Ashens and the Quest for the Gamechild Page #3

Yeah well you're not getting this one first, you little git!

Hey, Nemesis!

It's 'Nee Mah Si' you idiot!

Hey! Stuart, Stuart, Stuart!

Where are you going?

Sorry Geoff, I'm in the middle of something.

Wait, do you want to try some of this, it's my own recipe?

It's a Pakistani and Italian blend.

Oh, no time! No time!

Can I come with you?

Not this time.

Stuart!

That's it. That little prat got the Game Child, and I didn't.

Wow... And in all that time, you've not be able to come across another Game Child?

No, I haven't.

But I thought you were some sort of super collector of collectibles...

Well it doesn't mean I can magic one out of thin air, does it?!

Oh, I'm sorry. Okay.

Look, there is more to the story than that.

There was a total recall on the product.

Turned out it was frying kids eyes, and burning their fingers.

Oh, God!

Only two hundred were sold, and do you want to know the weird thing?

The company refunded more money than they were actually sold for.

Even Nemesis handed his in.

And it was the Terrifically Good Company... Your Terrifically Good Company, who issued the refunds.

There's nothing 'terrific' or 'good' about them, Stuart.

I've heard rumours that there's one still out there, but I've never been able to track it down.

So there's a Game Child out there?

Maybe. I don't know.

Come on, you've got to be a bit curious, right?!

I mean, look at all this stuff!

You've got to be the best collector of collectibles.

I'm sure you can find it.

We could find it. It could be our quest!

Our what?

A quest, you know, a long arduous search for something,

a kind of journey, to an ultimate goal.

I know what a quest is, Doctor Thesaurus!

But I'm not interested in going on one.

Come on, it could be fun!

Come on!

No.

I'm tired now.

You can sleep in the back room.

Stuart.

Woah!

Bloody Hell!

Now then, Stuart. I'm gonna tell you something.

Y'see this door, here?

You're gonna have a ball of a time.

Bloody sofa is talking to me again!

What the?

Argh! I'm no good at dodging these!

Only the cool kids were allowed to be in goal!

Oh, come on! This is unlikely at best!

Oh great! Electricity.

Woah...

Sorry, what was that? I can't quite hear you.

Do what? Could you speak up a bit?

I said find the Game Child! You deaf git!

Oh, right! Find the Game Child.

Find the Game Child! It is your destiny.

But where do I find it?!

You know what you have to do.

A little help would be good.

Figure it out yourself, you lazy bastard!

Oh, ow!

That's starting to hurt now!

Oh right, That's getting very painful now!!!

Argh!!!

Well that was bloody obvious, wasn't it?!

There's nothing worse than a preachy claymation!

Morning, Stu.

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