The Star Page #2

bring me up any more dishes?

You didn't tell me you had a donkey.

ldont

No, he must be a stray.

Go on, boy. Shoo!

You're scrappy. Scrappy little donkey.

Come on.

All right, that's how it's gonna be?

-Are you okay?

-Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. It's just a...

Poor little guy is hurt.

-Give him a break.

-Hello!

Has anyone lost a donkey?

-Because, if you have, he's here!

-What should we call you?

And I do not want him!

How about...

-Wait, what are you doing?

-Boaz.

You're naming it?

What do you think, Bo?

Bo? No way.

Bo's a good name for you. Isn't it?

-lsn't it?

-Yeah, Bo's great. Love it.

Mary, no.

No, if you name him, you're gonna start

feeling affectionate toward him.

And once you feel affectionate,

you're gonna want to keep him.

And if there is one thing

we are definitely not going to do...

Do you think

he'll be warm enough down here?

That's my workshop.

Let's just let him stay here

till he's all better.

Don't you think we should at least...

Mary?

Come on. Let's go talk upstairs.

Okay...

Finally. They are gone,

and I am out of here.

There you are.

I am so glad you're okay.

Do you know how much flying around

l have done looking for you?

I thought that maybe the miller

caught you and was gonna eat you.

Eat me? Yeah, I don't think

he was gonna do that.

You don't know!

He had crazy in his eyes.

So keep it down.

He's still out there someplace.

-Do you think he heard?

-Nah. I think we're good.

This is the last place he'd check.

Nothing special ever happens

in an old shack like this.

The Messiah?

You're saying that baby

is the actual Messiah?

Like from the prophets?

I do need to sit down, actually.

I know. I know how it sounds, but yes.

And God wants you and me to raise him.

Me? Are you sure...

I mean, did the angel mention me?

Well, no, but it's...

Look, I can't raise the Son of God.

He's a king. I'm just a carpenter.

He needs someone with a little

more experience being...

I don't know, king-ish?

I mean, who am I?

You're my husband.

I am so sorry.

This is just so much

to take in right now.

Can I have a little time?

Okay. We got it this time.

We're making progress, though, right?

Hate to say it,

but even if we got you out,

you're never gonna make it

to the royal caravan on that leg.

Dave, look,

I don't want to hold you back.

You fly ahead without me.

l'll catch up once my leg heals.

No. We're in this together,

and I'm not gonna leave you here.

-Friends don't do that.

-Are you sure?

Yeah, and besides,

you'd never make it without me.

I am a bird of the world.

I know how things work out there.

You are a donkey of a barn.

A very small, ill-smelling barn.

-You need me.

-Okay.

So, now what?

Hide out here until your leg heals,

and then just get yourself kicked out.

And we'll be back on track, pal.

Bo, actually.

My name is Bo now. Mary named me.

"BO"

That's got a nice ring to... Wait.

That lady person named you?

I said hide here,

not settle in and get a name.

-Have I taught you nothing?

-No one is settling in, okay?

Once my leg is healed,

it's time for Operation Kick Me Out.

Good. Now, I'm an expert

at this type of thing, so listen up.

Things I found that tend

to tick people off.

Jumping out and scaring them.

Singing really loudly

early in the morning.

Staring at them while they eat.

At the risk of stating the obvious,

a well-placed number two.

Breaking things.

Setting things on fire.

Licking things that

don't want to be licked.

What child is this

Who laid to rest

On Mary's lap

Is sleeping

Whom angels greet

With anthems sweet

While shepherds watch

Joseph.

Are keeping?

This, this is Christ the King

Whom shepherds guard and angels sing

Haste, haste

To bring him laud

The babe, the Son of Mary.

Wait a minute! Wait a minute!

We three kings

Of Orient are

Bearing gifts

We traverse afar

Field and fountain

Moor and mountain

Hang on!

-Following yonder star

-Cyrus! Deborah!

Come on, guys! Wait up!

I expected a left turn two deserts ago.

I'm dying back here!

I can't believe

we passed that last oasis.

-l'm getting thirsty.

-Lost!

These wise guys are lost.

Wise men don't get lost, Felix.

So you're saying they know

where this birthday party is?

And what makes you so certain

it's a birthday party?

Here we go.

Have you seen the presents

these guys are bringing?

Gold, myrrh, frankincense.

Could be a baby shower.

-You bring gifts to a baby shower.

-Baby shower?

What is a baby gonna do

with frankincense, silly camel?

It's a birthday party.

Baby shower.

-Birthday party.

-Baby shower.

Birthday party.

-Baby shower.

-Birthday party!

What if it's not a party at all?

What if we're on our way

to do something important like,

I don't know, meeting the Son of God?

Deborah's crazier than a box of rocks.

I believe the expression is,

"Dumb as a box of rocks."

You ever shake a box of rocks?

They sound crazy.

You're westward leading

Still you're proceeding

Guide us to the light

So floridly written.

It makes one wonder how the emperor

has so much time

for counting his subjects.

But if Caesar decrees a census,

then a census he will get.

Send the royal guard to round up

every man and woman.

-Sire.

-Let the counting of the sheep begin.

Your Majesty, three magi

bearing gifts for the king.

Hold it right there, camels.

I bet they can

play that game we made up.

That was fun. What was it called again?

"How High."

On three. One, two...

Three!

-How high?

-Camel high.

Your gifts are unexpected,

though not unwelcome.

Your Majesty,

these gifts are not for you.

Yes, they're for the new king.

-What new king?

-The one foretold by the star.

I knew it.

It's a birthday party for the new king.

No, no. I'm pretty certain

it's a baby shower.

Or maybe they're referring

to the coming Messiah.

The Son of God.

Okay, now I'm starting

to worry about her.

Deborah, are you okay?

How many hooves am | holding up?

Now bring in my scribes.

There is a prophecy.

What are they saying?

I can't make it out, but it's something

about the king of the... Shoes?

King of the shoes?

That's what this is about?

-That can't be right.

-Look!

Look! Dude has gold slippers.

King of the shoes, no doubt.

That, Felix, is money and no taste.

Can we move past the shoes?

-I think...

-Look at that guy.

-You see him?

-He's just the royal dog walker.

Trust me. Felix, I know these things.

What? Dog walker?

He's like a nightmare wearing a helmet.

We must find this king at once.

I will set my scribes to the task.

In the meantime, I invite you to stay

in the palace as my royal guests.

No, no, that's not necessary, sire.

But, I insist.

Okay. That was sinister.

Yep. We're leaving.

We're not gonna do any slumber parties

with any evil shoe kings.

No, thank you.

Too late.

This new king is a problem.

Get rid of the problem.

The room was filled with magical light.

And then the angel said

that the child would be the new king.

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