Bad Hair Day Page #3

The only thing that I can't figure out

is what the heck is

going on with your hair.

Well, you're wrong about my boyfriend.

He's not soulless. Oh, he's not.

He helps orphans. He helps orphans.

He helps orphans.

Oh, my gosh, I didn't know that.

He does.

We can go back and forth like this all

day or you can give me the necklace

and I can arrange for you to get a reward.

Well, I don't have the

necklace. Yes, you do.

I know you got it at a pawn

shop couple of weeks ago.

How could you possibly know that?

Because the owner showed

me the credit card record.

Yeah.

Uh-oh.

He fell for the FBI thing.

All 5'1" of it.

Wait here.

Mm-hmm.

Eleven cause ribbons.

I don't think so.

Mmm.

Dippy eggs.

Oh.

Is everything okay?

No, no. It's good. It's good.

It's just that you know,

I really am... I'm just...

I'm just...

This brown is really,

it's really growing on me.

Here's the deal.

I know where your necklace is.

But I don't want a reward, I want a ride.

What? Today's my prom.

I've suffered some logistical setbacks.

I need four things. Hair, dress, shoes,

and I have to take my driver's test today.

Today? Long story.

I'll get you your necklace.

But you need to drive

me to these places first.

No, no... It'll

only be a few hours.

And then we both get what we want.

Fine.

You may want to put a hat on that first.

Hello?

Hello!

Hello!

Forgive the dramatic entrance,

but I'm in a bit of a rush.

I'm looking for a certain necklace.

A ne... a

necklace?

What is all this stuff? Nothing.

It doesn't look like nothing.

It looks like some highly illegal

aftermarket surveillance gear.

That's a high-frequency

radar jammer, right?

That's like, police-level.

Though you may want to tune to the

KA band to decrease frequency noise.

You're pretty savvy for someone

who can't use a curling iron.

Is that a gun? No, no.

That is not...

That's not, okay.

That is a non-lethal high

voltage stunning apparatus.

Sweet. No, it's not sweet.

It is very unsweet, okay?

That thing can drop an elephant at 25 feet.

What's with the red button?

Don't touch the red button.

But I want to touch the red button.

Haven't you seen movies, okay?

Nothing good ever comes out of it

when someone touches the red button.

So...

did this bucket of bolts used

to be a cab or something?

What? Okay, so.

Brando is a custom

super-charged in-line

eight police-caliber powerhouse, okay.

He has bulletproof glass.

That's right. That's right.

Sixteen-channel

emergency-band radio

and right there is built in video

surveillance panel, seat warmers.

Ooh.

"Brando?"

Your car has a name.

Yeah. After Marlon Brando.

The most famous actor of

our time, Marlon Brando.

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