King Of The Hill Page #6

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Pretty much.

- I have to tell you something.

- What?

Wait,

put your hand out a little.

Try it.

Good.

You kept your hand on the ground.

You gotta get your knuckles down.

You gotta twist your arm.

That was fast.

Shh. Shh.

Aaron!

Why do...? Why do...?

Sullivan?

- Dad!

- Sullivan, what are you doing here?

- What are you doing here?

- Uncle Nathan...

It's a long story.

Oh, never mind. Tell me later.

Oh, it's so good to see you both.

I knew you could take care

of yourselves.

You know why I came home?

Because I got the WPA job.

- I'm a clerk, first-class.

- Great!

You know what's great? It's the salary.

Sixty-five dollars a month.

- Sixty-five dollars!

- Yeah!

Didn't I tell you not to worry?

Let's not sit around.

Let's go get your mother,

and see Donald

at the Carleton Apartments.

- How about that?

- What about all our stuff?

We buy new stuff.

After all, $65 a month.

No!

I'm not leaving my stuff here for Ben.

But I've got it all arranged.

Mom is waiting,

Donald Miller is waiting.

We could move

into the new apartment right away.

Aaron, the only way you could

take your things is if I pay the bill.

And I'm not going to pay the bill, OK?

Why is this so important to you?

It just is.

- We'll meet you at the Carleton Court.

- We?

You're coming with me.

I'm staying with Aaron.

Well...

...l'm going.

You'll never get your things past Ben.

Never.

What are we gonna do?

Back up! I'm gonna drop it.

I'll get the suitcases,

you take the other stuff.

OK!

Who're you looking for there, slick?

None of your business.

Dressed awful warm, ain't ya?

A friend of mine once said

that you could teach a dog

to walk on its hind legs,

but it's still a dog.

What did I tell ya?

Gimme that apple! Gimme that apple!

I'll put your ass into jail.

Gimme that apple!

- Hey, Big Butt!

- Yeah?

Better watch your step,

you big bohunk.

You don't know what kind of trouble

you're in, you little...

You! Get out of here!

You little bastard!

Get out of here!

You son of a b*tch!

You!

I can let you boys stay in here

until your parents show up.

Then I'll give the keys to your father.

Oh, thanks.

- What are these?

- Paints.

- We're gonna deliver them to Mr Sandoz.

- Oh, I get it.

Can you hear me?

Yes!

Can you hear me?

Yes, I can hear you!

Wow!

- Aaron? Sullivan?

- Hello!

They're here!

- Hello!

- Mom!

Hi!

- You've grown a bit.

- I think you're taller.

Mom,

there's a lot of stuff in here.

Don't you wanna say hello

to your mother?

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