The Hero of Color City Page #4

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blocking up the rainbow!

Here, take a look-see.

Zut alors! A chroma-tastrophe.

If this continues, we shall soon

be mere silhouettes!

I believe you are already

starting to fade.

And you don't have

your usual rosy glow.

Oh, well,

this isn't my usual eyeball,

but our heroes are coming

to a bifurcation!

Hey...

Hey! Which way?

Hmm, let me see...

We need to make a decision here.

It says "Danger!"

- Almost there.

- Go left.

- Left?

- Right.

- Right? You said left.

- I meant correct.

- Go left.

- Left. You sure?

- Right.

- Right right?

- Or correct right?

- Right right!

- Make up your mind!

- Um, left!

Okay, turning left!

Oops...

- Right.

- Um... Okay.

- Where are we?

- According to the map,

we're heading

down the Scary Narrows.

- The rapids!

- Hang on tight!

What do we do now?

We end up in Davy Jones's

school supplies.

Oh, no.

We have to stay

inside the shorelines.

Blue! Give the wheel to Green!

- Me?

- Him?

He's the best at staying

in the lines.

That's not cool!

The lines are getting

too close together!

We'll never make it.

We're doomed.

I landed on my keys.

Oh! I'm still in one piece!

You dodged the whole thing!

You saved us!

Well, it only goes to show

that sometimes,

you just have to color

outside the lines.

Way to go, Green!

Well, thank you, but I

can't take all the credit.

- It was Yellow's idea.

- Huh?

It sure was.

That was some fast thinking.

Green, I think you

forgot your sunscreen there.

What?

You've got tan-lines.

I do?

Well, I've never had them before.

You do too, Red.

- What?

- I'm going a bit gray myself.

- Oh, no!

- What is it?

These aren't tan lines.

We're starting to fade.

That can only mean one thing.

What do you think it'll be like

when we have color, boss?

I think I'd like

to have polka dots.

Or maybe I could be plaid!

I bet Lois would go out with me

if I was plaid.

Girls love straight lines

crisscrossing, crisscrossing.

- Make you look handsome.

- Hmm.

What?

Oh! Great work,

your Royal Brawniness.

Keep this up

and we'll be done in no time!

Hmm...

Hey, you're not gonna let some

spooky unnatural fog scare you?

Anything could be in that fog.

Any kind of creepy, crawly,

ookie, slimy monster.

- Huh?

- I'll take the lead.

Let's go everybody.

What is this place?

Everything's so glum.

Yeah, makes Black

look downright cheery.

Ha.

You're always so brave, Blue.

How do you do it?

What's your secret?

No secret.

But you're never afraid.

Huh. That's what you think.

I've got the heebie-jeebies

right now.

You do? But you don't show it.

Oh. Well, maybe

that's the secret.

Creepy crawlies!

Yellow was right.

Voice 1:
Go back!

Go away!

Voice 2:

You are not welcome here.

Voice 3:
Come any closer

and we'll leave you

on the dashboard of a hot car!

I always knew I'd end up melted

by spooky disembodied voices.

Ha! I'm not afraid

of any fog creature...

...much.

Come on out! I dare you!

I double dog dare you!

Voice 1:
And don't come back.

Moo.

Moo?

Hmm...

Something smells fishy.

Blue must have forgotten

to change his socks again.

I mean something's not right.

Someone's gotta sneak back.

What? Behind enemy lines?

Ha. I'll do it!

No. White has to go.

- Alone.

- Me?!

Why me?

- Look at you.

- Huh?

You're naturally camouflaged.

You'll blend right in.

I know this is hard to do.

Believe me, I know.

But we need you.

You need... me?

Wow, you guys need me.

This is my moment to shine.

I'll do it!

Huh?

Huh?

- Was I okay?

- You were great.

What about me?

Did I overplay it?

No, no. I really liked

the "or else" part.

It implied consequences.

Perilous consequences.

- Moo.

- Yeah, Cow.

I really felt

the complexity of your backstory

and the emotional shading

of your delivery.

Why, you're not monsters!

What? Um...

- Grrr.

- Boo?

Moo!

Fellas, it was a trick.

No, no, no.

We really are monsters!

Yeah, I... I'm a dragon.

Fierce, vicious.

Very scary.

Ouch! Not so hard!

So this was the menace?

You bovine buffoon!

You lactose lunatic!

- You...

- Moo.

White! You were wonderful.

As Brown would say...

"Aww, shucks, ma'am.

T'wern't nothin'."

Okay, you know, 'fess up.

Who are you guys?

We're, we're...

We're unfinished drawings.

The unfinished.

The not-quite-good-enough.

The ones that never made it

on Ben's wall or Mom's fridge.

Most of us

don't even have names.

- I'm Duck. This is Cow.

- Moo.

Everyone calls me Bumble Bee.

- Astronaut.

- Horse.

He's Race Car.

Pathetic, right?

My name's Ricky...

But... but, I'm...

I'm not exactly sure why.

You live here?

What he means is

nobody wants to hang out with us.

Moo, moo.

Besides, we have to hide here.

If we don't,

"it" might find us.

"Lt?" What's... it?

The Great Waste.

A terrible creature that eats

unfinished drawings.

Eats... drawings?

Yup. Stinger, wings,

cute little chef's hat...

He'd make a bee-lightful

tuna sandwich out of me!

Get a grip, bumble-boy.

Come on, gang, we've got

our own monster to fight.

Maybe we'll catch you

on the way back.

Uh... how do we get out of here?

Hmm.

We're west of Eraser Mesa.

No, no, no, avoid that place.

You'll get rubbed out.

We could head towards Glueisiana.

You don't want to get stuck there.

How about

cutting through Pencilvania?

Oh, what's the point?

Well, what do you suggest?

The quickest way

is across the Wasteland.

- We can take you.

- But it's a desert!

We'll never make it.

It's too hot.

- We'll melt!

- Hot? You betcha.

But it's also our home.

We can get you across.

But, we'll have to go fast!

Fast?

Hey, this is kinda fun!

In fact... I love this!

Yahoo!

We're here.

- Here?

- This is Rubber Band Ridge.

From here, it's just a quick shot

to the top of the mountain.

We'll show you how.

I do wish there was something

we could do for you guys.

Huh? Maybe we can.

What do you mean?

We could color our friends.

Coloring? Now?

Plus we're already fading.

If you ask me, we don't have

any color to spare.

And don't forget about

the big scary monster

and his, um... flying thing.

I know we still have

a long way to go,

but it's the right thing to do.

The drawings helped us.

It's our turn to help them.

- Well...

- I'm a crayon.

Coloring is what I do.

This is my destiny.

And that cow needs some white!

- Moo, moo?

- And some black, too.

See? It hardly takes a second.

There. Now you're a palomino.

How about adding a little

oomph to that fire!

Ahh!

What's a Mallard

without green feathers?

And a racecar

without a slick paint job

is just a rust bucket.

Whenever I'm looking

for something to do

A story brings me in

Away from the things

that make me afraid

And then I can begin

You see, it's me

My magic's coming through

Color the world

The greatest thing to do

Drawing our stories

we like to explore

With color and with style

Led by our feelings

and through every door

We're finding our own smiles

Let's sing and dance

Our magic never ends

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