Feed the Gods Page #2

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You're not serious?

He's not serious.

We've all been through a lot.

And you and I are heading

back east next week.

It might be nice to go

on a little family vacation.

What is wrong with you?

Kris.

It could be fun, all right?

It's a...

It's a well-deserved break.

From what?

- What do you need a break from?

- Kris!

Everybody lost Baba.

Not just you.

Oh, come on.

He's been the victim

his whole life.

Poor Will needs

more help in school.

Poor Will needs more confidence.

Poor Will needs extra attention.

Poor Will can't pay his rent.

It's bullshit.

He's almost 30 years old and he's

still working for minimum wage.

I chose a hard career.

What career?

I'm an artist!

Okay, because you took an adult

ed course at community college?

And before that, what was it, um,

a surf class in Nicaragua, was it?

That was a viable

business venture.

You don't know how to surf.

You know what?

I'm goin' to Tendale.

I'm gonna find Mom and Dad.

I'm gonna do it alone

if I have to.

Okay. And who's gonna foot the bill on

this pipe dream, now that Baba's gone?

Me?

You know what?

This was your breakfast.

I don't have to put up

with this, not from you.

You can't even

cook breakfast right...

without burning

the f***ing house down!

You call this being

solution-oriented?

Oh, what? You really thought you'd

get to Tendale on a ten-speed?

All right. Okay.

Kris printed these out.

We should start handing them out

at every stop of the way.

Okay. Cool.

Let the hunt begin, huh?

"Bigfoot fact number six.

Several accounts have attested

to hearing unusual...

high-pitched yelps upon

alleged Bigfoot encounters.

Other instances describe the phenomena

as a human-like whistling sound. "

How is it a fact if the existence

of Bigfoot isn't even a fact?

Uh, "fact number seven.

Communication by wood knocking may also serve

as a navigational aid in nocturnal conditions. "

Tendale.

Not many.

September 13.

My team and I reach Tendale

three hours behind schedule.

I fear Kris, our expedition

transportation coordinator,

vill discover the debt

incurred on his credit card...

after lengthy detour

sidetracked us while he slept.

We are looking

into the barbershop,

vere zee locals presumably

get zer hair fashioned.

Well, here we are,

surrounded by plenty of nature,

um, tourists, lumberjacks

and possibly Bigfoot.

Of course our mission is to...

find...

Morning, sleepyhead.

You did some exploring

as well, I see.

Not a single motel.

Or any food made

in the last 20 years.

Well, that should kill tourism.

Why the hell

did we agree to this?

Something, something, bonding with

your brother, something, something.

And, uh, who said that?

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