A Turtle's Tale 2: Sammy's Escape from Paradise Page #7

Easy as dead, flush, freedom.

Everything was going fantastico.

I was thinking I am home

and free, that is until ....

Hey, hi honey.

Yeah, I'm almost done here.

I should be home in hour or so.

I'm sure I can stop.

Can you talk a bit louder?

I can barely hear you.

Alright, now let me write it down.

Shoot.

One shwarma.

Heavy on the hummus.

This guy going on like he was

stocking up for the end of the world.

Meanwhile I was dry as

a catfish on a hot tin roof.

We were awaiting for Jimbo to show up,

and then Big D found out that Jimbo made

a break for it and he went muy loco bit.

Yes, Big D, he didn't like any

of us freelancing, as he called it.

What Big D didn't know

I was actually a few gasps

from being in a hand-roll.

Finally, this guy hangs up. I'm

like, wash me out of here already!

- But now!

Hey, sweetie, it's me again.

How many bottles of the

Mango Lassi did you want me to pick up?

It was now or never. I had to

muster up all I had. Make a move.

All of a sudden ...

Wham!

So you were actually dead?

- Yes, that's what everybody thought.

- Including me!

So what happened?

Well ... since you asked.

And that's my dead story.

Whoo! You got some

freaky powers, Jimbo.

Did you see anything that

might help us get out of here?

Careful Sammy. Behind

you Big D is spying on us.

Hey!

What's with the gap there?

We need to get out of here. Now!

Someone getting itchy!

Follow me.

Hey! You see pipe up there?

Freedom, baby!

- Which one?

- Anyone.

You're in charge. You decide.

Get in there, check it out.

Give me the skinny. Oh, and

watch out for them penguins.

They cannot be trusted.

Then how exactly are

we suppose to reach?

Volunteering for duty, sir!

There you go.

Problem solved.

Hey, cuzz.

How are you holding up?

Over here the white stuff

is colder than shrimp on ice.

Just making me claws-trophobic.

Let's go, Lulu,

before we all freeze here.

Well I was thinking, maybe we

should just get off or turn around?

Turn round! Stop thinking you wimp!

You ought to be

ashamed of yourself!

Oh look! It's Big D's

escape plan, take eight.

Nine, actually.

Don't forget the sea slug, darling.

Just scribbled away didn't she?

Yeah, quite right.

That it appears someone's

taken the wrong turn!

But of course! Males

not asking for directions?

What's new, my dear!

Alright Lulu, let's go!

My flippers are freezing here.

Let me help you up.

Well I don't know,

long time I've been in here.

- Well... destruction... mighty tricky.

- Shut your mouth and focus, soldier.

No, kids. You have

to stay away now.

I'm losing my grip.

I don't like this.

We gotta get out of here,

Sammy. The ice is breaking up!

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