The Brave Little Toaster Page #2

Get this through

your chrome.

We've been dumped,

abandoned.

- But he loved us.

- That's right.

So what?

He has a family.

They move, he moves.

It's a package deal.

But...

He's not coming back,

pure and simple.

Did you talk to him?

They could drive up

any second.

You really think so?

I'm not talking to you.

You have a combined wattage

of five, maybe less.

It's been years.

It's scrap metal time.

Do what you like.

We're not gonna give up hope.

That's real touching.

You're gonna get me bawling

like a baby any time now.

I think

you're jealous.

Sure, I'm jealous of

a bunch of dimwits.

- Dim?

- Yeah!

The Master never

played with you.

Because you're

stuck in the wall!

So, it's back to that

stupid static again.

You think I don't know

what's going on in here?

I know what goes on

in this cottage.

It's a conspiracy...

and every one of you

low-watts is in on it.

Just because

you move around...

you think you're

better than I am.

I was designed

to stick in a wall!

I like being stuck

in this stupid wall!

I can't help it...

if the kid was too short

to reach my dials!

We didn't mean it,

really.

It's my function!

Don't.

Wait, wait!

- He's gonna blow!

- Yank the cord!

The fuse!

Poor Air Conditioner.

I didn't know

he'd take it so hard.

He was a jerk anyway.

Hey, what's that?

What is it?

A car.

Not another word

about cars.

You said it.

Sounds close.

Just don't even start.

Sounds real close.

Wah, hah, hah!

Stop it!

We're going out

to find him.

- What?

- What do you mean?

Exactly

what I said.

We're gonna go out

and find the Master.

To the city?

No matter what!

How would you propose we're

gonna do that, exactly?

I don't know.

Come off it.

Be serious.

I am serious.

You're insane.

If only we were wiener dogs,

our problems would be solved.

What?

Maybe it was

a basset hound.

You're all insane!

It was a news flash

I picked up about a dog.

In an amazing show

of loyalty and courage...

a terrier named Grover

traveled hundreds of miles...

to be reunited

with his owner.

The poor critter was

accidentally left behind...

on a fishing trip

three weeks ago.

He had to find his way

across rugged mountains...

and scorching deserts

in order to get home.

Little Grover turned out

to be one spunky pup.

If a dog can do it,

we can do it!

But a dog has legs.

Ah, don't be

a wet blanket.

- Legs would help.

- Brains wouldn't hurt either.

- Lay off.

- Pipe down, carpet breath.

I'm going,

with or without you.

I say we stay.

We'll have a new master

when someone buys the cottage.

But I don't want

a new master.

I want

our master.

Well...

what about the

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