The Hero of Color City Page #5

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Color the world

It's better with our friends

Better with our,

better with our

Friends

Houston, we don't

have a problem!

I am bee-utiful!

Hot stuff comin' through!

Oh, I wish we had the words

to thank you.

Bee-cisely, we're all

utterly grateful.

Moo.

She does

have a way with words.

Are you guys gonna be all right?

I think so, Ducky-Duck.

We would have liked to give

you even brighter colors,

but we are getting paler

by the minute.

And we've only minutes to spare.

Well, then, let's get moving.

Are you guys sure about this?

Unless you know how to fly,

this is the fastest way

to the top.

I always knew we'd end up

being launched into oblivion.

Hmm?

Five...

four, three...

- two, one.

- Ha!

Blast off!

Wee!

Help me. Someone. Hurry!

I'm stuck in a rock.

Zaaam.

Zam good or Zam bad?

Zaaam!

He and that flying thing are hoarding

all the color for themselves!

What is that guy, anyway?

- Some sort of a bat?

- I don't know.

There are creeps

and there are jerks,

but this guy,

he's a real creep-jerk!

- How do we stop him?

- He is stronger than us.

He is meaner than us!

He is badder than us.

We got to have a plan.

Plan? Good idea.

- What's the plan?

- Don't know.

Planning is not my thing, dig?

Maybe we can distract him

long enough to destroy the dam?

And how do we do that?

Well... one of us

will have to act as bait.

And I know just who

that should be.

- Yellow.

- Exactly.

What? Wait, me?

Blue... are you sure?

Absolutely.

We gotta think outside

the crayon-box on this one!

He chased her around Color City.

I bet he'll follow her again.

Besides, I believe in you, Yellow.

Maybe it's time

you believed in yourself.

I... I believe in me, too.

I can do it!

I can't do it!

What was I thinking,

coming here on my own?

I'll never change.

I'm yellow.

Yellow, yellow to the core.

I'll just sit here. That's it.

I'll sit here on

this rock for a while,

then go back and tell them

I couldn't find Scrawl.

I'll just say

I got lost in this snow.

Snow?

This isn't snow. It's...

P... P... paper!

Eeek!

The.. the... the Great Waste!

Help, help, help!

Help, help, help!

That's it,

your Royal Chop-Sockiness!

Wax on, wax off!

Yeah, you better run,

you Trashosaurus Rex!

You saved me.

Why?

We tried to tell you.

All we ever wanted

was some color.

Without it, we're just...

Unfinished drawings.

You helped me.

Now it's my turn to help you.

There. Now you truly are

King Scrawl.

Ah. Thank you.

You're welcome,

but we're almost out of color.

We have to get the colorfall

flowing again.

This is my fault.

I was being greedy.

I never meant to cause you

any harm.

The dam must come down right away.

But your Royal Clogginess,

the dam is too strong

for us to knock down by ourselves.

My friends will help.

Oh, I'm not so sure about that.

I think the other crayons

are afraid of me.

I'll explain.

It was all

a big misunderstanding.

You'll see.

I knew this Rubber Bandolero

would come in handy.

We'll stretch it

across the canyon,

and when Scrawl gets near...

Whammo! We get him.

Signal! Signal! Bird sounds!

That's the signal.

Here they come!

Places everyone.

It's show time!

Hello? Guys?

Everything's okay.

Olly olly auburn-free!

They must be

around here somewhere.

Now!

It's a trap!

I knew it,

your Sitting Duckliness.

No, wait!

We should never have

followed her into Color City.

An ambush. And I trusted you.

Get me down from here.

I don't think I can,

your Upside Downliness.

I can only make paper cuts,

and this thing is rubber.

Please, listen to me!

You know him?

Um...

You led him to Color City?

Well, not exactly...

And how come he can speak?

Did you draw him a mouth?

- Yes, but he...

- Whose side are you on, Yellow?

Wait, listen...

Just stay out of our way, Yellow.

- Haven't you done enough?

- Please, please.

You don't understand.

You're right. We don't.

Pardon my language, but you, sir,

are a Grade-A poopy pants.

Poopy pants?

Well, that's awfully harsh,

don't you think?

So what'll we

do with them now?

Gee, I don't know.

Planning's not my thing.

I think I mentioned that.

Anyone got an idea?

Let's make him into a great big

paper pinata, and whammo!

Yes! That sounds

both appropriate and timely.

Well, then... Charge!

This doesn't look good,

your Punching Bagliness.

Stop!

Leave him alone!

Oh, you've gotta be kidding me.

Siding with the monster again?!

Stop calling him that!

He's not a monster! He's a king.

Very nice landing.

- Huh?

- Wha...?

And he saved my life.

- What?

- He did?

He's good and kind

and all he wants is some color.

We never gave him a chance

to explain.

We judged him

because we were afraid.

I was afraid, too.

But not anymore.

Oh. Zam.

Huh, uh, gee...

We, um...

Well, I... I suppose, in light

of this new information...

We've all acted like jerks.

Yeah. Creep-jerks.

And I am the worst offender of all.

Will you forgive me?

Hmm?

I'm sorry. A happy ending

gets me every time.

It's not over yet.

We've still got important work to do.

And very little time.

Colors are runnin' faster than

a red sock in a washing machine.

It is the end.

Le coup de grace!

Soon we will be saying

Au revoir, Mon ami.

Ugh. My fade-o-meter tells me

that we are now

only 15.6 percent

of our original color

and dimming with alacrity!

There, there.

It ain't over till

the fat crayon sings.

Spoke too soon.

Heave!

Ho!

- Heave!

- Ho!!

Heave!

Ho!

- It won't budge!

- We need more help!

There's no one else.

It's up to us.

Not quite,

your Royal Mistakenliness.

I have brought

reinforcements. Ha ha!

What was that?

Sounds like the cavalry!

I've always had a way with

giant terrestrial vertebrates.

- Hey, this way.

- Huh?

- Yeah.

- Okay, big fella.

Get ready to pull.

All right, everybody. On three.

One!

Two!

Three!

Heave!

Ah.

Yeah!

Hue, shade, tint,

saturation are all returning!

It seems appropriate

to interject at this juncture

a hearty hoo-ha!

Those rapscallions did it!

Yee-haw!

C'est manifique!

Aww, shucks, ma'am.

Spontaneous osculation,

reaction of embarrassment

combined with a measure

of bashful delight.

Oh, very good.

Very good, indeed.

Stay cool!

If you can get us back

to Color City right away,

I think there's enough time.

Very possibly.

Looking good,

your Royal Highness.

As do you, my trusty, uh...

Uh, what are you, anyway?

Bug, bird, bat...

Lt doesn't matter

when you look this good!

And you have great friends.

You know, I debated

about pinstripes,

but it's not really the season.

Maybe this winter.

I don't know. Tweed's the...

Folks, we owe our heroes

a great big ball of thanks.

And none more so than Yella.

So, little miss,

the highest award we can bestow:

The Color Wheel of Honor.

Professor, the medal, please.

Oh, no, no, that's not it.

Oh, how did that get in there?

This? No.

Oh, my, this isn't mine.

Oh, is that a gelatin marsupial?

I wonder if it's still good.

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