Little Fugitive Page #2

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Aw Jeez.

My mother went away.

I got to mind Joey

Aw Jeez.

Hey Lennie,

Look at this.

I bet you if this here

was Joey this was you.

Joey ain't got that much blood.

I know how you can get rid of Joey.

How?

You bury him under the sidewalk

and cement it up again.

They'd never find the body.

Ah, you'd have to kill him first.

Why?

It was only an idea.

Wait a minute, I got it.

We stab him with an icicle.

So what?

They never find the

murder weapon. It melts.

Where'd we get an icicle

in the summertime?

I read a good one.

The Indians used to do it.

We take Joey on a desert

Then we take a keg of ice with a rattle

snake in it and put it on his chest.

Then the sun melts the ice.

I'm worried.

Last night on the television they

blood come out of a guy's ear.

Blood, you dope. That's ketchup!

Ketchup?

So that's how they do it ...

You'd better change your shirt Lennie,

It's going to get full of ketchup.

Where was you?

Why didn't you find me?

I looked everywhere,

but you wasn't there.

I got tired tired of hiding.

Hey Joey, Harry has a real gun.

A real one?

Yeah, he's over on the big rock. Come on.

Hi Lennie.

Watch this.

Boing! Bull's-eye

There comes a lion.

Bam! Right between the eyes.

Let me have it.

Ain't she a beauty?

She's a beauty alright Harry.

Where'd you get it?

What do you think?

Where my old man hides it.

Hey...

Don't let Joey touch it.

He's too young to handle Guns.

I am not.

Aw, Let him have a turn.

Well.. Okay.

But I'll have to keep my hands on it.

Let's see it.

Now here is how

you hold a real gun.

Where do you put the bullets?

Right here.

Say Joey, would you like

to shoot a real bullet?

But I don't got a real bullet.

Look.

First you put it in here.

Now you cock it.

There.

That's good, Joey.

Now remember Joey,

This is a real gun

with a real bullet.

You could hurt someone,

even kill someone!

Now take Aim.

Perfect, now you pull the trigger.

Go ahead, Softy, Squeeze it!

Lennie! Lennie!

Lennie's shot, Lennie's shot!

Lennie? Lennie? Do you think

he's dead? Do you think he's dead?

Yeah, I think he's dead.

Dead, yeah.

You've shot him Joey

you shot your brother.

Yeah, you shot him Joey.

I didn't, I didn't!

Think we should we call the cops, Harry?

I guess so. They'll sure give Joey

the electric chair.

You'll fry Joey, you'll burn!

Won't he Charlie?

Poor Joey, What do ya say Harry?

Let's give the kid a break.

Well I guess so.

If you tell his mother

she has two kids dead.

Boy, what if she finds out

what happened to Lennie.

You got to beat it Joey!

We'll give you an hours

head start on the cops.

Better hide, Joey.

Take on the lam kid.

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