Snow Day Page #3

Anything can happen, Hal.

Oh, no...

No matter how brave

you thought you were,

just hearing his name could make

you wish you lived in Florida.

Snowploughman!

To adults, he's just a creepy guy with

a plough named ''Darling Clementine'',

but to us he's a snow day assassin.

A man in serious need

of a good flossing.

Legend has it his tyre chains

are made from the braces of kids

who didn't get out of his way.

They say the only thing he loves

is his bird, Trudy.

Run for your lives!

- l really don't like him.

- He's not a fun guy.

He's gotta be stopped.

What do you say, Hal?

This was gonna be the year. The prize,

the legendary "Second Snow Day".

Think of it, Hal. Two in a row.

We've never had two in a row before.

Sorry, but there's something l gotta do.

- Claire Bonner. Who's she?

- Just this girl. You don't know her.

Wait a second. You're gonna waste

a snow day on some girl?

Look. Tomorrow everything

goes back to normal,

and l'll be one of a million guys wishing

Claire Bonner was their girlfriend.

But today, maybe l can change that.

- But we're a team.

- And we always will be.

- But l gotta go solo today, all right?

- That's okay. l don't need you anyway.

- There's no way l can stay home.

- lt's not about giving you a break.

Okay, that's a good idea.

We'll leave Randy here by himself.

Briefcase, check.

Commuter mug, check.

Lucky Troll doll, check.

Look out, Asian carbonated beverage

market. Here comes trouble.

Don't worry, Mum.

There'll be other work days.

Mum may have lost a chance

to swim with the sharks,

but at least

she gained a little quality time.

Okay, clean Mummy's clothes. Okay.

As for me...l stood on the threshold

of a brave new world.

Winter Wonderland, my butt...

- Hey, beautiful day, isn't it?

- Give me a break!

"Neither rain nor sleet nor..."

What's the last one, Mr Hebert?

Everybody makes fun of the mailman.

Oh, great. That's just great.

Well, at least

l can see the outline of my car.

My own little blue car.

Today is really, really...shaping up.

(SlNGLE WHlSTLE)

(WHlSTLE)

lf you kids think...

..because l'm not...

You kids wanna play rough?

l invented rough!

Must muster the courage of

1 0 principals. Must get home.

Now!

No, no, no!

- You've got the reflexes of a dead cow.

- Oh, yeah?

lt would seem that it is l who has

the oxygen depriving sleeper hold.

l wonder if in Hawaii instead of

snow days they have lava days.

- ln LA they get off on bad hair days.

- l heard that, too.

Hey, you know...

The problem is, you can never

make a perfect snow angel.

There's always gonna be

that handprint when you climb out.

Come here.

- Not always.

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