Mannequin: On the Move Page #3

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No, thanks.

Tabu. How mysterious. Hit me again, Gail.

You never buy, Hollywood.

Well, no.

That is because I am constantly evolving.

Put it right here, Jason.

- How about a gift for your girlfriend?

- Oh, I don't have one.

So you're looking.

For true love. Yeah. Sure.

True love is like the Loch Ness monster.

Everyone has heard of it,

but no one has ever seen it.

- I have.

You know, I don't know.

I think there's someone out there

for everyone.

I couldn't agree more.

You just have to follow your heart,

and your nose.

Well, my, my, my.

Aren't we the little coquette?

Forgive me if I'm wrong, but, Jason,

I think that if you asked Gail out,

she would probably say yes.

Am I hallucinating, Gail?

Excuse me, I'm beeping. Pardon moi.

Put it right there, Jason.

Well, I am free Friday, Jason.

I'm free, too, Gail.

Well, why rush it?

I mean, looks like we're gonna be

working here together.

- Why don't we just, you know...

- Something terrible has happened.

The enchanted peasant girl

has been in an accident!

Come on. We must go.

Follow me! Move your buns!

Still free Friday.

My little nip and tuck

derriere is gonna be in a sling

if anything happens to that statue,

those clothes or the royal jewels.

I'm sure

everything's gonna be fine.

Oh, it's just the word "jewels. "

I have these beads and baubles,

mementos of old flames.

Souvenirs for old

Mr. Left Behind Hollywood.

Oh, it's just so cheap and tawdry.

Well, at least they thought enough of you

to give you the gifts.

I bought them myself.

Wow!

Hold it right there, man.

Someone please kill me!

I don't want to live!

Just breathe or something, would you?

Jeez! The whole thing's gonna go!

Get out of the truck!

Be careful. The girl will fall out.

We must secure the doors.

All my years on the force, I never saw

anybody more stupid than you guys.

The sign said "keep right. "

To the end of the bridge,

where the street is.

Hoist her up.

But the peasant girl!

- It's gonna go! Get out!

- No!

I'll save you!

Oh, chivalry's not dead.

Let go!

Where is Jacques Cousteau

when you need him?

Give her to us. She's ours.

Take it.

- There he is!

Don't you ever touch

the enchanted peasant girl.

Oh, my hero!

You saved the presentation

and my phony baloney job.

I could have sworn she was real.

She's a mannequin.

I could have sworn she was real.

She's the enchanted peasant girl.

Let me guess.

You must be the boys

from Hauptmann-Koenig.

My, haven't we been

hoarding the steroids.

We are here to guard

our national treasure.

Oh, and doing a fabulous job.

Did you recover

the rest of the sacred wardrobe?

I thought Arnold did.

I thought you did.

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