Kooky Page #2

way home. You friends of his?

- Sure, we've come for him.

- Mr. Kooky, your friends are here!

- He can't escape out the back, right?

- So, you're not his friends?

He broke the law and must come

with us. - What did he do?

He left the dump and that's

against the law.

Here he is. - But I don't belong

in the dump! I just got lost.

- That's what they all say.

- Let me call Ondra. He'll tell you.

I'll use the machine

inside and prove it!

Damn it, let him!

And sound the all clear.

This better not be a trick.

- Look, hands!

- They shook hands! - How nice.

- Two...

- Hey, that looks like me.

When that phone dies

we'll take it away too.

We'll take away anything

that doesn't belong in the forest.

We get a reward for every capture,

and you get order in your forest.

If you want to clean up,

take away the dead branches.

- But they belong here.

- A bit picky, aren't we!

Obviously, these tops

shouldn't be in the woods.

- They belong in the dump.

- Don't touch them! They're mine.

But they don't belong here, do they?

- Hey, it wasn't easy to find them.

- What else would we drlnk from?

All right, but you don't

need that fellow here.

- Yes...

- Sure...

- So we can take him away?

- Why not?

What's in it for us? Could you

move some rocks for me?

- They're too heavy for me.

- That's the spirit!

We can strike a deal

like intelligent creatures.

Listen!

What is it? What's happening?

- Helllloooo...

- Hello?

It's Kooky. They want to take me

to the dump.

Tell them I have a home.

Please come and get me!

Helllloooo...

Hello?

- Who was it, mum?

- No one. Just a strange sound.

Show's over. Let's go.

Don't forget about my rocks.

Just a minute.

Somethings not right.

If he doesn't want to go

we shouldn't force him.

Maybe he does. Look, he's smiling.

I can't help it, I always smile.

But I don't want to go.

So, what's the decision?

No one's going to be taken away.

It would keep me up at night.

You want to kill this deal

over an old man's sleep?

This gentleman needed

some rocks shifted...

The Captain has spoken.

Hey, hey! Relax!

Why not leave that other

junk here too?

I'm sure you don't want it to... suffer.

Yes, as a matter of principle,

everything stays.

Principle? I think our Guardian has

fallen in love with that thing.

His very own cuddly toy.

Hey, Creeper,

you're such a good strangler.

I'll let you be official strangler

when I'm Guardian. - Really?

Sure. For starters, could you quietly

snare that toy for me?

- Why? You think he's cute?

- Very.

Thank you for saving me.

- The Guardian has a cuddly toy!

- Quit following me.

I've done all I can for you.

Now you're on your own.

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