Milk Money Page #6

Did I miss something?

You sure did.

V and I have been

in the wetlands

collecting samples since dawn.

Excuse me,

I have to get something

out of the garbage.

You looking for this?

I'm sorry I lied.

But you said the truth

gets you in trouble.

Yeah.

Are you staying?

For a while.

As my mom?

No, not as your mom.

Well, then, as what?

Um... as a friend of the family.

That'll do.

Good. Come on.

There's just one more thing.

Okay, now, I want you

to just watch my feet,

and listen to the music, okay?

See?

Now, you try.

Move your feet.

I said move your feet, Frank.

I am moving my feet.

Okay.

New deal.

Um...

Don't move your feet, okay?

Just sort of sway your hips

from side to side.

I don't want to move my hips-

that's how it all starts.

What?

Sex.

I've decided

it's an evil scheme.

Well, what can you do

with your body?

I mean, something

where you have to...

touch somebody else

and move at the same time.

I- I can thumb wrestle.

Okay.

That's good.

All right, that's a start.

Better watch out-

I'm pretty good.

One, two, three, four.

Now we start the thumb war.

Got you.

- No, you didn't.

- Got you.

Come on.

Yeah!

Frank?

Whoa...!

Frank.

Yeah?

You're dancing.

You're dancing, dude.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Nice day, isn't it?

Sour cream and onion.

Popsicles?

Sure.

Pretzels?

Yeah.

Oh, Fluff.

Hi. How are you?

Great.

Excuse me, ma'am.

Have you seen this woman?

It's important.

Well, take your time.

I've got all day.

No...

I can't say as I have.

Sorry.

I beg your pardon...

Mom? Can I have

the new Cosmo, please?

My mom- she's the greatest.

Where are we going so fast?

You're going home.

I'm taking the fastest

way out of here.

But he didn't even

recognize you.

For all he knows,

you're a million miles away.

He doesn't know my dad

can't fix cars.

I'm not staying, Frank.

So, this is what it's like.

What do you mean?

T o have a mom.

You look cool, Frank.

You look very, very cool.

And tonight,

Stacy's going to think

you look very cool, too.

V, don't go.

It's going to be fun.

Come on.

Oh, sh*t!

Frank! V!

Frank! V!

I found out what's wrong

with the car!

Frank!

Frank? V?

Frank?

Where is everybody?

What happened to you?

I stopped washing...

completely.

You smell.

I will no longer be

my father's dupe.

You don't look so good yourself.

What's up?

Lots of things.

I mean, Stacy loves Brad,

which makes me feel

like I can't breathe.

Mm.

It'd be different

if V were here.

Really?

Think so, huh?

And what would you do

if V were here?

I'd ask her to dance.

Prove it.

Frank.

Couldn't leave

without saying good-bye.

Would you like to dance?

I thought you didn't know how.

I don't.

Well, what do you do at a dance

if you can't dance?

I thumb wrestle.

- Look, sweetie.

- Huh?

It's your dance instructor.

Oh...

Oh, yes!

She's very good, isn't she?

Hmm? Yes. Yes.

Oh, yes.

He can dance.

He can dance really well.

She's a math tutor.

Can she solve

multivariable equations?

What are the odds of finding

another woman with that body

and those skills?

Here comes my Jacket.

I think he likes you.

Think he does?

- Hi.

- Hi.

Would you like this?

Would you like to dance?

Did I miss something?

Mine.

Wait right here.

- Wait, wait, Robert.

- Don't move.

What are you, what are you

going to do?

I'm going to the sock hop...

whatever that is.

I have something important

to tell you.

You don't want me to leave?

Right, I don't want you

to leave, but...

there's something else, too.

You've got a lot of nerve

bringing a slut like this

into our school.

You turned my son into a pig.

Yeah, but he's a...

...happy

...pig.

There are children here.

There are children here!

Fight, fight, fight...

I'm happy to see you, V.

Yeah. It's a real gun.

Hey! Hey-hey-hey.

Whoa! Whoa-whoa,

come on, come on.

I'd ask you to dance, but...

seems you got the last geezer

in a bit of trouble.

You thought you could take

my money and get away with it?

Well, my little bluebird,

you thought wrong.

You know I wouldn't steal

from you, Waltzer.

Oh?

Waltzer...

You think I'm stupid,

is that it?

- No.

- I know the whole story.

Cash steals from me.

He hides $250,000

in the gas tank of his car.

I hated Cash.

You stole his car,

and then it's my money

that's paying

for your nice little life

- in the suburbs.

- No, I wouldn't do that.

I wouldn't do

anything like that.

Oh, yeah?

- Give me your best shot.

- Really?

- Give me your best shot.

- Yeah?

Now, here's the best part.

Are you listening?

Get this, Cloth Ears.

One:
I kill Cash,

I kill you-

I get my money back.

All right?

I love happy endings.

Wait a minute-

there's money in the car?

"Wait a minute-

there's money in the... "

It's still there.

Come on, come on!

What? What?

Hey, Mister,

I know a shortcut.

Fire?

I don't like fire!

Come on, this way,

over here, come on!

Thanks, Sonny Jim.

Oh, my God-

it's a closet.

Yes!

I don't like closets!

It's dark in here!

Come on!

Come on!

- There it is- let's go!

- Okay.

Little bastards.

Who's driving?

Frank! Frank, you let me drive.

Let's go!

Yes!

There's no bloody fire!

Get out the bloody way!

There's no fire...

Get out... come on,

get out the bloody way.

Get out of the way!

What the bloody hell

happened, huh?!

Well... some very small

person took the car,

but I broke a nail, which is...

Broke a nail?

I'll break your bloody neck.

- Get in there.

- Ow!

You're not even worth

the price of a bullet.

Oh, yes, I am.

Oh, no, you're not!

Oh, yes, I am.

You're not.

Am, too!

Not!

Am, too!

Shut up! You're not!

Slow down!

I can't reach

the pedals

and steer at the same time!

I've got some major

cruise control

going here!

All right, you steer,

I'll do pedals.

Good idea!

No, bad idea.

Let me drive!

You can't drive from

the back seat- it's illegal!

Look out, look out!

Oh, oh...

This is the sidewalk!

Sidewalk?

Oh, people!

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

That was part of the car!

Brake! Brake!

Gas!

Brake.

Gas! Gas- he's coming!

Oh, my God! Jesus!

Here comes the pimp-mobile.

Brake!

Gas, gas!

All right!

I see it, I see it!

Wait, left!

Um, um, um, um...

- Right!

- No, left!

Left!

You know that thing on the car-

well, it's gone.

Do we need it?

Let me drive!

You broke the car!

Go right!

You lost the steering wheel?

Who's smoking?

It's the car!

That mad, frigging tart!

Sounds like a train.

I think it is a train.

Well, what's it doing?

Oh, nothing.

Oh, my God!

Brake! We'll never make it!

No, go, go!

We'll make it! Faster!

Brake!

Make up your minds!

All right, all right!

Brake!

Gas!

Oh, my God!

What happened?

Fire!

She's going to blow!

It's a fire. Get out!

Get out!

Ow, you big jerk!

You could have killed me.

Jesus...

She's going to blow!

Get away!

Come on, get out, Frank.

Pull, pull!

Get him out!

Get him out of here!

Get him out!

They're children, you big dope!

Oh, God- they blew up

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