Dreamcatcher Page #3

He's got a special section all his

own on the third level.

I can'st stop thinking about the Duds

lately. How about you guys?

It's this place. He's all around here,

even though he's never been here.

This is our 20th year coming out

here to Hole in the Wall.

And f*** me, Freddy,

here's to 20 more.

Twenty more.

Here's to Duddits...

...our dreamcatcher.

Wish he was here.

To the Duds.

- To Douglas Cavell.

- To Duddits.

Why is Tina Schlossinger's

p*ssy on the wall of Tracker Brothers?

Because I said so. It's a picture.

- Have you seen it?

- No...

...but the kid who sits

behind me in shop, he saw it.

Tracker Brothers is deserted.

You don'st want to see the homecoming

queen's p*ssy? Don'st come.

F*** me, Freddy! Some kid's shirt.

- So?

- It's new!

Scooby-Doo.

"I belong to Douglas Cavell."

"If the boy I belong to is lost, please

bring him to 19 Maple Lane, Derry."

Must belong to one of those kids

from the Retard Academy.

Come on. Eat it. Eat it.

Eat it and you can go.

Hey, you guys!

Quit it!

Just f***ing quit it!

What are you doing?

You'sre trying to make him eat that?

What's wrong with you?

Got it. I'sll make him eat

this dog turd, then he can go.

You go now.

Unless you want half.

Take a hike, girls,

while you have the chance.

Piss off.

That's your final warning.

- You better watch it!

- Why is that?

- I know who you are.

- I'sm trembling with fear.

- You'sre Rich Grenadeau, the quarterback!

- So?

What will people say when we tell them

what we caught you doing?

You won'st tell anybody anything

because you'sll be dead.

- Get ready, Pete.

- Give the word, Henry.

Pete can fly. When you come for us,

all we have to do is get in your way.

I can'st catch that little dick?

You know who that is?

That's Pete Moore.

That's right, fat-ass. Pete Moore.

No one can catch him.

He's going straight to his house

to tell his mother.

She'sll call the cops

and then we'sll see.

- You know him, is that it?

- Never saw him.

Then why ask for trouble?

I mean, look at this moron!

- He likes this attention.

- How do you know what he likes?

Come on, you dickweeds!

- You want to fight us?

- Yes! Yes!

I'sm gone, Henry.

Just say the word.

- Why? You'sll lose! Why?

- Because you can'st do that! It's wrong!

And I'sm gonna tell the world!

Tell everybody!

- You want us to leave, is that it?

- No! Let's kick their asses!

Let's go.

We'sll get him later. You know that.

Get you all later.

It's okay.

You can stop now.

Do something.

Somebody!

If I do...

...and you tell anybody,

I'sll never hang with you guys again.

I never knew Beav could sing.

- Beaver, that's beautiful.

- I mean it. Not one word.

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