Open Season 2 Page #3

He screamed,

but she ignored his cry.

And then she grabbed him

with her claws.

Oh, my goodness.

Then she tried to squeeze

the life out of him.

- That's horrible.

- Sad story.

But he fought back.

Oh, she tortured him.

Slapped him.

Poked his eyes out, like this.

It was horrible!

It was the worst thing I've ever seen!

Oh, the humanity!

Elliot, are you maybe putting

a little bit too much on that?

Listen, Boog, I'm telling the story.

And finally, the hairless blob

dragged him off...

...into her chariot of horror!

Wait, wait, wait.

So, what you're saying is...

- Mr. Weenie's been kidnapped!

- No.

- For real?

- Yes, it's true.

- Tough break. I miss him already.

- What now?

Well, we could finish the ceremony.

Come on.

I worked hard on those centrepieces.

As much as Elliot and I

wanna finish the ceremony...

...we need to go after Mr. Weenie.

- Giselle's right!

And until he's back in the safety

of our friends and family...

...in the warm caress

of our bosoms...

...there will be,

there can be, no celebration.

So, what can we do? Probably

halfway to the valley's end by now.

So? We can't give up.

We didn't give up on the hunters

when they raided the forest.

We can't give up on our friend

Weenie.

The Boogster's right.

Who's with me?

Oh, yeah. Count me in.

- Me too.

- Okay. Good. Who else is in?

I'm beeling at them bajins.

So let's quit bumping the gums...

...and give them a right chibbing!

I'm not sure what Squiz just said,

but I'll take that as a yes.

- Yes! It's a yes!

- I'm in too.

- Me too.

- I'm with you, buddy.

Sorry, I got the wife and kids.

You turn your back on the pelts

for one second...

...all heck breaks loose. I'm out.

- Oh, leave it to the beaver.

In your dreams.

I just had my nails done, girl.

Sounds fun, but I gotta stay

back and protect the herd.

You're all a bunch of meek- minded,

yellow-bellied, pansy-a...

As McSquizzy is trying to say...

...a smaller group

is probably better anyway.

- We can move faster.

- Let's get a move on.

Move out, boys.

- Elliot?

- Yeah?

You're going the wrong way,

you big daftie!

I know that. Fall in.

Oh, Mr. Weenie, we've been

looking for you for so long.

It must've been horrible

out there all alone in the wild.

Oh, no one's gonna believe it!

Should I call the caravan, Bob?

Breaker, breaker, Fox Jaws.

- This is Mudflaps and Wild Man.

- Copy that. Over.

You'll never guess.

We found Mr. Weenie! It's true!

Say hello, Mr. Weenie.

- Did you hear that?

- Congrats, Mudflaps. Good to hear!

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