, where the jockeys?

Look at them!

They race?

So!

He's a bad man.

Seedling makes money anyway he can.

Oh man, I can't wait!

No, no, this is where you stand.

Keep your tails up boys!

Ah! Don't you do this to me, Wart!

Wart, what is your problem?

I'll do it.

What? No! No. He can't

run. No, he can't!

No! No!

Who are you?

Do what?

Race.

Come here boy, ah, ah, listen,

hold on. Hold on! He won't run!

Let me do it, Basil.

The pig can't race.

Seedling stuck a thorn in his foot!

A thorn? How do you know?

Is it bad?

Oh no! Oh no, no, no,

no. You'll be fine.

Here. Bite on this.

How's that, hmm? Can you run?

Basil! I'll run.

You can't!

Ah, someone's coming, someone's coming!

Oh Jock! Oh, we're gonna

get in trouble now.

Come on, Basil.

Oh you... Here.

S'truth! OK you messy bunch, get ready!

Ah, the runt, someone

for you to beat Snarly.

Hmmm, thanks.

One of the singular things about

distant outposts of civilization is the way that

the people there adapt to the local environment.

There were few horses to be had

then, but warthogs were plentiful

so they developed this

new form of racing.

The residents of Crooks Corner

took this derby quite seriously.

Ah. The thrill of racing.

Yes, it's a little different.

This is Africa, Mr.

Fitzpatrick, nothing is normal!

Take your seats!

Oh, wait till your

mother hears about this!

Relax, will you, Pezulu?!

She's gonna put me in the chicken soup,

I don't know what she's gonna do with

me, what am I gonna do with myself?

And we're walking and we're

walking and we're stopping.

- This is Julian.

- Hi!

Julian is your jockey.

You do not win. OK? OK?

Remember everybody: Blue does not win.

He's got no chance.

No runt wins anything!

Yeah right.

OK you lot, wait for the gun...

Drop the stick, Julian, hold on tight.

Hold on. Okay?

Coming through!

What are you doing?

So long, sucker!

- I don't see blue father

- What?

Oh wait, here he comes!

Ah! How's my pig doing?

It's a dog.

Eat my dust, Snarly!

I think it's your dog.

I don't think so

- Here we go!

- Go Jock, Go! Go!

Go, you dog! Good show!

He'd have won if wasn't

for that pig without a...

Don't get hot and bothered.

A pig without a Jockey is disqualified.

Ha, ha, ha, ha! Look at you!

Oh no.

Excuse me, sir!

This is the champion!

This is the winner!

Well done!

You're number one!

How did he get involved?

Cut it out, Seedling, pay your debts.

Oh apologies, Mr. Morris, but this dog

was not registered.

Registered? Ha ha ha! Since when has

anything been registered in this place?

Mr. Seedling, the dog did not break

the rules and wore your colours.

Mr. Fitzpatrick and I will

receive our money graciously.

Well done my boy!

Jock. Stay with me, stay with me now.

Jock, come on, boy, come on!

Nice race huh?

What happened?

Wart couldn't even stand,

the dog just forced his way in.

Get that runt, then wait for me below.

Now don't stay too long on this island,

terrible place. And you be careful with Seedling.

Oh. Hello Seedling.

Oh Seedling, do not

forget Mr. Fitzpatrick.

Help me up! Let's go, Lillian.

Bye!

- Goodbye!

- Bye.

Come on, boy. Thanks for this.

See you back at the camp, Jim!

Pssst. Jockie! Come and

join us, come on boy.

Race party! It's in the

cellar, chips and dips!

- No. No we can't.

- Why not?

No. Because we gotta get out of here

before you get us into anymore trouble!

Come and join us, come on boy, the

winner has to be there, it's tradition.

Let's go.

What happened? It was your

job to stay at the baobab

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