Halloweed Page #3

It's a small town in

the middle of nowhere.

No one knows me there.

I can get a fresh start!

Oh!

W-why can't I come?

Let's move to Mooseheart!

-Dude, let's go!

-Yeah?

I'll pack my white

trash clothing.

Alright.

This is going to be sweet!

I just hope nobody

recognizes my name.

We can get new identities

when we get out there.

I wouldn't worry

about it too much.

Plus, it seems like people

have eased up on you a

little bit out here

lately anyway.

[honking]

Have a nice day, f***ers!

Ugh, well, so

much for that.

Looks like people ain't

going easy on you.

Damn it, I really wanted

to see the moose.

No, f*** that, f*** him,

and f*** my car.

You know what?

We're gonna hitchhike.

Sweet, we can stop at those

rest area bathrooms on the way.

Oh man, we get to

see the moose!

We get to see the moose!

This is gonna be cool.

Can we take a smoke

break please?

We just stopped!

That was like twenty

minutes ago.

We've got a long

way to go, man.

Really? I feel like we're

making pretty good time.

How much do you

think we got left?

We're like two blocks away

from our apartment.

Oh, that's some good weed.

Oh, here comes someone.

Oh!

Whoa. Oh!

This way, please!

Yes, please?

Really? The ol' thumb?

It lets drivers know what

direction we're going so

they know if they can help us

or not. Pretty standard stuff.

Yeah, but we're standing on

this side of the road.

I think it's pretty obvious

which direction we're going.

I don't think people are

going to drive by and

think we're not

hitchhiking and assume

that we're speedwalking

to f***ing Bolivia.

It's just protocol, Joe.

Oh god.

Bro, we've been walking for

five f***ing miles, dude.

Really? With the thumb?

Do you really think the

thumb is going to work?

We went through this, Joey.

No, y-you're wrong!

You want to know how

to get picked up?

Watch this.

Oh!

[gagging noises]

[squealing tires]

Dude, he stopped!

He stopped! I told you!

Who stops for that?

[giggling]

-Jump in, boys.

-Thanks for stopping.

Alright!

[laughs]

There ya go.

-Howdy.

-Hey!

-Zach.

-Joey.

[laughing]

[giggling]

Why did the Mexican throw

his wife off the roof?

-I dunno.

-Tequila!

[Laughing]

You boys are alright.

You kind souls are always

risking your Rutger Hauer

in "The Hitcher"

situation.

Movie from the '80s?

Nothin?

Alright, you pulled us

over for a reason, Zach.

Let's get this

out of the way.

Unless you think I've

got Parkinson's.

No, I think you were offering

hand-jobs for a ride.

Bingo-dingo.

Uh, no, no thanks Joey.

I'm all good. I figured if you

were willing to do that for a

ride, you were probably

pretty desperate.

Oh, okay.

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