Pants on Fire Page #3
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I'M LISA,
YOU SILLY GOOSE.
YOUR GIRLFRIEND!
-FROM ARIZONA.
-COOL.
NO! NOT COOL.
IT'S NOT REAL.
THERE'S NO ARIZONA?
A FAKE GIRLFRIEND?
SEE WHAT I MADE:
FOR YOU, SNOOKUMS?
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DUDE?
ON IT.
HEY... JEN. [CHUCKLES]
UH... I'VE BEEN MEANING
TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT SOMETHING.
OKAY, OKAY.
WHY WOULDN'T I WANT TO
SEE MY BOYFRIEND?
WHAT?
[SOBS]
AFTER I DROVE:
ON A LEARNER'S PERMIT?
WOW, JACK, I'M SURPRISED!
YOU AND LISA:
HMM...
IF YOU SHOULD TAKE JAZZ OR TAP.
WHY YOU'VE BEEN MEANING
OKAY. JUST, UH...
TELL ME:
THIS ISN'T EVEN REAL!
[DARKLY]:
[ROARS]:
YOU THINKLIKE A STALE ENCHILADA?
WELL, GIRLFRIENDS
ARE NOT ENCHILADAS, JACK!
MAYBE YOU SHOULDN' BE BREAKING UP
WE AREN'T BREAKING UP.
WE COULDN'T POSSIBLY BE
BREAKING UP:
[STARTS WAILING]:
WAH-AH-AH!
NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO.
HOW ABOUT THIS?
[LISA WAILING LOUDLY
IN THE DISTANCE]
WHERE NO ONE CAN SEE YOU CRYING.
[LISA WHIMPERING]
TA-DAH!
AS IMPRESSIVE:
AS THIS IS... NOT,
JUST TELL JACK THA I CAME OUT HERE TO SEE MIKEY,
SO I LEFT.
OKAY.
I THINK JAZZ,
BUT...
LET ME SEE:
THE TAP AGAIN.
CALM DOWN.
I DON'T KNOW WHAT GOT INTO ME.
I'M REALLY EXCITED TO SEE YOU.
I KNEW IT!
THAT WAY,
YEAH... LET'S DO THAT.
SO HOW ABOUT I MEET YOU AFTER?
OKAY.
OH, BUT I WANTED
TO MEET--
THANKS, MAN.
TOO LONG, POOKIE.
YOU KNOW I DON'T LIKE
TO BE DISAPPOINTED.
[GIGGLES]
WORST-CASE SCENARIO?
WORST-CASE SCENARIO!
SOMEHOW, THE THINGS
WHAT? HOW? WHAT?
EXACTLY.
SO, WAIT--
IT'LL COME TRUE?
I... HAVE A JET-PACK!
I MEAN, I'M NO GOING CRAZY, AM I?
AM I GOING CRAZY?
[THUD]
MAYBE I SHOULD TO
WE CAN'T BOTH
BE GOING CRAZY.
I'M SURE THERE'S A PERFECTLY
REASONABLE EXPLANATION
FOR ALL THIS.
OR, UH, STOLEN GOLD
FROM A LEPRECHAUN?
WELL, WE NEED TO FIGURE OU HOW TO STOP THIS
"WORSE"?
GET ANY WORSE?
OH! WHY WOULD
YOU SAY THAT?
ROOKIE MOVE, MAN!
PICK A FIGHT...
WE DIDN'T FORGET.
LUMBERJACKS:
MOOSE HAVE EXCELLENT MEMORIES.
DON'T TELL ME.
THE LUMBERJACKS?
OH, OKAY. GUYS...
THERE'S NO NEED TO GET PHYSICAL.
AND KICK BUTT.
AND I ALREADY:
FLANNEL IS THE FABRIC OF CHOICE
FOR LUMBERJACKIN'
BECAUSE IT CONTINUES TO INSULATE
EVEN WHEN IT'S WET.
THAT WAS:
SURPRISINGLY INFORMATIVE.
