Dick Figures: The Movie Page #4

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- Um.

We're trying to get to

this restaurant.

Do you know it?

- Ha.

He.

Oh.

- Are you okay?

{Speaking japanese]

- What is wrong with her face?

{Speaking japanese]

- Mm.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

Uh-huh.

You are extremely unhelpful.

{Speaking japanese]

- Oh, my god.

All those animes were

documentaries.

- Ah.

That sushi restaurant

better be close.

I'm hungry for some

more cell phones.

- Dude, I think we're here.

- How are we going to know

what the racoon's

kid even looks like?

- Please,

have a seat.

- Huh.

Guess he's not here.

- Can

I help you?

{Speaking japanese]

- We, uh--

we've traveled a long way

to find this village.

Do you know the raccoon?

- The raccoon?

I hate that guy.

His voice sounds so stupid,

right, guys?

- Ha, ha, ha.

Totally.

Eat your noodles.

- I don't want

to eat my noodles!

- I am Son Sun,

son of Papa Sun, the one you

call the raccoon.

- What?

- This is my wife,

Wife Sun, and my son,

Grand Son Sun.

- Huh.

Raccoon looks nothing

like his family.

- A family he

abandoned when he dishonored

the mighty Japan with the

Greatest Sword of Destiny.

It was too powerful for him and

you will never find it!

- Oh, this is some bullshit!

I want some god damn sushi!

- I will cut the

sushi after I cut you!

"Ahh!

Wasabi!

Ah!

- Ah!

A spicy seaweed!

"Ahh!

Miso!

- Ahh!

Hot tea!

Oh!

F*** you!

Ooh!

Okay.

I will make you sushi.

- Ah.

- Oh, thank Godzilla.

- I think I like the cell

phones better.

- So the raccoon, uh, Papa Sun,

said that you'd know where to

find the sword.

- I swore an oath

that I would never reveal

the location of the weapon so

it may never fall into his

hands again.

- Oh, no.

It's not for the raccoon.

It's for me.

- Oh.

Well, that's fine.

It's just up at that mountain.

Nope.

- Whoa!

- Uhh.

Red Sun, you're so fat.

- I had a whole bowl of cell

phones for lunch.

- Ah, that explains it.

- Oh, sick.

- Damn, I bet they got hella

swords in there.

,Hey-

Hey, why you no pay?

Oh.

Mr. Makasan, you stop!

Very dangerous!

You go no further!

- Sorry, man.

We're kind of getting

our quest on.

- Yeah.

Don't worry about it, p*ssy.

Getting my quest on, singing

the quest song.

'Red!

Dude, wait!

- All the

girls are like--

- who's that

brave ass dude?

- It's mother f***ing

Red in the Temple of Doom,

boulders, air, roach,

snakes and spiders.

I'm not scared of anything,

not even fire.

A creepy ass castle and a

mountain mask, walking right

inside and I'm kicking

it's ass.

- Aw, a splinter.

This place might be dangerous

after all.

- Whoa.

There it is.

- Man, that little

panda was right.

- Oh, my god.

That's a bad one.

Evasive maneuvers.

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