Woody Woodpecker Page #2

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opens up to a state-of-the-art kitchen.

-TOMMY:
Awesome!

-I know, right?

I'm getting five bars!

Five bars! Yeah, that is awesome.

Ah!

LANCE:
Let's go.

This place really needs to be fumigated.

Oh, campers!

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

Mmm, there's granola bars, corn chips,

ice cream, snack cakes, corn nuts,

et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.

Grill's ready!

-Don't you dare post that.

-Too late.

#epicdadgrillfail

Mmm, it is so coffee o'clock.

Will you make me

a double macchiato, please?

Sure, dear.

-Hi, there.

-Hi.

Hey, welcome.

You must be Ben Walters' grandson.

How'd you know that?

Because you look exactly like him.

Spitting image.

-You knew my grandfather?

-He came up every summer.

Taught me how to fish on this river.

No kidding.

Shoot. Where are my manners?

I'm Sam Barlett,

Park Ranger in charge of the state land

that surrounds your property.

Lance Walters.

This is my fiance, Vanessa.

Hi.

That's my son, Tommy,

the mythical half boy, half smartphone.

Just swung by on my rounds.

We've had a problem

with bird poachers in the area.

So if you see anyone suspicious,

please let me know.

Will do.

I hear you're building a house up here.

Breaking ground tomorrow.

You wanna see it?

It's very blue.

5,000 square feet, every amenity.

And I'm decorating it.

Yeah, you are.

-5,000 square feet for three people?

Hope you won't be cramped.

Oh! No. Well, we're not

building it to live in.

I mean, live here?

Uh, get real.

It's an investment property.

We're gonna flip it.

SAM:
I see.

Don't you think it'll, kind of,

overwhelm the landscape?

LANCE:
I've got government

land on all sides.

Yeah. Not like there are

any neighbors to complain.

All I'm saying is if you were to build

something a bit more modest,

you'd preserve these old growth trees

and be a lot more green-minded.

Well, it's my land, so I'm pretty sure

I can build however I want.

But don't worry,

I'll leave plenty of trees for you to hug.

Well. Let me know if you see any poachers.

And good luck with this

Death Star you're building.

Nice meeting you.

Who does she think she is?

I like her. She's cool.

-Ugh.

-Don't worry about it, baby.

Hey, Tommy, come help me

with this stupid grill.

Um, sounds like fun, Lance,

but I think I'm gonna go explore a little.

Like you say,

can't play video games all the time!

Chip off the old block.

Part boy, part lawyer.

How the heck does this thing work?

Whoa!

Ha-ha!

What the heck are you?

Now, it's your turn.

Come on, kid. Show me what you got.

O-ho! O-ho! Yeah!

Uh-huh.

Ta-da!

Wow. You are really cool for a woodpecker.

Are those Peanut Butter Bonkers?

I'm a sucker for peanut butter!

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