WE'RE GONNA HAVE TO FIGHT THEM.
[ROARS]
[STOPS ROARING]
[CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY]
STURDY. HEH.
GOOD LUCK.
THREE SECONDS.
HEY, GUYS!
ON SOMETHING?
[FEET TAPPING]
NO-NO-NO--
NO, OKAY. OKAY.
[RYAN YELPS]:
OOH! I DON'T THINKAHH--
OOH! AH!
[HIGH VOICE]:
[LUMBERJACKS GRUNTING]
[FUMING]
-PULL HARDER!
-IT'S SUCK!
YOU'D BETTER BE
COWERING IN THERE!
[GRUNTING]
[ROCK]:
COME ON, CHIP!JACK?
AHH. HI, JENNIFER.
OH. UM, LUMBERJACKS.
SO, UH, WHATCHA--
WHATCHA DOIN'?
WHAT?
HEY, BUDDY.
NICE SHIRT!
A LOT OF PEOPLE CAN' PULL OFF THE SHREDDED LOOK,
[SNAP]
-[ROARING]:
IT'S TIMBER-R-R-R---TIMBER-R-R--
[OVERLAPPING, MEEKLY]:
...TIME.
OKAY, UH, LET'S GO
STAND SOMEWHERE ELSE.
HERE THEY ARE!
OKAY.
COLUMBIAN MAPLE?
[SCOFFS]
BARRICADED A DOOR BEFORE.
[BOTH CRACKING UP]
[PLANK CLATTERS]
I TOLD YOU:
SOMETHING ABOU STAKING OUT YOUR HOUSE?
WAIT. WHO'S LISA?
OH, UH, JUST A...
WELL, I'M GLAD
HE'S FANTASTIC.
WHAT ARE YOU:
DOING RIGHT NOW?
TO MY HOUSE.
WE HAVE:
THE CUTEST KITTY.
AW!
MY PERFECT AFTERNOON.
WE'VE GOT A HUGGER!
OH, OKAY.
-YEAH, WHY CAN'T HE TALK TO ME?
IT'S JUST, YOU KNOW,
YOU GUYS ARE JUS BOTH COMPLETE STRANGERS.
YOU'VE TOLD ME
-I FEEL LIKE I ALREADY KNOW HER.
"JENNY"?
PFFT. NO!
SURE HE DOES.
AND YOU ARE JUST AS BEAUTIFUL AS
JACK IS ALWAYS SAYING YOU ARE.
I NEVER TOLD SAID THAT TO YOU!
YOU DON'T THINK
SHE'S BEAUTIFUL?
OH, WHAT? [STAMMERING]
NO, I-- [SIGHING]
WILL YOU EXCUSE US FOR A SECOND?
THANK YOU.
WILL YOU PLEASE JUST STAY AWAY
AND I CAN' HAVE YOU MESSING THEM UP!
[KID]:
HEY, LOOK!ISN'T THAT MIKEY?
HEY!
[LAUGHTER AND CHATTER]
[LAUGHING AND CHATTING]
THIS GUY'S
GOTTA BE A FAKE.
IF ONLY:
MAYBE WE CAN.
OKAY.
[RYAN WHIMPERING]
OH... HEY, MIKEY.
SO, YOU'VE KNOWN JACK
A WHILE NOW, HUH?
YEAH, TWO YEARS.
A TRUE FRIEND.
AREN'T FRIENDS
THE GREATEST?
YEAH.
I STILL REMEMBER
THIRD GRADE!
SCIENCE CLASS.
OH! YEAH, YEAH.
BECAUSE, UH,
MY PET GOLDFISH:
HAD JUST DIED.
UH, "LADYBUG."
FLUSH HIM.
THAT STORY.
HMM, WELL, I MUS HAVE THINGS WRONG,
BECAUSE, IF I RECALL,
YOUR PET DIDN'T DIE,
IT ESCAPED,
NOT A GOLDFISH,
IN YOUR BACKYARD AS A MEMORIAL.
AND SOMETIMES...
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