The House of Magic Page #3

Presto. Poof!

Ta-da!

It's a carrot!

Oops! I must be slipping.

My rabbit should have been in there.

A simple explanation.

The other hat.

Ta-da!

That's not a rabbit!

Oh, dear! So it is.

I'm afraid I'm losing my touch.

The rabbit! The rabbit!

He's taking the carrot!

What did you say?

Where did my carrot go?

It's a white mouse!

A mouse? Oh! Where?

There! On your head!

Oh! It's Maggie.

Come down here.

- No!

- The cat's going to eat her!

Oh, no! That's not good.

I can't believe it!

Oh, no. You didn't!

Oh, no.

Did he?

Children, allow me to introduce

the newest member of our troupe!

Thunder!

Yay!

He's cuter than the old rabbit.

You're dead.

I say we kick him off the trunk now.

He won't find his way back.

But Jack.

Maybe you should give the

kitty a little break?

Stay out of it.

I've got a better idea.

- Here, poke him, Jack.

- With pleasure.

What is going on back there?

Thunder, no!

Oh, no!

What happened to my brakes?

I can't stop!

Help!

Hey, hey! Look who it is! Mi bro!

You look like you just used up

eight of them nine lives you got.

What is up with that?

Why'd you go gato crazy and

attack that old man for?

What? No.

Oh, you need to control yourself.

Those claws could shred a dude to pieces!

Now I know why them people

booted you out like they did.

You be one nasty gato!

What happened? Where is everyone?

You sent that old man

to the hospital.

Or maybe the cemetery, chico.

- He looked like day-old refries.

- Oh, no.

What have I done?

Hey, stop it! We're in public.

- You got to keep your stuff together, man.

- I didn't mean to hurt him.

Okay, okay, maybe you didn't.

What do I know?

I'm a dog, not a doctor.

Maybe they just took him back home.

S, s, that's probably

what they did.

You really think so?

Come on, I'll walk a piece with you.

Well, that would be great.

I'm feeling a little out of it.

- What happened to your leash?

- I got rid of it.

I put my paw down.

Got all freaky in the house.

Did my stinky business.

Now I'm in charge. No more leash.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hold your enchiladas.

This is where you live?

- Yeah.

- Oh, no.

This is one spooky old casa, mi bro.

I heard this story about

this big-toothed were-rabbit

and this evil white mouse.

Man, they got some black magic

goin' on and ghosts, too!

It's mucho peligroso.

You know, haunted.

- No, it's not.

- That's what the word on the street is.

Hey, man, I gotta go.

Seriously. I really gotta go.

Good luck to ya!

Jack, what's wrong?

I don't know. It appears as

if I may have broken my leg.

No. Let me see.

It doesn't look good.

You gotta get that fixed.

Oh, that miserable cat!

Look on the bright side.

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