Full Moon High Page #2

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I'm a stranger, uh.

Uh, excuse me, excuse me.

You wouldn't happen to speak

any English, would you?

I seem to have uh.

Excuse me, uh, do you speak English?

I'm looking for the

Museum of Mental Illness.

You don't happen to know

where that would, uh.

I should've brought breadcrumbs.

Hello, uh, is anybody home?

Look I'm lost and I need help.

I'm an American.

Thanks a lot.

I'll give my father the message.

Hello, uh, listen uh, I'm in trouble uh,

I'm lost and uh, I'm a Canadian.

Hello, nothing.

Maybe this is the Museum

of Mental Illness, oh.

Hello, hello, listen I

can hear you in there.

Please somebody's got to help me.

Oh, oh, what is that?

That frothing at the mouth stuff there.

Hey, hey, hey, is anybody

here with this dog?

I mean, don't dogs have masters here?

Only musical accompanists?

Oh, holy sh*t.

The call of the wild.

I got a B+ on that report.

I'm very big on wolves, very, very big.

Nice wolf, nice wolf.

I'm sorry I called you a dog before.

Okay, all right, pee on me and

let's call it a night, okay?

Ruin a pair of shoes, but

leave the throat alone.

Hey, hey, hey!

Oh, please, please, somebody help!

No biting!

All right, okay, all right.

Take a hand or a finger,

but leave the throat alone.

I only have one of those!

Ow, come on, oh please!

It's funny, Mom, my

neck feels kind of good.

Hey, come back here!

Aren't you gonna bury me?

I mean, even a bone gets buried.

Hey, hey, hey!

Let's face it, you're dead.

Killed by a wolf, a mad wolf.

It could happen to anybody.

Over here it's like getting run over.

Nothing.

By all rights you should be a dead man,

or at least have rabies.

Ouch, what am I doing?

Wait till Oral Roberts hears about this.

Oh, it's you.

I thought it was the Secret Police.

They're after my microfilm.

I hid everything.

Where?

I can't tell ya, don't ask.

We're taking the next

plane out of this hellhole.

Dad uh, the strangest

thing happened to me.

Did you have a good time?

Did you get laid?

I hope not.

Come on, let's pack.

Ooh ah, ooh ah, ooh ah.

Will the person that

ordered this special meal

please raise his hand.

Over here, over here.

Oh, that airline food.

Okay folks, this is a hijacking.

Wake up, wake up!

We're going to die, we're going to die!

We're taking this plane to Cuba!

Ah, more goddamn commies?

They're coming out of the woodwork.

We'll tie up everybody and

blindfold them on this plane.

Tony, I'm worried about my son, Tony.

This is a fine time to go to the John.

Keep that mutt quiet!

All right, we'll get the blindfolds.

Can anybody see me?

Speak up, I can't hear you.

No!

All right, that's good.

You dope, you forgot to tie 'em up.

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