Ping Pong Summer Page #2

just like this back home.

I mean, just like this!

You must've been to Fun Hub.

What's Fun Hub?

It's only the coolest place

in the whole wide world!

We got to go right now!

I can't.

I have to go to dinner

with my family.

Well, then let's go tomorrow!

Maybe.

So, you come here every summer?

Usually.

My dad's been bringing me

here since before I was one.

Oh, dag, you live here?

Man, don't go near that

place if you can help it.

What's wrong with it?

The lady that lives there

is a crazy menace.

She ruined five

marriages last summer.

And she eats bushels of crabs

with the shells still on them!

And she taxidermies

surfers in the barn!

Her name's Randi Jammer.

I gotta go.

Meet me at Fun Hub

tomorrow at noon.

It's in the alley behind Anthony's!

Are you sure you don't need this?

Okay, bye Rad!

Are we out here too early?

You think?

Does the sun even work

at this hour?

The sun always works, bud.

That's what's so great about it!

This way we beat the crowds

and get a headstart on the day.

Right, that's it, I'm going in!

Who's with me?

I'm not hot enough yet.

Ahhh!

Fine!

This is how it's done.

Your father is such a stud.

That looks cold.

Hey, Rad.

No way, you listen to rap?

Way.

Do you?

Do I like rap?

Did you just ask me that?

Of course I do

I catch the groove

I'm Teddy Fryy

Spelled with two Y's

I'll rap and spray

All over your face!

Fresh.

My dad's a real b-boy.

His boombox is four times the size

of that, I'm not fronting around!

Want to go see it later?

Maybe.

Yeah, my dad breakdances

and everything.

We even got into a break-off

at the bus stop this morning.

It was serious business!

The other guy was pretty good,

but my dad smoked a cigar

while busting a windmill

and that sealed the deal.

Even the bus driver said he won!

It looks like a slaughterhouse.

Are you sure it's safe in there?

Fun Hub's not a

slaughterhouse, Rad.

It's a heaven.

Come on, let's play!

Hey, newbie. What's your name?

Rad. Miracle.

Stacy. Summers.

Sheela. Trix.

Sheela and I were born here,

and we've been friends ever since.

And I don't know where Trix is from.

Somewhere landlocked.

Cool.

All the guys in Maryland

want to hang out with me.

That's pretty cool.

Sometimes.

Um, are you okay?

Totally.

Come on, Rad!

Let's play some ping pong!

I haven't played in a while

so take it easy on me, okay?

Okay.

Whoops.

Well, what do we have over there?

Shht. "Houston, two d*ldos

have snuck into the cabin

and now we're headed

straight for Uranus!"

Come on, let's just keep playing.

Where've you been?

Where you're not.

What's your problem?

Get off me, perv.

Not until you tell me

what your problem is.

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