A Kid Called Mayonnaise Page #3

Do you know this guy?

Um, I'm the guy that

you waved at on the float this morning.

Near the Alamo Motel.

I'm really sorry.

I waved at a lot of people

this morning.

But y-you looked

right at me.

I looked back.

There was waving.

Maybe this will help.

Sorry.

This doesn't look good.

I could go over there

and help him out.

I have that option.

But part of growing up

is figuring things out on your own.

You'll learn that.

I'm a banana.

So, what'd you wish for?

If I tell you,

it won't come true.

She wished that

you would leave.

Oops.

Now it won't come true.

No, it probably will.

I say it definitely will.

So I'm gonna get goin'.

Nope? All right.

Sorry, anyway.

[gasps]

No way.

You got this at

the piata store, right?

It's so snazzy, right?

Does that mean you're

a fan of rubber duckies?

She's more a fan of

smashing rubber duckies.

What are you doing?

It's a piata.

You beat it with a stick

until the candy comes out.

I-- I know

how it works.

Then give it a try.

It's okay.

I'll go.

He's good.

Hit the duck

with the stick.

You know,

I was just thinking.

It's kind of weird,

isn't it,

celebrating someone's birth

by obliterating a duck?

Sorry, I'll shut up now.

I just want you to know that

I'm totally pro piata,

and pro birthday

all the way.

It's just, well,

I like rubber duckies.

Just a little.

Well, a lot and sometimes

I take baths with them.

Yeah, so here's my proposal.

What if we could find a way

to bring together

piatas, birthdays,

and rubber duckies

all together in a way that

felt a little more magical?

Hit the duck

with the stick.

Ready?

One... two...

Flee!

I'm-- I'm so sorry.

All:
Come back!

Come on!

It's gonna be okay.

He's a banana.

We all are.

Oh-- Hi.

Hey, uh, Lance, Miss Kincaid.

Um, how's it goin'?

So I decided to make

a donation, too. Um--

It-- [hocking]

It's in my mouth.

Give us the duck!

They'll never

take us alive!

Mr. Cavendish.

Help!

Mr. Cavendish help!

No, no, no,

this isn't a game.

This isn't a game!

[phone quacking]

[panting]

Hey, Mom,

everything's great.

I gotta go.

Love you. Bye.

Did you find that girl?

I-- I did, but there was

a little mix up,

and now she's

looking for me.

[rock]

Hey, new friend.

I love you. Gotta go.

Don't name the ostrich.

I'm not gonna name it.

Candy, where are you?

[chuckles] Oh,

that's a yummy lunch.

Candy:
Anybody see a kid

running with

a rubber ducky piata,

he wears glasses,

comes from Idaho?

Anybody?

Where are you,

Mayonnaise?

[sighs]

I'm gonna need some back up.

I am gonna need...

some serious back up.

I am losing it, Brainino,

I am losing it.

[exhaling]

My stomach hurts.

Goosebumps.

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