Howard the Duck Page #2

- And make yurself at hme.

- Make myself at hme? I wish.

- Listen.

Oh n, nt again!

Hward, it's kay.

Are yu all right?

- he chair started shaking.

- It was just a big truck ging by.

A truck?

I knew that.

What I dn't knw is

what the hell I'm ding here!

It's like a bad trip.

I mean, talk abut an identity crisis.

Yeah, what an awful thing

to happen.

Hward, I was

just kinda wndering...

...des everybdy

in yur planet lk like yu?

- Obviusly, why?

- Nreasn, just wndered.

S, what dyu dback hme?

Yu gt a jb? Yu gto schl?

- I went to med schI fr a while.

- Yu went to med schI?

Yeah, my parents

wanted me to be a dctor.

Plastic surgen, making big bucks,

ding big jbs, tail tucks.

- What happened?

- I dropped ut.

And I decided to educate myself

in the real wrld, n the streets.

S, I wrote sngs at night

and did cnstructin wrk by day.

Ww. hat sunds great.

Yu knw, I write sngs to.

- What kind f...

- Listen, it desn't matter.

It was all a pipe dream.

I gt stired f everyne saying:

"Grw up, Hward".

I guess I finally did.

Last mnth I gt

what they call a "prmising jb".

- Yeah? Ding what?

- Adertising cpywriter.

Only twthings touch my feathers,

this "Oil f Night Fwl" and him.

I wrte that.

Geez, Hward, it srt f

sunds like yu sld ut.

Maybe.

But smetimes I still get this feeling...

...there's sme kind f special destiny

waiting fr me.

Hward, that's it.

Maybe that's why yu're here.

- What?

- I mean, I believe...

...that there are naccidents

in the unierse.

Maybe yu're here

fr sme greater purpse.

- Sme csmic cause.

- Are yu nuts?

I gt nintentin

f being stranded here.

I gtta get back.

- Hw, is anther matter.

- Yeah, right. We gtta get sme help.

But, Hward...

Oh, geez...

Hward...!

What am I gnna

dwith yu... ducky?

- his is humiliating.

- I just dn't want peple...

...freaking ut all ver the place.

- What abut me?

I'm gnna have to see

a psychiatrist...

...every day fr the rest f my life.

- Relax, we're almst there.

- Oh, gdy.

- Phil's a scientist. He can help.

- Hward, this isn't wrking.

- Tell me abut it.

Can I give yu

a hand with that?

- N, we're ding...

- What's in the bag?

I'm ding fine,

thank yu very much.

Let me ut f here.

- Excuse me. Can I help with that?

- N!

Yes!

Why are we stopping?

- Hi.

- Hi, Beverly.

We had an appintment.

We gt here as fast as we culd.

Gd... Listen, everybdy, this is it!

I'e just seen it!

It's in there!

It's a... it's...

It's... It's nthing!

It's nthing, never mind.

Carry n, Dr. Chapin.

his is amazing.

Man's Idest fantasy.

Acrss a sea f stars!

Lk up in the sky!

It's a bird!

It's a plane!

- N, it's a duck!

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