Tideland Page #2

and everyone else.

Yeah, you're right.

Let's go.

Don't stare, it's bad luck.

Come on.

Not it. No, no, come on.

Let's do this damn thing.

Gotta monitor the information

as it develops.

The bog men... they'll be looking for me

when they find mum.

Probably already found her.

I'm not gonna be safe until we get to

Grandma's house.

Think mum will keep falling

until she falls right through the earth?

Got to get rid of the squirrels in the attic

because they're chewing the wiring.

They make a terrible racket

in the morning.

One bit me once.

Me and my cousin,

we beat it dead with a bat.

But not before that sucker tried

climbing my pant leg...

all crazy mad, getting itself

tangled in my hair.

Sinking it's big yellow teeth

into my scalp...

tearing at everything.

Nothing. Nothing.

Well, Noah isn't even worth

a headline any more.

Yeah, I'm a nobody.

Shall I read some more?

Yeah, sweetie,

that would be nice. Read.

"Well!" Thought Alice to herself.

Your grandma, she liked the squirrels.

She said the place didn't feel

so lonesome that way.

Jeez.

Oh, mama,

where are you when I need you?

Wish I'd met grandma.

She was a wonderful woman,

your grandma, but...

Queen Gunhilda said

"F*** that. F*** that." she said.

Really!

I wanted to take you, all right.

- We're going there now, right?

- Sure we are.

- I told you. Hey...

- We are, aren't we?

Sweetie, this is just the first stage.

You and me...

we're on our travels, honey.

We're going across the ocean to Jutland.

You and me, okay?

Jeliza-Rose. Was that you making

those air biscuits? Cutting air muffins?

Oh man, that's nasty.

It isn't me!

You should move to China. Over there,

the louder the burp, the better the meal.

A powerful air biscuits delivered with

grace would get you free dessert.

That's gross!

There you go again. It's a regular

art form with you. Put a plug in it, please.

Don't. It's you!

You're doing it. Stop it!

Stop.

Serve you right.

For the love of Mike.

- Awfully kind of you.

- No problem.

Come on, sweetie. Watch it now.

Watch your step.

Wow. Is that it?

Yeah.

Go on. Go on through.

Place needs a little work.

Wants a new well.

No problem.

Look.

Yard needs some tending.

Damn weeds...

they get the better of everything.

Nails coming up on the porch.

We can hammer them back down.

Yeah, your grandma,

had this boy mow and weed.

I suppose that fella's all grown-up by now.

Hey, ma! I'm home!

Home at last! Go on in.

Go on. Go on.

Vandals.

Where's my room?

Up with the Gods.

Mustique...

Sateen Lips...

Baby Blonde...

and Glitter Gal.

Hi, guys.

I'm dying. I can't go on.

I must go on.

You will survive.

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