Leprechaun Page #5

Right, right. Why?

'Cause you know how adults are,

especially when it comes to money.

They'll just try to take it away.

I got the perfect place to hide it...

the old well beside the house.

Hey, Ozzie, do you

know what this means?

We're rich, and... and I

can buy comics every week.

- Yeah, but you know what else?

- What else?

We can get you an operation.

- For what?

- To make you smart.

See, we can go to the hospital

and have them operate

and fix your brain.

But... But I-I'm smart.

Yeah, well, sort of.

What I mean is,

we could make you real smart.

That way, people won't

make fun of you.

- They make fun of me?

- Not in front of you.

Only behind your back.

Come on. Let's go the well.

Come on!

Um, wait. Here, start in the corners.

Nice, even strokes.

Wow. That's it.

- You got it.

- Not bad?

Yeah, yeah. A regular Picasso.

Put me out of business.

- Oh, need another can of paint.

- Oh, okay.

Well, you just watch how

a pro gets a can of paint.

All right. Let me get a rag first,

all right? Go ahead.

Oh...

Nathan.

Nathan, come on. What are you doing?

Oh, my God.

Oh, what was that?

Oh, geez.

Honey, are you okay?

I heard you scream.

I thought that was

you rubbing my leg.

- And you let me?

- That's not the point.

Something was rubbing my leg,

like caressing it,

and it ran off over there.

It's probably just an

old possum, honey.

No, Dad, that was

not an animal, okay?

I know what it feels like

when a man caresses my leg.

You do?

Look, we gotta get

these cuts cleaned up.

Yeah, I should probably go

look for that animal?

- Absolutely.

- Wait. Why?

- Might have rabies.

- Great.

It was a cat.

I think we found your

secret admirer, honey.

It wasn't a cat.

Sounds hurt. Come on,

kitty, kitty, kitty.

Here kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty.

Come on, kitty. Come on.

Here kitty, kitty, kitty,

kitty, kitty, kitty.

Here kitty, kitty,

kitty, kitty, kitty.

Come on. Come on,

kitty, kitty, kitty.

What? What?

- What?

- The cat bit me!

- Oh, my God.

- Okay. Put pressure on it.

- It bit me! It bit me!

- Oh, my God!

- Stay there. Put pressure on it.

- Oh, my God!

It's gonna be okay, Dad.

We're gonna take you to the hospital.

- Truck. Ozzie, Alex!

- It bit me!

We're taking him to the

emergency room, all right?

Sit down, boy.

Aw, man.

- Oh, no!

- Come on.

- Alex!

- Shoot! The distributor cap.

Right.

Come on, come on!

Hey, guys, we may be a while, okay?

So why don't you go get

a bite to eat at the caf?

- We'll see you in a bit.

- All right.

- This is our chance.

- What, to get something to eat?

- No, to check out the gold coin.

- Oh, yeah.

- Come on. It's getting dark.

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