Schuh des Manitu, Der Page #5

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Abahachi, could you give me a hand here?

No! That'll be the day!

You saved my life and

gave a saloon to my tribe.

Dimitri, my brother!

Abahachi, my brother!

I am an indian!

Good evening.

Good evening. Good evening.

What's the toy of the weasel?

Easel, easel.

In 1879, Karl May published

his first Wild West novel.

It becomes a bestseller!

Later that year he returned

to Germany and married the daughter

of a theater director in Bad Segeberg.

Bless you!

A year later,

Frederico Enrico Nico Gonzalez

Desperado del Torro-Hombre

files a patent for the BBQ ashtray.

Dec 24, 1879:
Santa Maria's brother

Santa Claus brings gifts for children

to compensate for the

deeds of his brother.

1882:
Winnetouch founds the

designer label "Think Pink".

Ok, done!

Mighty Mole is now Mighty Hare!

Oh my, he can wear that...

with his figure!

On July 4, 1884, an indian chief

is arrested in New York

wearing a rabbit costume.

He's deported to a reservation.

Only four months later,

Stan Laurel is born.

All of that, Abahachi and

Ranger never knew.

What do you say?

Swing by the Grand Canyon?

While we're there we can found a

national park for afro-american immigrants.

What? Who?

Tell me, whom do you know?

Well, Old Shatterhand, for example.

Well, everybody knows him.

Then go ride somewhere else.

You go ride somewhere else!

Come on, we don't need no Ranger!

Abahachi...

Yes?

I cannot go with you.

Why?

You must be Ranger!

The man with the squint!

Sh*t!

I need to show you something.

Later!

Abahachi is a murderer!

Hold on a sec! Big misunderstanding!

Yes, very big! Chief, no, white palefaces... sh*t.

We got lucky with

the weather, right?

What are you doing?

What should I be doing?

Here's where your plan is wrong!

Well and you can kiss my butt!

I quote:
saloon in mint condition,

quiet fee... quiet location...

Once again:
we had an appointment

with a realtor from Wyoming.

Shortly before I read his ad in the paper.

I quote:
saloon in mint condition,

No fees... available immediately...

Can't be! Cut!

Did you hear that? A man

got hit with a stone...

But boss! It's John.

Remember, you sent him to bed?

Ah, right!

l am a clucking hen...

I used to own a beauty farm.

Really quite cozy.

Wouldn't have hurt you either.

And this is Uschi.

What a woman!

Ow! You crazy?

Final cut!

Oh my, oh my, oh my...

See, Jacqueline, that's

what you get from that.

So much effort and then

they all just go home.

We're probably stuck with

the cake again.

Too bad about the prosecco.

They are such ignorants.

They don't even know how hard

it is to get a Prosecco around here.

Don't even mention the ice!

And if you don't have firewater,

all hell is let lose.

Just like with the floaties I got

for Abahachi back in the day.

First he had to have them.

Two weeks later he didn't care anymore.

Say, have we taken the wrong path?

I think we need to go left.

Jacqueline, not so fast!

Or you'll barf again!

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