The Wild Page #2

- Leave my bum alone!

Nigel! Get your paws off my girlfriend!

Benny, I am not your girlfriend!

Really nice day!

What is up with

Samson's team tonight? Brutal!

Benny?

Oh, my gosh!

Who knows mouth-to-mouth?

I do!

What was that?

Just your daily dose

of vitamin Benny, baby.

- Get off my nose.

- I'm so cuddly, I like you!

- Stop saying that!

- G'day, mate!

Cannonball!

Next year, I should just coach.

Check it. The Thomson gazelle.

Zero to 50 in four-point-five seconds.

- The ultimate fleeing machine.

- There is no substitute.

Let's get a closer look

at these slim jims.

- Shall we?

- I think we shall.

Maybe we should just

go to the game.

- I thought you wanted to be wild.

- Your dad chased gazelles.

Yeah, if he were our age,

he would so be rockin' out with us.

He'd be in there,

runnin' 'em down like they were...

- Gazelles.

- Yeah, gazelles or somethin'.

Ready, man?

We'd better not.

Oh, yeah? Are you gonna stop us?

- Guys, guys.

- Here we go!

The whole series

comes down to this throw!

There's no tomorrow! It's do or die!

Ya know what I mean.

Guys, I know we're down,

but we're gonna pull this out

'cause we're gonna use...

- ...the secret play.

- The secret play!

Hey, everybody, guess what?

We're gonna use the secret play!

Larry, the first part of the secret play

is keeping it secret.

- OK.

- Follow my lead.

I'm going to need

a double effort from everybody.

Absolutely, captain.

Triple effort if you want, sir.

- Good. Ready, and...

- Break!

Quiet.

On three, dude. One, two...

No!

Now you did it, Ryan.

Feelin' mean, Donald?

Bring it on!

Folks, there's pressure on the big guy!

- Ready, Bridget?

- Ready.

- Ready, Benny?

- Ready!

Samson, it's a shame your little brat

isn't here to see you lose.

I can't... hold it!

Oh, no! What are you doin'?

And here comes Samson. Look at that guy.

Is he a beauty or what?

Larry! Bridget! Sweep!

What a recovery!

He's sendin' in Bridget

and Larry to do the job!

Sweep faster, Larry! Sweep, sweep!

- I am!

- Come on, man!

Team Penguin

is sending their ace, Victor...

- Watch it, Victor!

- Watch it yourself, see?

Nigel, how are we looking?

- This could be trouble, folks!

- Sweep, sweep, sweep.

This is cheating

and you will die for this.

I can't hear you, Nigel.

Move left a bit...

OK. Move left and hit!

- Larry, no!

- Tallyho!

What a move!

Folks, we are inches away

from the greatest upset

in turtle-curling history!

- Oh, no! I can't believe my eyes!

- No!

Looks like Samson might have choked!

- Nice!

- Yes!

Unbelievable!

Samson and his team

have clinched the title!

- No, wait! I've called it too soon!

- What the heck?

The penguins have done it!

They're zoo champs for the first time!

Stampede? Stampede!

Please! Stop!

Watch out!

Dude. Busted.

Catastrophic.

Told you I'd come to the game.

You think this is funny?

You just endangered everyone in the zoo!

- I'm sorry.

- For what?

Chasing the gazelles

or costing us the game?

All you do is sit up

in your tree and sulk.

- If you just...

- What's the problem?

Is all this because you can't roar?

Ryan, I didn't mean that.

Know what I'm doing

when I'm sulking in my tree?

I'm thinking how great it would be

if Samson the Wild wasn't my father.

Ryan, I didn't...

'Cause it would make being

Ryan the Lame a lot easier.

Ryan, I'm sorry.

Ryan! Please don't...

...leave.

Bye, Ryan!

Thanks for coming to the game.

And you were worried

he wouldn't show up.

Not good.

No one listens to the squirrel.

I don't know what to do anymore, Benny.

- I've tried everything.

- Everything?

- You tried everything?

- What are you saying?

I'm saying you

have to tell him the truth.

I don't think I could do that, Benny.

I mean...

What's he gonna think of me

when he finds out?

I don't know.

But if you don't tell him...

...you're gonna lose him, Sammy.

The green boxes.

OK, they're all loaded up!

- You don't think I know that?

- Get movin'!

I changed my mind! I don't wanna go!

Help!

Ryan.

Help me!

Watch out!

Sam!

- Wait for us!

- Dad!

- Ryan!

- Dad!

Don't let them take me!

- No!

- Ryan!

Help!

- No!

- Dad! Help me!

Ryan!

- Benny, we need that truck followed.

- Check.

Get me... the pigeons.

I am wanting snake eyes!

Come on, baby.

Come on, just throw it.

Thanks.

Hamir! You are the

great loser of all time!

What offerings must I make, I wonder?

Hamir! Hamir!

Get a grip on yourself!

Benny! I am needing till Friday

before I am paying you back!

No, no. It's Ryan.

He's in one of those green boxes

and they took it away!

We've got to find him!

That is not good! Not good at all!

I know! I know!

I am telling him, you crazy pigeon!

The green boxes go to the big water

where stiff lady

with spikes on her head...

- Hamir? I can't understand...

- Spikes!

Just tell me where the green boxes go.

Stiff lady, spikies?

Yes, like my wife says,

the truck takes them to her! To her!

Though I hate telling bad news,

there is more bad news to tell.

When the sun rises, the green boxes

leave on boat-boat and never return!

I am sorry for this. I really am.

Hello?

No. Not good. Not good.

You always say that.

I keep on sayin' it. No one's listenin'.

Like a broken record here.

OK. When do we leave, Sammy?

Yeah, when do we leave?

It's not "we". It's me.

Let's make this clear.

This is now a rescue mission

and I am the only one going.

We'll come too! We're not afraid.

Are we, guys?

Afraid? No.

You know koalas.

More like "scared of things."

Ryan's like a cub to all of us.

Not that I'll ever have

one of my own at this rate.

You know, there's that famous...

A koala once said,

"We will fight them... with peaches."

Yeah. Anyway.

- So we're helping, whatever it takes.

- You want to leave with me? OK.

If you don't mind

being hunted down, shot at...

- ...stuffed...

- OK!

...or worse, then fine.

I have a recurring nightmare

about taxidermy and spot remover.

Well, they have to catch us

before they can stuff us and I'm fast.

Nobody's leaving but me. Got it?

- You're the boss.

- You bet.

- You got the big hair.

- Absolutely.

Yeah, that's good, Sammy.

Hey, way to weed out the weak links.

Now that they're out of the picture,

what's the plan?

Don't worry about a thing, big guy.

I got it all taken care of.

I know this city...

...like the back of my paw.

We ditch this truck at Fifth Avenue,

couple lefts, couple rights,

bada-boom, past Broadway and...

You're there!

What are you doing here?

- What?

- We're going to help you find Ryan!

She said,

"We're gonna help you find Ryan."

- Oh, great.

- Hey, guys.

I've got popcorn up my bum.

Do I look trashy in this?

OK, here's my...

Here's my overall plan.

Where are we going?

I only have until sunrise

before Ryan is taken away forever!

And now I have to worry about you three?

All right, fine. When do we

get off of this thing, Benny?

Benny's here?

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