The Book of Life Page #2

they are with us.

The moment we forget them,

they are truly gone.

I can feel them.

Kind people, may I please have a

bit of your bread? I am so hungry.

I'm sure mama would want

you to have it. Right, Pap?

Thank you, my dear.

In return, you have my blessing.

May your heart be always

pure and courageous.

- What do we say, Manolo?

- Thank you, seora. Thank you.

Manolo. Always giving away

stuff for free. Right, Dad?

Joaquin's father, Captain Mondragon,

had passed away fighting the

fearsome bandit known as Chakal.

Who's in there?

Young sir, may I please

have some of your bread?

I'm so hungry.

This bread is for my father.

And it's delicious.

Well, perhaps you would

consider a trade?

An old medal? Please.

This is no ordinary medal, my boy.

As long as you wear it,

you cannot be hurt.

And it will give you

immeasurable courage.

Really? Deal.

But keep it hidden.

There is a bandit king who would

stop at nothing to get it back.

Bandit king? You mean Chakal?

Where did he go?

So, then, if my boy marries the girl...

I will finally rule the

Land of the Remembered.

And if my boy marries

the girl, you will...

You will stop interfering

with the affairs of man!

What?

I can't do that! Come on.

It's the only fun I ever get!

Then the bet is off.

Very well, my dear.

By the ancient rules...

The wager is set.

And, so, the greatest

wager in history began.

Manolo versus Joaquin

for the hand of Maria.

Wait. So these ancient gods

picked three little kids to...

Represent the whole world?

- Yeah. Pretty crazy, right?

- Yeah! Keep going, lady.

You're so cute.

Oh, no. Not on my watch.

We have to free the animals!

Come on, you guys! Let's do this!

- Yeah!

- Hold on, Maria. Don't!

People of San Angel, please! I beg you.

After the revolution...

we need more volunteers

to join this mighty brigade!

A heroic brigade to

protect us from Chakal.

Chakal is here!

Freedom!

Maria, what have you done now?

Freedom is coming through!

Stop!

Oh, no!

Oh, dear.

- No retreat.

- No surrender.

Toro. Toro.

He has the gift.

Great form, mijo.

That's my son!

- Thank you, Manolo.

- Gracias

Oh, my. What did I miss?

You okay, sir?

- You have saved my life.

- And I...

Quiet, boy. I'm talking.

- But I...

- Quiet.

That girl is in so much trouble!

Maria!

I'm sorry, Pap. It's just that I...

Manolo's guitar.

Maria! This rebellious

nonsense ends now!

- You are going to become a proper lady.

- Why?

Because I said so!

I'm sending you to Spain.

The sisters at the Convent of the Perpetual

Flame of Purity will straighten you out.

- What?

- But, Pap!

No. It is decided. Now go home!

Joaquin, you are so

much like your father.

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