Dudley Do-Right Page #3

they exist.

I don't believe you.

Hold this.

Examine, if you will,

this shell from a shotgun.

You'll notice it's not shot

but gold instead.

To kill a vampire,

you must drive a stake

through its heart or shoot it

with a golden bullet.

So,

then there really are

vampires around here?

Sadly, behind every tree,

practically.

What was that?

I shudder to speculate.

Um, I have to go.

I thought you might.

Um, so long.

Ciao.

And so it went.

While the evil whiplash was out hunting vampires,

our hero was at home,

hiding behind a cardboard

mountie cutout.

After all,

even to a real mountie,

vampires can seem

awfully scary.

Vampires, indeed.

Another week, and I'll have

those idiots thinking there's

gold in them there hills.

In the daylight hours,

snidely was hard at work...

Arranging a meeting

between a really big train

and the local bank president.

Is that a choo-choo train

I hear coming our way?

I can't do this

to our customers.

You'll own everything!

All right, all right.

I'll sign.

- All the mortgages are yours.

- And a teller

to be named later.

All right!

Pay up the mortgage now

or this quaint little

fixer-upper is mine.

- You're not our banker.

- I am now.

Read it and weep.

How can you do this to us?

How can I do this to you?

Madam, I was born to do it.

It's in my genes.

Now get out,

and take your munchkins

with you.

That's right. Chop-chop.

Single file.

And wipe that smile

off your face.

And no talking.

With his ill-gotten gains,

snidely whiplash was taking

over all of semi-happy valley,

and that included

the local motel,

the slaw-dogs stand,

the funeral home,

the very town itself.

- Naturally, local residents

became a mite concerned.

What's going on out here?

Wh-what's wrong?

We've all just lost

our homes and businesses.

Yeah.

Well, that's a relief.

- It is?

- Yes. I thought this was

about the vampires.

No! This is about

that bloodsucker,

snidely whiplash!

He's taken everything--

our homes, our businesses,

our farms!

- Yeah!

- What do you mean,

"vampires"?

- You mean, you don't know?

- No.

- The woods are filled

with them.

- What?

Run for your lives!

Our hero, Dudley do-right,

had never felt so alone.

Whiplash city was a ghost

town. His long-lost Nell had

been gone for years.

Now it was just him and horse.

It's just you and me, horse.

If I know anything, horse,

these two things are true:

Nell will never come back,

and you will never leave me.

Horse?

Horse!

Horse!

Where are you going?

There's vampires out there!

- Who goes there?

- What?

Don't "what" m--

Don't "what" me!

I know you're a vampire.

I'm gonna warn ya.

I've got garlic in here.

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