Jack and the Cuckoo-Clock Heart Page #3

The poor man's name

was hidden.

Poor man.

That reminds me,

I have a surprise for you.

You do?

Thank you!

A new dress, Luna?

You don't like it?

She found it next

to the flowers.

It's a teenage throwback.

I just remodeled it a touch.

It was our school uniform

at Calton Hill.

School?

I was a real Goody-Two-Shoes.

Madeleine, I was thinking

about the 3 rules...

- That's wonderful.

- Isn't it?

- I found the solution.

- What solution?

I need to go to school.

To learn and understand

the rules,

and apply them in real life.

How about you start

by studying the slate?

If I want to work properly,

I have to go to school.

School! You'll be bored stiff.

No, I won't.

You will so.

You won't get to choose what

you read, unlike here.

You'll have to sit still for hours.

You won't be allowed

to make any noise.

Even dreaming's only

allowed at recess.

Knowing you, you'll hate it.

And they'll all make fun of your clock.

As if you were a monster.

All children go to school.

You're always working

and I get lonely.

I need to discover

the world now.

Discover the world?

At school?

There's a satchel in the attic.

Bring it down.

That's the best birthday present

I could wish for.

Hello.

Do you know a tiny,

short-sighted singer?

Hi, have you seen a singer...

For a few years now this

place has felt like home.

It's not only the schoolyard

that I've made my own.

All the other pupils respect

and fear me.

If they didn't, they know

they'd pay for it dearly.

I don't like change.

For me life's about stability.

I crush anyone

who challenges my authority.

I always do what needs doing

to be the undisputed king.

But a new lad just started

and he wants to muscle in.

Looking for something?

Yes, a singer.

In miniature.

What do you want with her?

I saw her bumping into things,

so I wanted to buy her

a pair of glasses.

Her name's...

Her name is Miss Acacia.

Miss Acacia.

Nobody's allowed even to

speak her name, except me!

Nobody!

You hear me, pipsqueak?

Forget about her.

What's that ticking?

Is that your heart racing?

Yes.

You're in love with her, as well?

A bit.

Your tough luck.

She's gone.

She fled the country.

Don't let me hear you think about her.

I'll smash your ticker.

Got that?

I'll crush you, so you can

never fall in love again.

# Hail to you, my feline friend #

# On the rooftops every night #

# With the moon as

your bedside light. #

Well?

What was school like?

Did a satchel-clad imp

dodge giving me a kiss?

Next time,

I'll crack your heart open

on your skull.

Come and see Big Ben!

Come and grind his gears.

Go ahead, take it in turns.

# Everywhere I go #

# There's a door called Joe. #

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