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Help! Help!

Goddamn it,

Billy Francis Kopecki!

Look, I know I don't look

like myself, okay?

But something really strange

happened, and I'm really scared!

I need your help!

You're my best friend!

I can prove it to you.

Um Oh!

# The space goes

down, down, baby #

# Down, down the roller coaster

Sweet, sweet baby #

# Sweet, sweet

Don't let me go

Shimmy, shimmy, koko bop #

# Shimmy, shimmy, rock

Shimmy, shimmy, koko bop

Shimmy, shimmy, rock #

# I met a girlfriend

A Triscuit #

# She said a Triscuit

a biscuit #

# Ice cream soda pop

vanilla on the top #

# Ooh, Shalida

walkin' down the street

# I meant it, I said it

I stole my mama's credit #

# I'm cool, I'm hot

Sock you in the stomach

three more times ##

Josh?

You look terrible.

I know.

He had on a blue, uh, sweatshirt

with a hood on it...

that said "Giants"

across the front.

He-He ran in here.

He ran into the kitchen.

He followed me a-around

that pillar there,

and when I got into the kitchen,

he turned around

and he pulled down his pants...

and he exposed his heinie.

I-I can't. I can't.

I was in the house making gravy,

and I heard this commotion.

That's right.

We're at the scene right now.

We've talked to the mother.

She's pretty hysterical.

She's not making

any sense at all.

There's no ransom note,

no prints. There's no nothin'.

I'll tell you what

file a report, be on the safe side.

Shut up!

Bet he ran away.

Wish I could.

Want me to pack your bags?

It's me.

You couldn't wish

for a million dollars?

Take that off. Don't worry.

I got it all figured out.

Go to the city,

lay low for a couple days,

find that Zoltar thing,

make your wish.

You'll be home by Thursday.

It grew all over.

- Hmm.

- Why can't I just tell them

what happened?

You did, and your mom

tried to kill you.

I'm gonna get in one awful lot

of trouble because of this.

They'll probably be so happy

to see you, you'll probably get

a new bike out of it.

Come on. Let's get going.

Oh!

Excuse me.

Thanks.

She's a problem.

This is the time of day when

she gets cranky and she cries.

She does it every day.

I'm not supposed to go to

New York without my folks.

You'll be all right. Here.

Where did you get that?

My father's sock drawer.

You stole it?

It's his emergency fund.

Fine! Fine. Fine.

Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine.

Kill the b*tch.

Kill her with a knife.

Kill her with a knife!

Kill the b*tch. Kill the b*tch.

Kill her with a knife.

Put it in. B*tch!

Kill the b*tch!

Kill her!

You lookin' for some fun

tonight, sweet thing?

No, thank you.

Hey, man.

Spare some change?

No, not really.

Hey, this looks okay.

No, it doesn't.

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