Red Dog Page #4

playing at the open-air.

Would you like

to come and see it?

What's it about?

Uh, I can't remember.

Alright, then.

- Still 'rip'.

- 'Ripe'?

Yes, the rip is very ripe.

Oh, yeah?

Hi, John.

Uh, I need to borrow the wagon

so I can take the new girl

to the movies.

What makes you think

that she'd be interested

in a skinny

little Yank like you

when she's got us

proper blokes around?

I bathe.

Also, do you think

you could watch Red?

I think he's a touch...

J-E-A-L-O-U-S.

J-E-what?

- Jealous.

- Oh! Huh?

Pfft! No troubles.

We'll have

a right party, we will.

- Won't we, Red?

- Thanks, Peet. See ya, Red.

Get ready to get wild.

Jeepers, creepers

Where'd you get

those peepers?

Jeepers, creepers

Where'd you get those eyes?

This one's a beauty.

It's called

the fisherman's rib.

Lovely, don't you think?

You play your cards right

and I can make you

a sweater with four legs.

Love is me

Got to put my cheaters on

Jeepers, creepers...

Where do you think

you're going?

Ohh...

Yo!

We're going to the pub.

I can't...

I'm watching Red Dog

for Johnny boy.

What is in his mouth?

Hey! Give me that.

Bring back my bloody yarn!

Red! Red!

Hello, kitty.

Whoa.

Hey, hey. Go on, take off.

Red Cat was

an horrendous animal, no?

He was... how do you say?

A destroyer of many pooches.

Hey, what are you

doing to my cat?

Nothing. I...

What's going on?

Oh, this cat tried to attack me.

It must smell Red Dog on me.

Visitors have to park

on the road. It's a rule.

Sorry, Mr. Cribbage.

Rules are rules, Miss Grey.

With all the riffraff

the company's hiring

it's only rules that

separate us from the animals.

Goodnight, Mr. Cribbage.

He's the caretaker of the park.

I'm trying not to get

on his bad side.

Does he have a good side?

- There you are.

- Thank you.

Turn your bloody

lights off, ya nongs!

Shh!

Oh, geez!

Ohh!

Oi! I can't see!

What the hell is that?

Hide, it's my dog.

Ohh!

You, dog, be needing an ed-u-cation.

Hey, can I show you something?

Careful.

So a few years back,

this old dude, Jumbo Smelt,

was swimming right out there

and he got attacked

by a great white.

Bit him in the leg

and pulled him under.

- Did he die?

- No, no.

The shark spat him out,

didn't like the way he tasted.

Not a surprise

if you knew Jumbo.

It took 73 stitches to get

his leg sewed back together.

That's awful.

Hey, no-one swims

out there anymore.

Most days you can still see the

shark swimming back and forth.

He's been spotted so often

the boys have given him a name.

- Mmm?

- Lord Nelson.

I don't

see anything.

Maybe we should

go out a bit deeper.

- What's that?

- What?!

- Nothing.

- It's not funny!

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