Open Season Page #3

Need to hide. Need to hide.

Boog?

Oh, no, you don't.

You're leaving now.

- Out of the coat. Take it off.

- No. No!

- Take off the coat.

- No means no.

- He's eating the donkey.

- He's gonna eat us all.

You know he's still out there.

Eat you? He's not gonna--

Boog, what are you doing?

Put that animal down this instant.

- Hold still.

- No, I'm staying.

But my show!

Sit, Boog. You're getting a time-out.

Do you hear me?

I'm totally getting angry.

That guy wants to kill me.

No, wait.

- I chipped a hoof.

- Chipped a--?

You chipped a-- I'm gonna kill you.

He's harmless. Really.

Stay calm. Stay calm!

Out of my way. Move.

Show's over,

you four-legged freaks of nature.

Perfect.

Shaw. Drop that gun.

You're ruining my show.

Easy, now. Just line them up.

Two heads, one bullet.

Buttermilk biscuits.

Shaw, you're under arrest.

Shaw?

Gordy, I didn't know

what else to do. I--

It's time, Beth.

But what about hunting season?

Take him above the falls.

He'll be safe there.

Take him above the falls.

He'll be safe there.

You're gonna be...

You're gonna be fine.

I'm gonna miss you, big guy.

Pretty.

Where's home? It's gone.

Someone stole it.

Hey, could you keep it down?

I'm trying to sleep here.

You.

- No, I didn't do it.

- Take a good look, Elliot.

What do you see, Elliot?

Something's missing, Elliot.

What is it, Elliot? What is it?

Wait, don't tell me. I...

Timberline is missing!

- I was just gonna say that.

- My garage is missing.

Breakfast, lunch, and dinner

are missing.

My life is missing,

and it's all your fault.

What are you gonna do?

You're funny.

I thought, "Maybe," but then

I was like... and then--

This ain't happening.

It's some kind of mistake.

Think, Boog. She's mad,

but you can fix this.

All right, I'll go back

and I'll give her the face.

The face.

Gotta get back before

she forgets the face.

That'll clear it all up right there.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, the face.

Boog!

You can't just go wandering

around out here.

You don't know where you're going,

Boog!

I'm going home.

Wait. Boog.

I know where Timberline is.

- I can get you back.

- Thank you, but no thank you.

Quiet.

Timberline's gotta be

around here somewhere.

Well, that was quick.

Now, let's see.

Righty-tighty, lefty-loosey.

Boog, is that you?

Boog.

Okay, I gotta get the lay of the land.

Somehow...

...if I get up high enough, then...

All right.

I can do this.

No problem.

Lost your way to Sunday school, pal?

This is McSquizzy's turf.

Nobody messes with McSquizzy.

Because that's me.

- What?

- Touch a needle in this tree...

- ...and I'll give you such a doing!

- Yeah?

You and what army?

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