Tom and Jerry's Giant Adventure Page #2

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Well, she might be for sale

if we had the right offer.

I think she'd like my place just fine.

Are you a magician?

I know a trick or two,

but I ain't no wizard.

If I was, I could offer you more than these

for your cow.

- Beans?

- Magic beans.

Magic beans?

Okay. I think we're done here.

Just keep walking.

Don't make eye contact

with the crazy man.

Don't look like much,

but they'll do miracles...

...if you believe.

You traded our cow for beans.

Uh, magic beans.

It sounded better

when the farmer said it.

Jack, this isn't one

of our little bedtime fairy tales.

Storybook Town needed that money

to stay in business.

We needed it to save our home...

...your father's dream.

- I know, Mom, but--

- Tom.

Why didn't you talk him out of it?

I'm sorry, sweetie.

It's my fault.

I should have never sent a boy

to do a man's job.

I didn't think I could feel worse.

Surprise.

Even if the circus

had bought Hermione...

...it would take more than one

mortgage payment to save our home.

It would take a miracle.

Hmm.

I'm not exactly sure

how this is supposed to work.

Maybe we'll just get a big crop of beans.

Well, at least we'll have something

to eat...

...after Mr. Bigley throws us out.

The important thing is,

we all still believe, right?

Sweet dreams, my little dreamer.

Tom! Jerry!

Up here!

It's Storybook Town...

...except it's for real.

Help!

- Whoa!

- Whoa.

Whoa!

Gotcha, suckers.

Jerk. Must be a bad egg.

Welcome, welcome, welcome.

Welcome to Fairyland,

where dreams come true.

Ahoy, mateys.

Welcome to Fairyland.

Wow, he's much bigger in person.

Hey, that's the old lady

that lived in a shoe.

Hey, Peter.

Howdy, stranger.

Give my regards to the missus.

Whoa.

Excuse me, Miss Peep.

I mean, Miss Bo.

I mean, Miss Bo Peep.

Whoa!

Whoa!

- Somebody help!

- Hey, come back here!

Hey!

Oh!

Huh?

- Presenting the ruler of Fairyland...

- Presenting the ruler of Fairyland...

-...Old King Cole.

-...Old King Cole.

I'm a merry old soul.

And a merry old soul is me.

Greetings, Mother Hubbard.

Mwah.

And hello, Miss Peep.

You are looking lovely today.

Pies! Fresh Pies! Get them piping hot!

Look, Simple Simon met a pie man...

...going to the fair.

Said Simple Simon to the pie man...

Let me taste your ware.

Ha, ha. And what kind of ware

would that be, chum?

Hardware?

Ow!

Werewolf? Grr.

Hey, I got it. Underwear.

Now, look,

I only wanted one little wedge of pie.

One Wedgie, coming up.

Whoa, whoa!

Another satisfied customer.

Ooh. Fresh victims.

Uh, I mean, hungry strangers.

Hot apple pie?

A steal at only 900 gold pieces.

Huh?

Now, now, that's not very neighborly.

Feed our guests.

But, sire, the moola ain't for me.

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