The Wild Page #2

You're our biggest fan.

Yo, Samson!

I'm your number one fan, man!

Thanks, man. Right back at ya!

You were saying, Dad?

Listen. About this afternoon,

I was just trying...

Dad, fine.

I'll go to your game, all right?

OK. I'll... see you there, then.

Come on, dude.

- Dude.

- Guess who's here?

Eze. Duke.

Man, he always guesses.

We're gonna stalk the gazelles

while everybody's at the game.

- You in?

- Let's go, bro!

The Ryanator.

I'm comin' down.

Fish heads!

Get your ice-cold fish heads!

Now eyeball-free!

We're into the final period

of the curling championships

and the penguins are up.

Here comes Victor.

What a beauty!

Yeah, sweep!

Heading straight for the bull's-eye!

This could be it, folks!

- Bo-wango!

- Yes!

- Oh, yeah!

- That's gonna be tough to beat.

What? "Tough to beat"?

That's just the way we like it,

right, guys?

I can't believe this!

If we lose, I'm gonna rip my head off!

And yours!

We cannot lose to flightless birds!

Whoa, whoa.

No one is losing anything around here.

As long as we stay focused.

- By the way, has anyone seen Ryan?

- Oh! I know!

Maybe he's sulking 'cause

he lives in his father's shadow

and he roars like a schoolgirl.

- Thanks, Lar.

- You betcha!

Nigel! Nigel! Will you sign my dolly?

- Not again.

- Nigel, ignore them.

I'm so cuddly! I like you!

- You're so cuddly! We love you!

- That's it! I am not cuddly!

I'm a vicious jungle animal

from the streets of London!

- Fear me!

- Get him! Get him! Get him!

- Help me!

- Girls! Put him down.

I am not a doll!

- Cushy tushy!

- Leave my bum alone!

Nigel! Get your paws off my girlfriend!

Benny, I am not your girlfriend!

Really nice day!

What is up with

Samson's team tonight? Brutal!

Benny?

Oh, my gosh!

Who knows mouth-to-mouth?

I do!

What was that?

Just your daily dose

of vitamin Benny, baby.

- Get off my nose.

- I'm so cuddly, I like you!

- Stop saying that!

- G'day, mate!

Cannonball!

Next year, I should just coach.

Check it. The Thomson gazelle.

Zero to 50 in four-point-five seconds.

- The ultimate fleeing machine.

- There is no substitute.

Let's get a closer look

at these slim jims.

- Shall we?

- I think we shall.

Maybe we should just

go to the game.

- I thought you wanted to be wild.

- Your dad chased gazelles.

Yeah, if he were our age,

he would so be rockin' out with us.

He'd be in there,

runnin' 'em down like they were...

- Gazelles.

- Yeah, gazelles or somethin'.

Ready, man?

We'd better not.

Oh, yeah? Are you gonna stop us?

- Guys, guys.

- Here we go!

The whole series

comes down to this throw!

There's no tomorrow! It's do or die!

Ya know what I mean.

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