Pixies Page #3

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- They're forming a union.

- You can talk! How?

- What are you?

- I'm a figment of your imagination.

Now go see your psychiatrist.

A talking bumble bee? What a smart aleck.

Do I look like a bumble bee?

They're fuzzy.

Wish I had a stinger, though.

I'd sting you with my butt.

A few more hours in there

and you'll take me more seriously.

Okay, okay. I'm a Pixie,

okay, see the wings?

Huh. Why are you in my kitchen?

I'm... um... I'm fulfilling

an obligation to my people.

Obligation?

You have been cursed.

Yeah, tell me about it.

We cursed you.

Hm?

You dumped some garbage into the ravine

and my brother is still badly hurt.

You nearly killed me

and destroyed half our village.

- You've been cursed ever since.

- All this time, it's been you?

Every time I fell or ran into stuff?

All the trips to the hospital?

All the embarrassing, humiliating

moments when... it was you?

Why? Why would you do that to me?

- I told you, when you...

- Because I dumped garbage into a river?

I know, I... look,

it's just the way we do things.

Wait, no! You can't leave me here!

I'm not letting you

screw up my life anymore!

Hm.

Okay, this is gonna be okay.

Any minute now, Max and Twitch

will arrive to save me.

Yup, any minute now.

Hey, Dad, lookin' sharp.

Joe, we agreed you weren't

supposed to be in here.

Now get back to the desk

and answer the phones!

Check the ignition cables?

Yeah, I checked all the cables,

replaced the fuel pump, the starter.

Give her another start.

- Try it again.

- Joe, I'm warning you.

And... that should do it.

What's next, Pops?

He shoots... he scores!

Huh.

Whoa! Whoa...

I got it! I got it!

Diddah!

Help.

- Hey, Joe!

- Yeah?

- That was pretty incredible back there.

- Yeah?

Yeah. Remember that promotion

we were talking about?

- Yeah.

- Well, let's do it.

- How about floor manager?

- Really?

You even have tomorrow off to celebrate.

Why don't you go meet a nice girl?

- Already one step ahead of you, Dad.

- Oh, so that's what's got you goin'.

I'm working on it.

Oh, Little Goobers!

I swear by all that is holy...

if you don't get off my slug...

...this pitch fork is going

where the sun don't shine!

That was awesome!

Sammy would have loved that.

Hey, where is Sammy?

- Sam?

- Yeah, uh, Sam.

Where are you?

- I see him.

- Where?

Over there, he's underneath that glass.

What the heck is he doing in there?

I'm trying to figure it out.

Really? Do you have to do that now?

What? Slug riding always makes me hungry.

- Is there anything that doesn't?

- Diets.

No, wait, those make me super hungry.

- Wake up!

- Sam!

He's not moving.

Whoa! Look who's all smiles

and happy time.

And he's here to share

a little of that happy time

with the lady he's been

thinking about all day.

Referring to yourself in the third person?

This has to be something major.

I'll give you one guess. Who's got two

thumbs, one eye and a promotion at work?

- Ooh, who?

- This guy right here.

Stop, Joe! Put me down, I'm gonna hurl!

I just got promoted to the manager

of the car garage.

Nothing I'd rather do than take you

out for a nice, celebration dinner.

- What do you say?

- Ah, absolutely.

Yes! I'll pick you up at 7:00 sharp.

Do you think he's... muerto?

Don't say that.

Sam? Sammy? You alive in there?

Twitch. Max.

Oh, man, I had the worst dream.

No dream, I was caught!

Twitch, Max, thank goodness you're here!

- You guys gotta hide.

- Great.

Hey! Guess what? I had the perfect day.

Not a single incident,

all thanks to this little, glass jail.

Little guy knocked himself out

trying to escape. Tenacious.

That was mine!

- Coast is clear.

- Hoo-hoo-cah-choo!

He can see us, dummy!

Look, I almost got out of here all on my own.

With the three of us working together

we should have no problem

knocking this thing over.

- Okay, got it.

- Yo comprende.

Um, on the boring days, I've been reading

Joe's Spanish-English dictionary.

On the count of three, we push.

One, two, three!

Harder!

Everything hurts!

- But we're almost there.

- One more push.

He's waking up!

What time is it? Hey, there's more!

- Run, you fools!

- Sam, use your wings!

Right. But it was just... it was

so much more dramatic this way.

Let's get out of here!

Stop!

I missed my date.

I missed my date with Michelle!

This is all your fault.

Get back here!

That was really close.

Look, guys, I'm... I'm sorry

about what I said before.

You were there for me.

You're my best friends.

I'm sorry. Bring it in.

Oop, that's a little tight, Max.

- You!

- Fly. Everybody fly!

Yo, 'Zilla!

Wow.

You!

I just want to be left alone!

I missed the perfect date with the girl

of my dreams because of you

- and your trap!

- That was mine.

Yeah? That was your trick, here's mine.

Stay away!

- I didn't mean for this to happen.

- Oh, but it did.

Not only does this outsider know we exist,

but he has destroyed everything

I've worked so hard to build.

Dad, I'm so sorry.

This is all my fault.

Hey, Joe, it's Michelle.

I'm really looking forward to tonight

and I will see you in about 20 minutes. Bye.

Hey, Joe, it's a little past 7:00 now,

and I was just wondering if you

were running late. Call me back.

Joe, it's 7:
20, and I hope

everything's okay...

considering how we met.

Look, buddy, it's 7:30 and you are

still not here. Seriously? Call me.

Listen, I'm not trying to sound psycho

here, but it's 7:45. Where are you?

Joe Beck, you stood me up, you're a jerk!

- What?

- Hey...

- Michelle?

- Yeah, what do you want?

- I just wanted to apologize for...

- Oh, for being a jerk face?

No! Yes. Wait, listen...

I just ran into a little car trouble.

- Aren't you a mechanic?

- Yeah, but... look...

I think you're great, and I'm hoping you're

sweet enough to give me another chance.

Okay, meet me at the Horn of Plenty

tomorrow at noon.

That's the vegan restaurant, right?

This time I won't let you down, I promise!

Yeah, you'd regret it.

This means war, you know?

Hey, Dad, maybe we just do

what he says and leave him alone?

Excuse me? Uh, who do you think you are?

I am your son, and so is William...

and he would never approve

of what we've done to this human.

Well, Samuel, tell me,

what would William have approved?

Would he have approved of you bringing

death and destruction upon our kind?

He would have talked to the human,

reasoned with him.

Reason? You ask for a reason,

your brother may not see another sunrise

and you need a reason.

We Pixies do not reason with our enemies.

We are survivors, we are fighters.

And we will exact revenge

and uphold our traditions.

We ruined that human's life.

It's our tradition that caused

this destruction.

No, no, it was a boy who refused

the commands of his king...

a son who ignored his father.

I am here to keep all of us safe.

That is why I wear the crown.

You need to exact revenge!

We the Pixies declare war on Joe!

I guess you're right, I'll do it.

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