Freaky Deaky Page #3

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That was great, when the car came,

that's called a kush shot.

See, when the car hits the water,

it goes kush!

You like your work, huh?

Well, it's... It's a lot of bullshit,

but I guess it's pretty fun.

There's a story in today's paper

that made me think of you.

Yeah?

About the drug dealer

getting blown up.

Oh yeah, I saw that.

Somebody slipped

some dynamite under him.

It wasn't me, though.

I was working.

I haven't set off any dynamite in...

Let's just say it's been a while.

I bet you still know how.

I bet I do.

I kept a journal, you know.

Of everything we ever did.

I always liked your writing.

A real mean sound.

You're still doing it, right?

I did notes from underground

for a couple years.

Liberation News Service

picked it up.

Yeah?

Now I write

historical romance novels.

You had a pretty wild ride.

You should write your own stuff,

be more exciting.

Eh, I have a better idea.

My apartments

right around the comer.

I have some acid.

You are setting me up

for something.

You got a dirty trick in mind and you

need the skipper to help

you pull it off, don't you?

Kushhh.

The air is heavy.

ROBIN:
- Hey, Skip.

- See?

Remember the night we got arrested

and you said there was no way

that anyone

could have recognized us.

Well, I made a list of names of everybody

that had contact with us

and I've crossed off all the names

until finally, I'm left with two.

Mark Ricks.

I remember him,

he had that bullhorn,

used to get everybody worked up

into a lather,

they start chanting.

Woody Ricks.

Yeah, that's the brother.

Always stoned.

Yeah, he was always sloppy.

Doing that little wiggle dance,

trying to get his pants

out of his buttcrack.

Well, guess what happened

when Mom finally drank herself under

and they did a reading of the will?

Mom's fave got paid?

Woody scored something

like 50 million.

- Plus the house.

- 50?

Holy sh*t.

I'll bet the other one didn't get sh*t for

being a smartass, huh?

He was always

picking on his brother.

Woody bought Mark

a theater in Pontiac.

Now Mark does musicals.

All right, so let me see

if I got this straight.

You think these two

turned us in,

now they're sitting on 50 mil

and you're feeling like

they owe you a piece.

Is that about it?

We feel like they owe us a piece.

You are setting me up just like

you used to and I love it.

I'm gonna need to

get us some explosives.

Dynamite and acid,

that's a combo that'll Star Trek you

right back to the good old days.

Well, what if these two ain't the ones

that set us up?

What difference does it make?

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(PHONE RINGING)

Hello?

Dynamite Skip at your service.

We're officially entering

the straight world.

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