Songs That Won the War Page #2

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To get where I'm going

To the sunshine of your love

And then what happened?

What happened to Dodge?

Come on, Stu!

What say I tell you about

it all at some other time?

Right now you gotta go build

that tree house of yours

and I gotta find me a job.

All right, Dad. Good luck.

Lidia Simmons,

get your skinny ass off

of Lipnicki's property now,

before they tell your dad!

That's an order!

I don't see nobody, Elvadine.

I heard something.

Let's get out of here.

I don't get what you're so

worried about. There's no one home.

What if

that old man Lipnicki

crawls out from under

that junk pile and eats us?

You worry too much.

Let's get out of here!

Look at all that

awesome garbage!

We'll be able to build

a humongous tree fort!

Merry Christmas, ladies!

I don't think

you get it, Simmons.

We don't give a dead rat

about building your dorky fort.

What the hell?

Yahoo!

Let's get out of here.

Hold up. I wanna see this.

That's Leo Lipnicki!

All right! Yes!

They're playing suicide!

Damn!

And there's Arliss.

Good job, Arliss!

Are they nuts,

or are they nuts?

Are you trying to

talk about my family?

Hey there, Ula. How's

life treating you today?

Don't talk to me.

Don't look at me neither.

Hey, Arliss! Leo! Caught me

some trespassers over here!

Hold them!

Well, nice speaking with you.

Yeah! We wanna have a little

conversation with them!

Don't let them

go nowhere, now!

Let's get out of here!

Cut them off, Ula!

Grab them, Willard!

Hey, come on!

Stop!

Uncle! Uncle, man!

Maybe we ought to help him

learn his friends some manners.

How about we says a rhyme and they

gotta finish it, slurring his friends?

Only if it don't rhyme,

he has to eat a dirt clod.

You think that up just now? That's a

classic. Did you hear that, trespasser?

All right, who gots a rhyme?

I got one.

Here I sit,

eating a pastry strudel...

Bingo, Ula.

Go on, trespasser.

Think up a rhyme

to "pastry strudel. "

Here I sit,

eating a strudel...

Go on.

Chet plays with Barbies

and Stu eats doggie doodle.

Hey! Why don't

you just let him go,

pick on somebody

your own size.

What's the matter? You guys

afraid of a fair fight, one on one?

Maybe you got a point. Ebb.

Good boy.

Stu!

Stu, don't get

yourself killed!

Get him good!

Say "Uncle," man!

Say "Uncle"!

He'll kill you! Stay put!

Kick him again!

Hey, you kids!

What's going on?

Nothing. He just fell.

Better get your butts

out of here

before the cops

get wind of y'all.

Quarry's ours, and you'd

better don't come back,

unless you wanna leave here

in an ambulance.

Pick a finger.

Come on,

let's get out of here.

You know, one of us ought to

go back there and kick some ass.

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