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You're gorgeous.|At least you look like him.

I can't go to the Cleanhairs|like this.

You'll go. And you'll What?

Seduce him,|bring back the shampoo

- and take care of myself.|- That's right.

I've lost a son already.|Enough's enough.

That shaved sheep looks like a pig.

Get going, because...

Why do I do that?

Who?

Come on!

Whoever did it, oWn up!

Well?

I don't mind Waiting.

I'm Waiting!

You're a lousy Waiter.

- You're the Worst Waiter I ever saW.|- Give it a rest.

Come on, out With it!

What's up? I Was diggologing.

The Chief Wants to knoW Who did it|to knoW Why I did it.

See, I Was diggologing...

Whoever says he did it,

I'll give him...

a sandWich!

What kind of sandWich?

StraWberry.

- Had an idea?|- No. Your foot's on my hair.

We can find the crimer|even if he doesn't oWn up.

Easy! We knoW|she Was killed by a club.

So the crimer must be a club oWner.

We knoW she Was seWn up

like my Yorkimoth.

- Maybe a Dirtyhair did it.|- They can't seW, so.

SeW! A seamstress did it.

A club-oWning seamstress.

A club-oWning seamstress!

So! We just need to find a seamstress|Who recently bought a club.

You tWo hulks! Go to the clubbery.

But it's three days' Walk!

No rush. Give yourselves three days.

Three days' Walk|makes six days there and back.

He didn't ask us to come back.

Dear Stones!

This death Will change|our lives forever

but life must go on as before!

Doe-ball, anyone?

Mine!

It's fine to say "Mine!"

but it's better to play it, okay?

Blondy, foul!

- I didn't even touch it!|- Foul.

We'll send it back.

NeW doe!

Skip the "Blondy". Call me Stone.

Go, moppet!

Mine!

- You're my dream girl all over.|- Wanna see my booty?

Are you old?

Stop! It's a beauty spot.

Beauty spots...

are proof of beauty.

What are you up to?

This is Stone, Stone...

He's Stone too,|or "Blondy" behind his back.

Who's she?

Guy.

Who?

HoW d'you pronounce it?

- Sto-o-one.|- No, more like "Guy".

- More like "Guy".|- No, "Gay".

Whose name is it anyway?

What tribe are you from, Guy?

The tribe at the end of the earth,|Where you fall off.

I've heard of that.

My Whole tribe fell off, including me.|Except me.

Yeah? Well, goodbye.

C'mon! Whose serve?

Goodbye?

- We have to let her stay.|- We can't feed her.

They all fell off the earth!

You Want her to go home|and slide off too?

Okay, she can stay.

But he goes.

Why me?

- So the bald one's your Chief.|- No, I am!

I've had a Wonderful day.

Since the moment We met,

I've felt that|survival's Worth surviving.

The sWeet air,|the birdmothsong, etc?

HoW did you knoW?

HoW advanced Was your tribe?

Very.|We Were about to discover religion.

And hoW advanced Were you?|Oh, I already asked.

Are We nearly there?

Here We are.

You can sleep|in the dead Woman's cave.

Isn't there a lot better one?

Okay, then.

Good night.

I nearly forgot!

I love you.|I can't live Without you either.

- Come, let's freshen up.|- Let's What?

Let's Wash your hair.

Your curls aren't even natural!

Sorry, I never get fresh|on a first date.

- It's getting all dark.|- Knock it off.

Only 2 and 3/4 more days|to the clubbery.

Tell me...|Sorry, I keep forgetting your name.

Stone.

I'm tempted to buy a small club|While We're at it.

You'll pay more for a big one.

Hi, Mum. Hi, Dad.

Hi, darling.

No fruit?

Yes. Want some?

Sleep Well?

- I dreamed I had dark hair.|- Poor dear!

I've been sleeping so badly.

Want to sleep With us tonight?

I'm too old for it.

Still... I Wouldn't mind|sleeping With you When Dad's dead.

Pass the bisonette milk.

I left some for you but I finished it.

Finished it?

Thanks!

I'm treated like a stranger|in this house.

- We'll have to tell him the truth.|- He's not ready yet.

Hi Blondy.

My name's Stone!

Want a butterflap?|It's a dried butterfly.

- ShoW me your hand.|- Which one?

Look! I've got baby fingers|on this hand too!

You like leaves?

Me too!

Let's get going.

Can I tell you a short poem?

"The sky. "

Pretty!

- The beginning's Weak.|- "The" is good.

Will you give me some shampoo?

When?

- Get gathering, slackers!|- We are.

Get up!

Supposing you Were lying doWn.

You're giving her shampoo?

You're out of your mind!

You only met her yesterday.

At least get her pregnant first.

Suit yourself.

Guy loves me! I'm a couple noW.

All this digging|must lead someWhere.

Bones!

Bones With skin on!

- It's getting all dark!|- Knock it off!

Dung! Dark already.

LizardslaW anyone?

Trunk and pickles for me.

That one.

Lovely nosh. Delicious,

except for the mud ones.

Chief!

- Another corpse has been crimed!|- Who?

Stone.

- Our diggologist?|- I found him.

I Was alone.|Nobody else saW him.

TWo deaths.|This is getting troublesome.

Who'll be next? You.|And then you. And you.

That's okay.

But then it'll be me|and that'll be sad.

The sitter dreW a croWd.

The first one Was a real letdoWn|so the sequel Won't be a hit.

Go ahead, I've already seen it.

Ah, healologist...|You knoW my Wife?

Beautiful, isn't she?

Well?

- Nasty!|- Not at all.

Want to see Where I Was sitting?

Look, he's been seWn up,|like the sitter.

Yes, indeed...

Interesting coincidence.

It's like that old crime|tWo days ago.

He only stitched one nostril.|It must be his half-brother.

Maybe he Was disturbed|by that moron of a Watcher.

Nothing personal.

If it's the same crimer, then...

Bump...

Hurt...

Horror...

Stopping...

Criming...

SeWing...

People...

The horror...

Horror has a face.

That's enough of that!

- You tWo! Find the crimer!|- Stop there!

- Why us tWo?|- I'm too coWardly right noW.

Bald and coWardly at once.

Do We need Miss Judgmental?

It's okay, I'll see to the crimer.

Of course.

Find him and I'll let you off hunting.

I'll let you off for life.

I'll let you off for life,|plus a feW days.

It's a deal.

HoW do you express joy?

Find me the crimer.

Fast.

- Thought We Wouldn't guess?|- Okay, I confess.

Why did you crime them?

AnsWer us!

That's good.

Do that When you find him.

As for... That's enough.

- Watch it!|- Don't point!

Ask your thing to shut up.

I've had a Wonderful day.

Thanks for the advice.

No sWeat.

Coming...

Can We see your dominant male?

He's over there.

Hi. Can We ask you a feW questions?

- Fire aWay.|- Can you tell us What happened?

As usual, I Was saying,|"It's getting all dark. "

Knock it off.

- The diggologist didn't say...|- Knock it off.

Right. So I Went to check.

When I stepped inside,|he Was already...

Dead.|You have to say "dead".

Otherwise it makes no sense.

Dead.

Anything else?

Yes. I saW a man running aWay.

- Which Way?|- From behind.

Let's pick up|all the guys With behinds.

Back up. Face the Wall.

Remember my shampoo.

Don't Worry, doll-face,|I'll give you What you Want.

You're going to see|some possible suspects.

Hold this for me, I'm a Witness.

- It's getting all dark!|- Not yet.

What if the crimer recognizes me?

We've thought of that.

You'll see them|from behind this one-Way rock.

Who turned that guy around?

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