Hop Page #4

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Time to hop away out of Fred's

life back to the Enchanted Forest.

You're kicking me out?

Yeah. it's a bad time.

Yeah. Did some jerk

just hit you with his car?

That kind of bad time?

No, I'll tell you what.

It's fine.

Oh, me leg. OW.

I mean,

you can't be expected to help

every innocent

creature you wound.

And I'm sorry if I dented your

bumper with my face and body.

Do you want me to look

for some baby aspirin?

No, no! You save it.

You might run over a baby.

Just pray that sweet messenger

of death visits quickly.

Is that the icy hand now?

Okay, wait!

On the off-chance that you're really

here and I'm not completely crazy,

and I did run you

over and you're hurt...

I guess you can stay.

Thanks, mate. And I could bunk

down anywhere. Seriously.

West wing, master suite,

guest bedroom. I'm not picky.

Right. Okay.

What's this space, then?

This is a place for you

to stay for the night.

I'm not a car.

So why would I need to stay here?

Look, it's not my house.

I'm not even allowed to go

upstairs, and I'm human.

Sorry. What are

the newspapers for?

Because I'm not really a

voracious reader or anything.

You know, you're an animal.

So, we all know animals...

I understand.

I'll just sleep down here,

among my poo and

pee like a pig.

If you like,

you use it as well.

Sorry.

No, don't reproach yourself

for these medieval conditions.

Yeah, whatever.

I'm going to go to bed where,

hopefully, I've been all along.

So, good night.

Oh, okay,

I'll just stay here then.

By myself.

In the dark.

With the door closed.

Seor. Seor

I have news.

Operations are

running at full capacity.

With my supervision, we are

right on target for Easter.

Fine, fine.

But is there any report on my son?

Yes, I have the report.

The sun will be shining,

foggy times are lifting.

Easter will be

clear sailing, seor.

Not the sun.

My son, E.B.!

That son.

Yes. I almost forget.

The rabbit hole was used for an unscheduled

trip earlier this evening, sir!

What? You mean he ran away?

And at the height

of our busiest time.

It's almost unforgivable.

But how could he just take off like this?

It's just not like him.

Please, seor.

Don't be too rash.

It's way too

early to disown him.

But I wasn't going to...

Wait a minute. Are you hopping?

Am I? I didn't notice.

It just comes

so naturally.

Anyway, seor considering your

obvious distraction with this,

wouldn't it be wise to pass the mantle

to, I don't know, somebody else?

Hmm.

Let's see. It would have

to be someone you trust.

Someone who is

comfortable giving orders.

Phil! Keep doing that,

but do it faster!

Faster. Gotcha.

And stop dancing!

No dancing. Yes, sir.

Carlos, you're right.

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