El Bola Page #2

Let's hit the amusement park.

I'm broke.

I know a guy at the door. If

he's there we can get in free.

I don't know...

Come on.

Coming or not?

The fair is a drag.

Who's that?

- Who?

- In the picture.

My old man.

Hey, Birras.

Come on in.

Aren't you going to

introduce me to your pal?

Yeah. Pellet, this is

Birras. Birras, Pellet.

What's up, kid?

What?

Are you here to see me? Or...

To see you.

And maybe you could let us in.

And kill two birds with one stone.

You're a smart little brat.

A couple stick-ons,

and 2 tickets for the "Launch Pad".

- Thanks.

- You're welcome.

You came to see me? Well, you've seen me.

Give me a kiss.

And tell your pop to stop by sometime.

Hurry up, already.

We close at nine.

- See you later.

- Bye.

- Birras.

- What?

- Got a smoke for me?

- A smoke!

You little devil.

Here. Now beat it before I change my mind.

Ever been on this?

Yeah.

- How was it?

- You'll sh*t your pants.

- I don't think so.

- You'll see.

- You don't scare me.

- You're already scared.

You're the one shitting himself.

You always carry that pellet with you?

Not a pellet, a ball-bearing.

It brings me good luck.

I don't believe in that bullshit.

But hold on to it tight. We

don't want it to fall now.

You're shitting.

What if it broke right now?

If it broke right now,

we'd be totally screwed.

Son of a b*tch.

Relax. It's all right.

Hey, are you a screamer?

- No. Are you?

- Me? No way.

- Ever seen anyone get a tattoo?

- No.

Well, once on a TV show.

It must hurt like hell.

It depends where.

Sensitive areas hurt, like

your ankle, shin or knee...

Where the skin's close to the bone.

- If there's no bone it doesn't hurt?

- Much less.

What's so funny?

There's no bone in my dick

but I bet it hurts like hell!

What a ride!

- It'd be cool to go to India.

- Sure.

But I'd rather go to

Africa. It must be amazing.

- Where would you go?

- To the desert.

What for?

Thanks, man.

You're welcome. You can treat next time.

If it weren't for this,

I'd be puking still.

Why didn't you tell me you

get dizzy, you d*ckhead?

I was embarrassed.

You should have told me.

- That hit the spot.

- Sure did.

What do we do now?

Digest our food first.

- Where do we go first?

- Your choice.

I don't care. But not Corkscrew.

The ferris wheel.

- What for?

- I'm joking, dipshit.

You're crazy, man!

I'm going to fall!

Relax, Grandma. I've got you.

Stay still. She's digging

her nails into me!

Don't make this worse. Raise your arm.

Raise your arm!

Don't shout. Why are you shouting?

I'm not.

- Yes you are!

- Fine, whatever you say.

Turn around.

In front of the child. How embarrassing!

I'm not looking, Grandma.

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