Slappy and the Stinkers Page #2

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- He doesn't look bummed out to me.

- You don't understand sea lions.

They're a very complicated mammal.

He could die in there.

Yeah, right!

He can fart himself to death.

Poor thing. Looks like he's in prison.

The ocean's his home. He belongs there.

Yeah. You're right. We gotta free him!

Free him? We don't even know him!

Free Willy. "Free Slappy". I like it.

How do we get him out of there?

Well, if one kid can free a whale,

five should definitely

be able to free a fat sea lion.

All right, let's review.

Close relatives of the sea urchin,

the sand dollar,

Dendraster excentricus

burrows its anterior end

in the sand with its oral end

the flat side parallel

with the water currents.

- Mr Brinway?

- What is it? Oh, it's you.

- Spencer, what's wrong, son?

- The Stinkers are gone.

We thought you'd want

to find them and expel them.

Excellent job, boys.

If we had a giant crane

with a magnet on the end

and we put a metal collar

around Slappy's neck

then we could hoist him

right out of here.

- I got a magnet at home.

- You got a crane at home?

OK, bad idea.

I got it!

Let's get some scuba gear and

swim through the sewers to the tank?

Uh-huh. No swimming in sewers.

There's alligators

and God knows what else.

OK, the sewer's out.

Hey, that man's taking Slappy

somewhere.

Uh-oh, here comes Mr Brinway.

- He looks pissed.

- Stinkers, freeze!

- What do we do?

- I say we freeze.

No, we run.

No!

Stinkers! Excuse me.

- Get out of the way!

- Stinkers?

Witzowitz!

I've got you, you little Stinker!

- Who are you calling a little stinker?

- My mistake.

You bet it is. Give me that, son.

Go!

- Hi, Roy.

- Hey, Loaf.

Help me!

Somebody help me!

I think we lost him.

I hope I'm too young

to have a heart attack.

- Hey, look, it's Slappy.

- And they got him in a cage.

- Poor little baby.

- That looks like a baby to you?

- You want to go home to the ocean?

- It's fate. We were meant to free him.

This is a big mistake.

- Forget it, I almost got caught.

- I gotta have that sea lion.

Get him yourself. I'm out.

That's the last time I do business

with a punk kid like you!

Hey!

- What happened?

- I don't know.

- The door opened.

- He ran out.

I think it's locked from the outside.

Lucky thing I'm not paying

by the pound.

You're gonna pay for that, fatso.

- Just give me my money.

- Wait. I got to pull the van around.

- You're on your own.

- Thanks for nothing.

You're going nowhere, lard-butt.

I'll be right back.

There he is! We've found him.

Isn't that great?

"Great" isn't the word for it.

How did you get into another cage?

Don't worry, Slap,

we'll get you out of there.

Where's my flabby fish?

If you feed him, he will come.

Guys, isn't somebody gonna notice

a big fat smelly sea lion on the bus

that wasn't there before?

Witz, you insulted him. Apologise.

Sorry, Slappy. You really are

a very good-looking sea lion.

We have to disguise him.

He has to look like one of us.

You can't park here, it's a red zone.

- Shove your red zone.

- Move your van!

Sorry, officer, you said red zone?

I'll pull out immediately.

That's it.

The Stinkers are all expelled.

I told you, Allen Witzowitz was sick.

They were taking him back to the bus.

- Why didn't they stop when I yelled?

- They didn't hear you.

- You believe this?

- No. They got bored.

We all got bored. It's a field trip,

we're supposed to have fun.

Not listen to you go on and on

about the E-C-H...whatever.

OK, OK, OK.

- Roy, I'm freezing. Close that window!

- Leave it open, Roy.

It's stuffy and someone smells rank.

Well, excuse me, Miss Renuzit.

I was wrestling with an octopus!

Boy, one of you really reeks!

Can I get up now?

My face is in his butt.

No. Keep it there. Don't move.

- Come on, Slappy. Jump!

- I don't think he wants to jump.

If we had time, I could build a block

and tackle and swing him down.

- Got any more fish?

- Oh, yeah.

Come on, Slappy!

Come on, Slappy, come on!

I think we killed him.

- Nope. He's alive.

- Better get him into some water quick.

I got it. Mr Brinway's hot tub.

- Are you crazy?

- No. Think about it.

It's close by, he doesn't come home

till late and nobody lives there.

Who'd wanna live with Mr Brinway?

- Come on, Slappy, we're in a hurry.

- Come on, Slappy.

- What's he doing?

- It's the fertiliser.

- He smells fish.

- Yeah.

Come on, Slappy!

There's no fish here.

We'll feed you later.

Boo!

- Look, Slappy. Water, just like home.

- No, it's too hot.

And he's probably used to salt water.

- Perfect!

- Come on, Slappy.

Go in and we'll get you some more fish.

Yeah!

Guys, we got trouble.

There's no more F-I-S-H

in the freezer.

This is scary. I think he can spell.

Ahoy, me hearty.

OK, I got five orders of fries and

48 orders of raw fish.

- That's how you want it?

- Yeah. We'll cook it ourselves.

Well, have it your way.

That'll be $155.45.

Oh, charge it to my good old dad,

Morgan Brinway.

Oh, and give yourself a big fat tip.

Guys, I hate to mess up

a good time...

No, you love messing up a good time.

We gotta get to school. It's almost 5.00.

My mom will have a cow

if I'm not there.

Slappy, stay. We'll be back real soon.

- What about Mr Brinway?

- He never leaves right away.

I'm leaving early today, Harriet.

Ow. Ow!

- Everything hurts.

- Maybe your little shirt is too tight.

- Very observant, Harriet.

- You should go home.

Sit in your hot tub and relax.

That's precisely what I'm going to do.

That is one big gopher hole.

Mr Brinway? Mr Brinway...

That's close enough, Roy.

We got a big problem here. We got

a giant gopher on the grounds.

- Really?

- Yeah. I need more gopher bombs.

I'll try to get him tonight.

I may have to go hand-to-hand

with him. He's really big.

How big?

Based on the length of the trench

he dug, I'd say at least

five, six feet long.

Oh. A six-foot gopher.

- Yeah.

- They're a real problem around here.

Them and those 50-foot

killer chipmunks.

50-foot chipmunks?

Nah.

No way.

Not now, Gordon.

Daddy's got a headache.

And this ridiculous little shirt

isn't helping.

Wow, that is a man-sized bark

you've got there, Gordon.

Come here, you.

Come to Papa.

Come here, sit on Daddy's lap.

Gordon Brinway,

are you getting a cold?

I hope not.

You're my best little buddy.

Gordon...breath mints.

Gordon, thank you, I'm fine.

You'll give me your cold.

Ice cubes?

That darned ice-cube maker is

spitting ice cubes on its own again.

Another expense.

Boy, do I need that hot tub.

Ah, Xanadu.

It's a little chilly today, Gordy.

It's...salty.

And fishy.

What the heck is going on

around here?

That's weird.

Mr Brinway left early today.

- He's in the hot tub.

- With Slappy?

- No. With himself.

- Then where's Slappy?

Now that we've found him,

how do we get him out of there?

We'll never sneak past Mr Brinway.

I say we go home

and deny everything.

No wonder it's so cold.

Someone turned the heat off.

Who did that, Gordy?

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