Wyvern Page #3
- TV-14
- Year:
- 2009
- 89 min
- 130 Views
And in a few weeks or months
or whatever,
when you get
your insurance claim
and you take off
in your shiny new rig,
I'm still here.
So is she.
- Okay. Um, say,
thanks for coming by.
What do I owe you?
- It's on the house.
- No, really, you don't have to.
I--
- It's okay. And, uh...
Sorry about the
misunderstanding, all right?
- No problem.
(groaning softly)
(country music playing)
(GPS):
23 milesuntil destination.
- No way.
Oh, bingo.
(alarm beeping)
Ooh.
Ah...
(flapping)
(zipping)
Come on.
(flapping)
(roaring)
(dramatic music)
(snarling)
(growling)
(suspenseful music)
(alarm beeping)
(snarling)
(screaming)
(slurping)
No!!
- Yee-haw.
The Solstice Festival
is less than 24 hours away.
Bring your appetite.
The roasted pork butt
is to die for.
(distant screaming)
- Terry!
Terry!!
- Jake, it's crashing!
- Terry!!!
(screaming)
(soft music)
claming to have spotted
circling high
above Beaver Mills.
The biggest bird you'll ever see
in Alaskan skies
is a bald eagle.
And, believe me,
unless it has the same skin rash
as Thomas's or Hass's minks,
all eagles have feathers.
But Vinyl Hampton really wants
some of whatever you're on.
- Nice, huh?
Gotta love our summer weather.
Early bird catching the worm?
- Yeah, I couldn't sleep.
- Ah, most cheechakos can't.
Not in the all-day sun.
Takes some gettin' used to.
Like not having
cellphone signals,
or not being able to grab
a non-fat, no-whip,
soy mochaccino
frappa-thingy latte
Ah, truth is, most people
can't get used to it.
Most of 'em move down
to Mexico this time of year.
Yeah,
gets kind of desolate out there,
with most of the town gone.
- You're up early.
Or is it late? I.. don't know.
- Uh, 5:
00 a.m.Festival day is always busy.
Thought Claire'd be here early
and have some coffee brewin'.
(Jake chuckling)
- I hear you.
Knock yourself out.
- Argh,
that smells like it might.
(laughing)
I think I'd, uh...
take one of those mochaccino
frappa-thingies about now.
(sniffing)
- Whew.
(flies buzzing)
That ain't moose nuggets.
(whooshing)
(flapping)
(snarling)
Ah-ah-ah-ah!
(gunshot)
(distant barking)
- Ah, it's started.
- What's started?
- Festival of crazies.
People get a little...
rambunctious.
- So I heard.
- Susie, shots fired
in the south woods.
- Copy, Chief.
- Go for a ride?
- Sure.
- Wouldn't get too excited.
Probably just Farley or Hass
shootin' at moose pies.
Shoulder your weapon out there!
It's Chief Dawson!
(gunshot)
All right, whoever's firin'
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