Killer Klowns from Outer Space Page #2

littering, disturbing the peace,

resisting arrest--

These kids are history.

Unless you want to rewrite the laws,

Mr. Police Academy.

Look. You got this

problem with my training,

I don't care,

but when you bring someone

into the station,

I don't want to see you

beating them up.

Now, if you're going to book them,

do it according to procedure,

or I swear, Curt,

you and that badge of yours

will be history.

I'll tell you what's going

to be history, Dave--

these kids.

Now, get in there.

Get in there!

Sh*t.

Yeah, it looks like we're

going to have to walk from here.

Let's see.

If instinct serve chief correct...

- Uh-huh.

- Path lie...

that way.

We must travel many moons--

many...

many moons.

Many...

many...

Enough already

with the moons.

Lead the way,

Chief Running-at-the-mouth.

Holy sh*t.

That was no shooting star.

Looks like a...

Circus tent.

What's a circus tent

doing all the way out here?

It's a pretty lousy

location for a show.

Something's wrong.

This-- this doesn't feel right.

Weren't we looking

for the shooting star?

Come on, this looks neat.

Let's check this out.

No.

Let's go. I've seen enough.

Oh, come on, Deb.

I want to take a closer look.

You can stay here.

Alone?

Well, would you be more scared

if you came with me

or if I left you here?

If you left me here.

Let's go.

Come on.

Come on.

OK, OK. I'm coming.

Come on, let's check this out.

No. Mike.

Mike, we-- we better not.

Deb, you are going

to love this.

Don't be a baby.

This is bizarre.

What kind of circus is this?

This is that new wave

European circus fantastique.

Hurry, hurry.

Step rig ht UP

See the circus bizarro.

Come one, come all.

Step right up, little lady.

Don't be shy. Don't be stupid.

Come see the incredible

Miss 50-50--

half man, half woman--

the perfect double date.

Oh, yeah.

That's right, little lady.

Step right up here

and see Gumbo,

the toothless elephant.

Or right over here,

we've got Belinda,

the bulimic wonder.

Watch her binge and purge

before your very eyes. Ha!

Mike, keep it down.

Somebody will catch us.

God, is this place great or what?

I mean, it looks like

it was decorated

by Clowns "R" Us.

I don't know.

So, how much further

you want to go?

Well...

Well, let's just go down

to the end of this hall

where those doors are.

Come on.

This is no funhouse.

No circus, either.

What?

I can't believe it.

What is it,

a nuclear power plant?

No.

A missile silo?

No.

A military base?

No! No!

The shooting star.

What are you talking about?

The shooting star

we went to go look for--

we are in it.

What was that?

I don't know...

...but it's coming this way.

Here. Come on.

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