Ice Cream Man Page #2

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- Yeah yeah no problem.

- Oh yeah, lose

some weight fish boy.

- Hey dad.

- Hey, my number one son.

And his tag team.

- Yeah, we just saw a movie.

- Oh yeah, what, target to kill?

- Sleeping beauty.

- Oh we'll just have to

see that this weekend,

don't tell your mother.

Martin cassera.

Hey gorgeous, keeping that

oven heated up, it's your mom.

- She's really pretty.

- Martin!

But I really wanna see you tonight.

- Yeah I can't wait.

I'll see you tonight then.

Well, dad's gotta get back to work.

But, ah ah ah, later.

Bye.

- Bye.

- Thanks, dad.

Oh and um, by the way what's

mom cooking in the oven?

- Come on tuna.

- We got a missing kid,

thought maybe you might've seen

something, little guy never

made it home from the park

last night.

- Oh no, have any leads?

- It's classified ice

cream man, it's classified.

- Listen all I want you to do

is keep your eyes open for us.

- Sure, who am I looking for?

- Anything strange.

So how about some of that

world-famous hard back

I've been hearing about?

- It's rocky road today.

- Do me two scoops on a sugar cone.

- It'll be two dollars.

- You

got a buck I can bum?

Go check with the neighbors...

- Here you go detective, just for you.

- Hey now that's an ice cream cone!

Hmm, what's in it?

- It's classified

officer, classified.

- Oh you're a quick one, ice

cream man, you're a quick one.

- What do you think officer?

- Don't worry about

it lady we'll find your boy.

- Can we buy you an ice cream?

- No thanks.

- Can we buy you an ice cream?

- What I was trying to cheer her up.

- Ladies first.

My, I'd like to buy a

gallon of your hard pack?

Do you deliver?

- No.

- 149, that cute little

house right over there.

Come anytime.

Charming, 149.

- Man she stinks.

- Oh you should talk.

- I wonder how many whales they killed

to make all that perfume.

- They don't kill whales

for perfume anymore.

- Next.

- What, whales and perfume?

- Next!

- Um, three hard packs and a bomb pop.

- Make mine a fudgcicle.

- Yeah and make mine a hard pack.

- Risky of you.

- Uhm, all right, three

hard packs and a fudgcicle.

- Plain, sugar, or a new waffle cone?

- Uhm, sugar.

- Sugar.

- I'll have plain.

- Actually, make mine plain too.

- Any other alterations?

Three hard packs, and your fudgcicle.

- Last one on the

hill is a smelly fart.

- Oh man...

- 149...

- There are no bad days,

Gregory, only happy,

happy, happy days.

Now, what kind of day

are you having Gregory?

- Uh guys I'm gonna go in alone okay?

- Can we play tomorrow?

- Yeah, yeah.

- All right.

- I'll see you guys later okay?

- All right, later.

- Heather, Heather, come quickly!

The archangel Gabriel's speaking

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