Moomins and the Comet Chase Page #5

the north side of tree trunks.

It stays put and doesn't wobble around

like a compass needle.

This place

is so big and dark.

You go first!

Thank you, Sniff!

Um! Augh!

On second thought,

It's worse than having

something scary behind you.

Me first. Me first!

Ugh! Ugh! Next, that's it!

I've had enough of being bossed around.

- Oh! -Oh! Oh...!

- Oh! - Oh!

Ohhh! Ehugh!

- Ha! Ha!

- Sniff!

I'm sorry,

but my legs are shorter than yours,

and I can't keep up!

You get this rope away from me!

Sniff, c'mon!

We have to keep going!

- Don't tell me what to do.

And don't do things I don't like.

Enough! Enough, settle down you two!

We still have a long way to go.

I've had enough of this trip!

Help!

Help!

Did you hear that?

- Help! Help!

It sounded like somebody

screaming for help.

Somebody help me!

Yeah, I heard it too.

Maybe it's a little creature that's

lost in the forest. - Help!

C'mon!

Help!

Help me!

It's Snork Maiden!

- Help!

By my snout!

We have to rescue her! Hurry!

- Help!

Help me!

Snork didn't know what to do.

The poisonous bush of the dangerous

Angostura family

had put its claws around his sister

and wouldn't let her go.

- Woah! Woo! Whoah!

- Woah, whoa!! Ooo! oo! Ohh!

Ahh-hh!

You stupid tree!!!

Let me go,

you stupid tree!

Sweet thundering pickles!

Help! This ghastly bush is

gobbling up my sister!

I'll make that moster let her go.

Just you wait!

Take this, to be on the safe side.

And try to make it angry,

Angosturas are very easily insulted.

You thimble!

You flat-foot flibbertigibbet!

You're an ugliest crumble

of wrapping paper!

You reek like legal jam!

Finally, it let go of Snork Maiden.

It turned every one of its angry red eyes

on Moomintroll

and attacked him instead.

Cloud-headed ninnyhammer!

You can't tell a sweet--

- You're doing great!

Keep it up just a little bit longer!

Tell him Moomin! You tell him!

Go on! Go on!!

Ohh! Augh!

Let me... go... you big...

...big... ferrnopolis.

Oh! Oh!

I'll help you my hero!

There!

Ouch!

Oh no!

What have I done?

I've killed Moomintroll!

He'll be fine!

- Don't worry Snork Maiden!

Ha!

Take that you winklepiicker!

There!

That oughta do it!

Now you won't have anything

to fear from that bush.

Oh Moomintroll!

You are really brave!

You fought like a lion!

And boy,

you know a lot of insults!

Snork Maiden,

I'm so happy to see you.

And I have something for ya!

Here!

- Ahhh!

I can't believe it!

I thought it was lost forever!

Could you put it on for me?

Please?

Thank you Moomintroll!

My sister has talked about nothing but that

wretched piece of jewelry for days now.

I've tried to explain about the comet

and our dire predicament,

but oh no, she just kept going on and on

about her ankle bracelet.

It's insufferable!

Ah! Heh!

Ahhh! Mm! He! Mmmh!

I do hope you at least,

are as concerned

by the imminent impact

of this ominous comet as I am.

You bet we are!

It will hit us on Sunday,

and I saw it through a telescope.

We must convene

a meeting at once!

Gather round everyone,

and sit down.

Item one:
We know that

the comet will hit us on Sunday.

Item two:
Why does no one

ever pay attention to what I'm saying?

I don't know.

Has it always been that way?

The friends continued towards

Moominvalley.

Look, a signpost!

We came from there.

And it says,

in that direction there's a shop.

Do you think they'd sell lemonade

in a shop like that?

We should be hurrying

straight home!

But... Maybe,

maybe we can have a quick look.

This little forest roam deserves

its own tune.

The road to the shop

wound pleasantly through the forest.

Snork Maiden kept stopping to admire

at her reflection in the puddles.

Look edible to you?

- Who knows.

It was a fine little shop

There were signs

advertising licorice,

beeswax candles and porte rhymes.

They have everything you

could ever need!

Snork Maiden!

But Snork Maiden had found a mirror.

Knit one, pearl two.

Ah! So many customers!

What can I get for you?

- Lemonade please.

- Red, if you've got it.

Certainly.

I call it comet lemonade.

There you are!

Eh. Ahem!

Do you have exercise books

either with lines or squares?

Certainly.

Just a moment.

One never tires of squares, does one?

Here, take a peek.

The red one's nice, isn't it?

Thanks, but there are

more squares in this one.

Hmmm.

Hmm!

I could use a new pair of trousers,

but they mustn't look new.

Yes, of course.

What about these?

- Mmmmm.

They're a bit short.

Here, we'll just roll down the legs.

But...

don't they look terribly new?

By tomorrow,

they'll be a day older.

Now, what'll it be for you young man?

- Mmmh?

- I would like a tiara.

A tiara?

Well, that's an unusual request.

What would that be for?

Ha-ha-ha-ha!

He's going to give it to Snork Maiden!

Silly Moomintroll,

he's in love!

Ha-ha-ha, ho,

he-he-he!

Don't be silly, Sniff.

There's nothing silly

about giving a lady jewelry.

But that's something

you're too small to understand.

Hello! I was admiring myself

in the mirror ball.

Did you miss me?

Hmmm.

Why not give her this

instead of a tiara?

Ah! It's beautiful!

Hello!

- Oh!

- Oh! - Would you happen to have any...

- Hello!

medals for sale?

Indeed, what?

Medals.

Stars to hang on the chest.

Heroic gentlemen like such things.

Oh, I see!

Medals, hmm?

Hmmm.

I'm afraid that we don't.

Unless...

Then the shopkeeper remembered the box

of holiday decorations on the top shelf.

- Well?

- Ah, it's perfect!

Haah!

I love it!

Thank you!

It's for you, Moomintroll.

For rescuing me from that

poisonous bush.

Moomintroll was speechless,

it was the first in his life.

-Hip-hip-hurray! Hurray!!

-Hip-hip-hurray! Hurray!!

I have something for you too.

Now you won't have

to look at yourself in puddles.

Ha-ha-ha-ha! Look! Look!

She's blushing! Heh-heh-ha!

Ah! It's so beautiful!

Ahem! So how much do we owe you?

Just a minute!

Let me add it up. Mmm. Mmm.

Mirror. Medal. Exercise book.

Lemonade.

Thank you.

Oh dear! We've run up quite a bill!

Oh, no!

I don't have any money.

Do you?

- I don't even have pockets.

- No. No. -Let me see. -No.

No money there!

And none here.

Uh-oh!

I think I's better

let the trousers get older.

Thanks, but we

won't take anything, after all.

We have no money, you see.

But the gentleman returned the trousers.

They would have cost exactly as much

as your other purchases combined.

One thing cancels the other...

so you don't owe a thing!

Are you sure?

I mean...

can that really be right?

- Huh?

- Huhh?

Eh... ha-ha-ha...

- Mmmm.

Of course it's right.

I keep the trousers, don't I?

How wonderful!

Thank you.

-Bye-bye! - Bye! -Bye-bye! -Bye!

-Happy trails! - Bye-bye! - Bye-bye!

They said goodbye to the shopkeeper.

And set off once again

in much better spirits

than they'd been in for days.

Sometimes you need to take a break,

just to take your mind

off your troubles...

especially comets from outer space.

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