Slappy and the Stinkers Page #4

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right down. What did he look like?

Big, ugly, thick glasses and greasy hair.

Sounds like Boccoli got his sea lion.

- Who's Braccoli?

- Anthony Boccoli.

He's an animal broker and a real low-life.

He bribed a handler to get Slappy.

He teaches the sea lion dog tricks

then sells it to a Bulgarian circus

or wherever.

A Bulgarian circus?

That means Slappy is in big trouble.

But you'll find him and save him, right?

I wish we could,

but the police don't have the time

and we don't have the personnel

to track him down.

All we can do is hope that, wherever

he winds up, they'll treat him well.

- Hey, Roy.

- Hey.

- Hope it's OK we came over.

- You're always welcome.

Just make sure Mr Brinway don't see you.

You guys look kind of down.

We just can't get Slappy

out of our heads.

We freed him when he didn't

want to be freed

then we gave him to a really bad man.

Now when he needs to be freed,

we can't do anything about it.

- Yeah, we're just a bunch of losers.

- That's enough of that kind of talk.

You're Stinkers and

that means something here.

No. You are all special

because of who you are.

Who you are is what makes you special,

because that's all you are - is special!

There. Now how do you feel?

- Lousy.

- Well,

sometimes it works

and sometimes it don't.

- What's this, Roy?

- Careful.

- That's my gopher-bomb launcher.

- Is that all it launches?

No, this launches everything.

Get me one of those potatoes.

- There you go.

- OK. Stand clear.

That sucker's gonna fly a quarter

of a mile due north into the woods.

Isn't that due north?

Oh, yeah.

$155.45 for Barney the Buccaneer's

Fish & Chips?

I never ordered that.

I bet Boccoli has a hideout.

All bad guys have hideouts.

- I don't like where this is going.

- If only we could find his hideout.

- Then we could save Slappy.

- I really don't like where this is going.

If we were him, where would we hide?

Does anybody else

not like where this is going?

One thing for sure,

he'll need a lot of fish.

Do you know a big mean man who

buys a lot of fish and never shaves?

- Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

- I'm going into my pre-hive mode.

- Lot of shellfish around here.

- Hey, look.

The creep's over there buying fish.

Excuse me, sir.

I mean, miss.

That man you just sold fish to,

this kid thinks it's his father.

- What?

- That split on him five years ago.

Ran out on you, huh? Looks the type.

Did he say where he lives?

His mom wants to talk to him.

I bet she does. He tried to get me

to go home with him.

- An old sawmill on Mud Mountain.

- Great, you'll see your daddy again.

Good old Pop.

To do this right, we'll need

a lot of special equipment, Loaf.

- No problem.

- Are you guys nuts?

- We can't go up there. He'll kill us.

- We got Slappy into this.

- We'll get him out.

- We're all Slappy has.

We're his family. Families stick together.

Remember what Roy said? We're Stinkers

and that means something.

- Let's rumble.

- Yeah!

Come along, come along.

What a perfect day for birdwatching.

This is the mating season

for the common loon.

Now I'm excited.

I'm glad you finally got a birdwatching

outfit like mine, Harriet.

Last time you wore that leopard print

you frightened the finches.

Well, I hate it. Now I look like a boy.

Right.

I really miss the Stinkers.

I wonder what they're doing right now.

Well, they're probably doing hard time

at San Quentin Junior Penitentiary.

Gordon, move along, son.

Good boy.

- There it is.

- This place is great.

I found more stuff we can use.

- Everything set?

- We're ready, Sonny.

It's a go.

You wanna eat? You gotta jump, fatso.

I promised these Bulgarians a trained

seal act and that's what I'll deliver.

Come on. Come on.

Come on, get up. Get up!

Anthony Boccoli!

You are surrounded by hundreds

of police

and marines!

Police and marines?

Come out with your hands up!

You're not going anywhere, blubber-puss.

All right, you little piss-ant,

you're in serious trouble now!

- I'll give you a beating you'll never forget.

- Now!

Loser!

What...?

What is that, huh?

I'm being attacked by the Seven Dwarfs!

Where are you? I'll kill you!

Over here!

Wait.

Wait. Wait. Now!

Surprise!

His nose exploded.

Hit it!

Hit it, Domino!

- Hit it!

- Domino, hit it now!

- Nobody leaves here alive.

- Let me go! Let me go!

Witz, help me!

- What's the matter?

- I'm too skinny, it won't budge.

One, two, three.

Oh, my nose!

What did I do?

I'm finished. I'm dying. I'm dead.

- Oh, yes!

- All right!

I'm alive!

- Witz, you saved me. You're a hero.

- Oh, it was nothing.

Well, it was something.

I don't think I'll ever do it again.

Maybe I will.

I feel pretty good.

Hey, you lousy kids!

You cut me down from here,

or I'll rip you all to pieces!

Come here! Come here!

Come back here. If I get a hold of you...

Oh, no, look at what he did to Slappy.

- All right, you're welcome.

- Gotta find something to bust this.

- How about this?

- Yeah.

- Did I mash your finger?

- No, he's back!

It's over.

Push!

- Burning, burning! Hot, hot, hot!

- Come on!

Get outta here!

What about Slappy?

- Come on, Slappy, pull.

- Pull, Slappy, pull hard!

Come on, Slap! Come on, Slap!

Come on, Slap!

Yes!

Oh, no!

He's stuck. We got to get this chain off.

Wait. I just got an idea.

- Yes.

- Sometimes, things are just that simple.

That guy's like a...blind Terminator!

Run!

- Are you sure this thing'll work?

- Sure I'm sure. I think.

- It has to work.

- OK.

- Everybody ready?

- You bet.

We're going too fast. Hit the brakes!

At least test them.

- They worked.

- Phew.

Come on, show your faces.

Look at that.

What now? Uh-oh!

Guys, you're not gonna believe this.

Oh, no.

- Come on.

- Go, go, go!

Go faster! Go faster!

- Sonny, faster!

- Sonny, move it!

Yeah, come on!

Watch out!

Come on, come on!

Thought I'd sit up here for a while.

- I'm gonna get you punks!

- Sonny, hurry!

Darn it!

Mr Brinway?

- Do you hear that?

- Quiet. It might be the common loon.

They're very rare.

And you don't want to scare it.

Binoculars up.

Look, he's wiggling his tail feathers.

Harriet, will you hold my sunglasses?

Hush, Gordon Brinway, hush!

Hush!

You'll frighten the loons, son.

Look out, Mr Brinway!

Attaboy, Gordon.

- Mr Brinway, what are you doing here?

- Stop! Stop this thing!

- We can't. We're on the I am.

- Yeah!

- Slow down! Slow down!

- Sonny, where are you going?

He can't follow us in there.

Brake it! Brake it!

Brake! Brake! Brake!

Whoa. Whoa!

Whoa! Everybody, lean back!

That's it. I'm getting off

this ridiculous contraption.

- Stay down, Mr Brinway.

- Stop touching me!

- Sit down or you'll tip us over.

- No, it's Boccoli again.

- What's Broccoli?

- Anthony Boccoli, he's gonna kill us.

What is he talking about?

We can go down the flume into the lake.

- Oh, like fun we will!

- He'll never follow us.

- How do you know?

- Would you, if you didn't have to?

- Well, I'm not going.

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