Odd Thomas Page #6

your dinner with Stormy.

She's the one.

You are one smooth operator, Odd.

She must love to hear you say that.

I love to hear me say it.

You better not be hauling

any dead guys on my scooter.

- Dead don't ride scooters.

- Just saying.

I'd have to scrub

the seat for hours.

Destroying the pleather.

I see you left your hormone

spigot running, griddle boy.

Crank it shut.

This is a church.

I know it's a church.

I have a brain, you know.

You know why I call you Pooh Bear?

Because I'm so cuddly.

Because his head is full of stuffin'

Now listen to me, odd one.

I don't want you going back

to that creepy room again.

It doesn't exist anymore.

Well, don't go looking for

it hoping it'll come back.

- Never crossed my mind.

- Yes, it did.

- Yes, it did.

- It is a gate to the underworld...

and you are forbidden by me

to ever play in it again.

It's hard enough living with a guy who

helps dead people without having to

trek all the way down to hell

to pull his ass out of the fire.

Since when are we living together?

We will be.

Oh, I guess I didn't think

"Let's put a pin in it" meant "Yes. "

You have to learn to listen

with more than just your ears.

Stormy, what body part am

I supposed to listen with?

Right. My heart.

I'm supposed to listen with my heart.

Listen with my heart.

I will do something big

to improve our financial situation.

- Your idea about selling car tires?

- Bigger.

And what, from your perspective,

is bigger than tires?

- Shoes.

- Shoes?

Yeah, think about it.

A family of 5 might have 2 cars

but they have 10 feet.

Not only that, but they need

different kinds of shoes.

Dress shoes, winkle pickers,

high-tops, low-tops, running shoes-

But not you. You have

5 pairs of the same sneakers.

- Like I said

- You're not like most people.

Not in the least.

Do you want crackers

with your cheese?

We have a problem.

Crackers aren't a problem,

just a choice.

- Come on.

- What?

- Come on! It's Fungus Bob!

- What!

He followed me. I don't know how.

Sh*t! Come on! Come on!

- It's him? You're sure?

- Sure, I'm sure!

You don't think the two of us

could kick his ass?

Not this guy.

- Come on!

- The sacristy!

The back door.

Come on. Come on.

Wait! Wait. Come here.

We're heading towards danger,

not away from it. I can feeI it.

It's like he's everywhere.

He's in front of us. He's behind us.

Come on.

Let's go back the way we came.

- Let's call the cops.

- No time.

I have a better plan.

You stay here.

I'm gonna run over there

and open the door.

If he doesn't lunge through,

you run that way.

If, however, he does lunge through,

you run this way and

I'll try to follow you.

Some plan, odd one.

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