The Wild Page #6

Follow your instincts.

- What is that?

- My... instincts?

- Benny?

- You're almost there.

That settles it, then.

My mother definitely drank pool water

when she was pregnant with me.

Benny, look.

The freaks with hooves!

Ryan's in there.

You can't just barge in. That's suicide!

- Benny, get out of my way!

- Don't listen to the rat.

- Hey, who are you calling a rat?

- You, of course.

- You'll give away our position.

- I'll have you written up for that!

Fool! You blew our cover!

Men! Scatter!

Not so fast!

Look who I got, Sammy.

It's your lion instincts.

Who are you guys?

- Our names aren't important.

- I'm Cloak. He's Camo.

- We're covert agents.

- Why have you been leading me around?

- That's classified.

- Top-secret.

- The wildebeests have gone mad.

- Cloak.

It's not like I told them our plan

is to use them to defeat Kazar's...

Listen, just tell me,

did they take my son in there?

- That's need-to-know.

- They did.

- They think the koala's a god.

- You're the worst covert agent!

Oh, yeah?

Then why can I do this? Men!

Hey! No! Stop! Sammy!

- Idiot! That maneuver's confidential.

- It's secret. This one's confidential.

- Cloak!

- And this one's restricted.

Super-secret.

Top-secret. This is ultra-secret!

Enough! No more!

Show 'em the super-top-secret

"no more?" Gotcha!

No!

I got an idea.

Who is this Great Him, anyway?

I'll take him on.

I'm the Great Her!

I'll show Him a thing or two.

I'm from New York City, for Pete's sake.

Oh, my.

You have got to be kidding me.

Nigel, I don't know

what you're trying to pull,

- but I will kick your...

- Silence!

Why, you little...

Silence, again!

You do not speak to me!

Nigel, what's the deal?

Great Him, shall we prepare the feast?

Yes, we shall! What's on the menu?

Them.

Oh, no.

Eat friends and be god,

don't eat friends...

God, friends, god, friends. God, I...

Well, that was subtle.

Prepare the meat fire!

Wait!

We cannot cook them without...

...onion!

Onions. Onions. Onions.

Well, that was fast.

Let the ritual begin.

Move it!

I am so mad at you!

Wait! We also need... hats!

Do we not have the party hats of death?

I've got mine!

And before the feast, we must all...

What the...?

...levitate...

...and spin uncontrollably!

And feel a bit sick.

How do I stop this thing?

- Guys.

- Benny?

- Look, a squirrel!

- Larry!

We've got a plan. Follow me.

- We?

- I can fly!

Oh, Great Him,

we are humbled by your power.

Be humbled.

Only the Great Him can do this!

- Volcanic gas!

- Our cover's blown!

Major malfunction! Abandon ship!

- Oh, boy.

- Well, about time you got here.

Great Him, it's another miracle!

You've delivered us a real lion!

Blag, your luck has turned.

Thanks to the Great Him,

we shall all ascend tonight.

Nigel, we've got

to create a distraction.

Hang on a sec!

I've got miracles comin' out my ears!

Ready? Stand back...

...as the Great Me attacks the lion

over 73 times my size!

Dad? My dad's alive!

Guys, my dad made it!

- Ryan, no!

- Hurry, I got to see him!

Whack, whack, whack!

- Dad!

- What? Ryan!

- I planned this.

- Ryan, no!

At long last,

the cosmic balance has shifted.

- Stay close.

- Prey has become predator!

And predator has become prey!

And the hoof finally trumps the claw!

Come on, Dad!

Let's show these turkey-jerkies

who's at the top of the food chain!

Let's eat the brat first.

Over my dead body!

Yeah.

Dad!

He's gonna kill Samson

if we don't do something!

Why don't we use the secret play?

I know. Shut up, Larry. That's stupid.

No! It's brilliant!

They laughed at me

when I spoke of the Omen.

But look who's laughing now!

Little to the left. Yeah.

No! Little to the right!

Next floor:
bottom of the food chain!

Ding!

Fire!

We gotta find something bigger!

I know where we can

find something bigger.

- Ready, Ryan?

- Dig deep!

You should have stayed at home.

Now our shrine will become your tomb.

Fire!

Ryan!

Ryan!

I don't typically eat dessert

before the main course!

Get away from my son!

Ryan.

Ryan, are you still with me?

It's OK, Dad. I just want you to know

I'm sorry you didn't have a father

like the one I have.

Ryan.

How touching.

But then, last words usually are.

Finish them.

What are you doing?

I command you to attack them,

like true predators!

We're tired of pretending

to be something we're not.

But most of all, we're tired of you.

Blag. Fine.

I'll kill them myself!

Dad, remember what you

always told me in your stories:

Dig deep.

Oh, yeah, baby!

Let's go.

Yeah.

- Come on, let's get out of here!

- Get out of here!

And for the record,

I've always hated your choreography.

It's so... '80s.

That's right! Run!

Run like the cowardly prey that you are!

I will hunt you down!

Everyone! To the boat!

Top of the food chain, Ma!

Top of the food chain...

I'm so cuddly! I like you!

I'm so cuddly! I like you!

I'm so cuddly! I like you!

I'm so cuddly!

Hurry! We're never gonna make it!

Push, you crazy, hairy monsters! Push!

- Larry, throw it in reverse!

- Reverse throwing!

At least I saw the wild

before it disappeared.

I can still see it. It's right...

Here. I found my roar.

We both did, son.

You know, Dad, this'll be our first

story of Samson and Ryan the Wild.

I don't think anybody's

gonna believe it.

Incoming!

I'm so cuddly!

Cuddly! I'm so cuddly!

I know you're cuddly. But can you float?

- I'm having a

- Really nice day

Really nice day

Really nice day

Step-kick left!

Really nice day

Step-kick right!

- Splendid.

- No! Smashing. Hey!

- Stupendous!

- Are you guys sure about this?

Operation Snake-Over is now complete.

Hey, look, everyone! I'm a secret agent!

Bridget, I get it. You're more

than a tall, lanky goddess.

You're a strong, independent female.

You don't need to be defined

by your relationship

- and I, I respect that.

- It's about time.

What was that?

Just your daily dose

of vitamin Bridget, baby.

Oh, yeah yeah!

Really nice day

Really nice day

Look out!

Step-kick, pivot-kick,

walk, walk, walk.

Yes! Did y'all see that? Check this!

Go, Blag! Go, Blag! Go, Blag!

Hey, Blag.

- No parkin' on the dance floor.

- Parkin'?

Dad?

Make some room there, big guy!

Really nice day

Really, really nice day

Yeah!

Pretty crazy, right? Pretty wild!

Well, technically, it...

It's awesome.

Yes, right.

- I was just gonna say that.

- Come on! Everyone!

This is gonna be a long ride home.

I'm havin' a

Really nice day

Really nice day, really nice day

- I'm having a

- I'm so cuddly, I like you

G'day

What are you doing this for?

What, do you think it's funny?

Just get out.

Sorry about that, everybody. Sorry.

Hello.

Do carry on.

Come on!

All right,

everybody exit in an orderly...

All right, single file! Keep it...

I seem to do a lot of falling

and screaming in this adventure.

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