The Littlest Angel Page #3
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- 2011
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Halo, mine are gone too.
What's happening?
Aw, don't worry.
That always happens
when an angel's feet--
or paws-- touch earth.
But what are we going to do
without our wings?
How are we gonna get back up
to heaven if we can't fly?
Ah, ye of little faith.
Watch and learn.
All you gotta do is focus real hard--
angel vision, remember?
And--
Uh-oh.
Hmm, maybe a little less
face scrunching.
Attaboy! But now
make 'em disappear again.
- How come?
- You don't think we're allowed
to run around earth
looking like something
that jumped off
a stained-glass window, do you?
- l get your point.
- And we don't want to break any rules
of the pearly gates.
Okay, wings away.
- Uh-oh, halo.
- What?
Not you, that halo.
Angel Eve showed me
how to do this.
Oh, sweet trick.
But that shiny O over your head
is another dead giveaway
you ain't from around here, kid.
Better find someplace
really safe to hide it.
l know the perfect place!
l'll hide my halo on my Halo.
Huh?
Now it just looks like
your dog collar.
Okay, time to go play
fetch the treasure box.
So which way?
when we were landing.
Well, crashing.
But l'm pretty sure
it's just over the next hill.
And so
the littlest angel and his new friend
set out to find his home,
see the places he used to play
and retrieve
the missing treasure box.
But they would soon remember
that heaven and earth
are two very different
sorts of places.
lt wasn't over the next hill
or next or the next after that either.
l never thought l'd say it,
but l sure miss my angel wings.
l don't see why it would hurt
to fly up and see where my village is.
Nope. Huh-uh.
Rotten idea.
What if some human saw you?
How are you gonna explain
a boy with wings?
l guess you're right.
Of course l'm right.
Come on.
Don't know if it's your village,
but my super sniffer's
- Which way?
Just over the next hill.
We'll just go up to the house
and ask directions to my village.
l might as well ask them
if they can spare an old bone too.
Wait, a talking dog on earth
might seem kind of strange.
You'd betterjust stick to growls
and barks when people are around.
Gee, l kinda got used
to speaking my mind.
l hope l can remember
how to act like a regular old dog.
Maybe it'd be better to ask
the barnyard animals instead.
Let me think here.
They won't understand me.
Earth animals can't talk
like angel animals can.
No sweat. l still remember
how to talk turkey,
and lots of
other critters' tongues too.
l'll just ask this goose
and cow which way.
That cow sure sounds mad.
Maybe because he's a bull.
- What are they saying?
- Loosely translated:
No trespassing.
Get lost.
Run!
l think we lost 'em.
Good, but you forgot
to tell them.
Run!
Come on,
no way bulls can climb trees.
Uh, neither can dogs.
Hey, there aren't
any humans around.
Why can't we use our-- wings!
Halo, look out!
Guess it serves him right
for being so mean.
But l kinda feel sorry for him.
l guess we should
try and get him free.
l was afraid
you were gonna say that.
Okay, one, two,
three, pull!
Come on.
We're crunchy kibble now.
Oh, prepare to be noogified.
Huh?
- What did they say?
- The village is--
right over the next hill.
lt's already night
and kind of dark out.
Maybe we should
wait till morning.
Yeah good, 'cause l'm dog-tired.
lt's weird looking up at heaven.
Huh? Hmmm.
l wonder if anybody
even noticed we're gone.
When l get my hands
on that little angel, l'll--
Wait, what's that?
Could this be him?
Hear ye, hear ye!
God has decreed
the most glorious event
for all the citizens of earth.
He has requested
all angels in his firmament
to prepare the most wonderful
celebration of all time.
Bring your most splendid gifts.
What?
What is the celebration for?
You know God will announce
His plan in His own time.
But l got word that it'll be soon.
ln the meantime,
prepare your gifts!
Prepare
for the greatest celebration
heaven and earth
have ever known.
Oh ho, of all the days.
Logan!
Logan...
please, get your big sandals
off my desk.
This is insufferable, intolerable,
inexcusable, in-- in--
- in--
- Uh, inviting?
- lnterns? lnvestments?
- What are you rambling about?
l thought we were trying to think
of words starting with "in."
Didn't you hear the messenger angel
who just blew in here?
Sorry, l was listening to
"Hey Hey, Get Off of my Cloud."
God has just announced
the biggest, most exciting event
He's ever planned for earth.
And heaven needs to start preparations.
l love celebrations!
l hope we get to wear party hats
and blow those funny whistles
- that shoot out--
- Ahem!
We need to find that
missing little angel
and get him back here
to the academy.
Everything must be absolutely
perfect for God's big day.
Don't worry. The little tyke has
to be around heaven someplace.
Where else could he go?
Well, if l bore you that much,
l'll just be on my way then.
Guess we can look for the littlest guy
first thing in the morning.
Hmph!
Come on, Halo.
Just one more hill and we're there.
l'll believe that when l see it.
l can hardly wait
to see my house again
and get my box.
- Uh-oh.
- Yeehaw!
What was that all about?
They just wanted to say thanks
for the good deed
- and warn us to be careful.
- Of what?
- A guard goose and a bull?
- l don't know.
lt didn't make much sense to me.
Some cruel creep
that uses critters for show?
Whatever the heck that means.
Step right up.
Step right up,
ladies and gentlemen.
See the one and only
two-headed snake
and the amazing talking chicken.
l didn't hear
no chicken talking.
Just drop in your coins
then the chicken will
thank you personally.
Brok! Bok bok!
Look at me, l'm a talking chicken.
Brok!
Bok bok bok bok!
Aw, it's a big fake.
The chicken's lips aren't even moving.
Hey, we've been gypped.
Give us our money back!
l didn't hear any chicken talk.
Yeah, you just weren't
watching carefully.
Move your lips, chicken.
Flap your blasted beak, bird!
What?
Stop, wait, come back!
lt's all part of the show.
What were you thinking, woman?
Oh, don't tell me you swallowed
the fake snake head again.
Don't you know
we need it for the show?
l warned you, Creepedeep.
No one is going to fall
for that phony two-headed snake
or your pathetic ventriloquist act.
Mind your own business,
muscle-head.
This traveling show
is my business.
And l'm warning you, unless you
come up with a real attraction,
you two are out of here.
Heh heh heh heh.
He'll see.
One of these days
l'm going to find
the greatest attraction of all time!
What if the people that live here now
already found your special box?
No way! l kept it hidden underneath
a loose floorboard in my bedroom.
- l'll just slip inside and--
- Whoa there, little pup.
Even though your wings aren't showing,
you're still an angel.
So breaking into houses
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