Bark Ranger Page #4

Oh man, fishing is so boring!

And then you flip this over.

Then release.

Geese!

Hello!

Catch me one of those,

why don't you?

Just reel it in slowly.

- You'll get a hit soon enough.

- A hit?

- A fish on the line.

- Oh.

Whoa!

I think I got one!

Is it a goose?

- That's it!

- What now?

Uh...

keep the rod tip up.

Let the fish take

the line out if it wants to.

- I think it wants to!

- You caught a big one!

Aw, it's just a fish.

I'll still have some!

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Okay, let's get cracking.

RBI-Ii?

"Cracking."

Cracking the safe.

[Em-away

words.

How's the safe-cracking going?

Oh, bees.

- Carl!

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Carl, give me a sledgehammer.

Hey, Larry.

Larry, are you alive?

Just a few more minutes, Ma.

Emma-aim

I know I'm your favorite.

What are ya doin'?

I'm waking you up... gently.

- Did I get it open?

- Absolutely not.

Now watch closely.

They're not gonna give me any.

Holy cow, that's good.

- Oh, sorry.

- Oh yeah, so the vegan gets fish,

and I'm sit-tin' here starvin'?

How does that make any sense?

Hey, I ever tell you the story

of my Great Uncle Philo's secret gold?

Only about a hundred times.

- No, I wanna hear this.

- Okay.

Well, Philu,

he was a crazy old coot.

He spent years

tromping through these woods

looking for gold

in every nook, cranny,

and crevice he could find.

One day he came into town

with a bagful of gold nuggets.

He said he found a cave

lined with gold.

So everyone came out into the bush

with gold fever,

but they didn't find even a speck.

They said Philo is faking.

- Was he?

- No idea.

Well, Philo got

a team of horses?

And he came down

and tried to haul out

as much gold as he could carry.

Now a couple weeks later,

horses came back.

No Philo.

What do you think

happened to him?

Probably [mm.

Great story. I've only heard it

about a gazillion times!

Now about that fish.

I guess I have

told that story a few times.

It's okay, Dad.

Keep on going.

Okay. Well, they say Philo

built a cabin somewhere.

Nobody mm;

You know what we need?

Dynamite.

That'll open

this thing right up!

Yeah! Dynamite.

We blow this sucker!

No! It's liable to damage

the stuff inside.

No, the stuff inside'll be fine.

The dynamite won't damage it.

See?

- It was open the whole time?

- I guess so.

I must have loosened it

with the sledgehammer!

Wan.

- Gold.

- G0ld.

- Carl?

- Yeah?

When you cased the joint, you said

there was five million in bills.

Right.

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Well, I just thought

that, you know,

"bullion" was like

another nickname for money.

Like, uh, dinero, cashola,

coin, shekels,

rubles, bullion.

Who knew?

Everyone in the world

knew but you, that's who.

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