Ping Pong Summer Page #3

I don't have a problem!

Yes, you do.

Step off her!

"Step off her?"

I can step on her

whenever I want, "bro."

Where's your stupid space pants?

He must've left them at the deli,

with the rest of the

bologna and cheese!

What should I do

to this little guy?

Crush his nads off!

This is my table... renter.

Go play that pancake

paddleball somewhere else.

The Fun Hub is for serious

ping pong players,

not dork wannabes.

He's gimungous.

Who are those two jerks?

Lyle Ace and Dale Lyons,

the richest kids in Ocean City.

Are they a couple?

No, they're just friends.

I meant Lyle and Stacy.

Pshh, they might as well be.

What's wrong with her?

You see that Icee cup she's

always got in her hand, Rad?

Well, that's not an

Icee she's drinking.

It's Funk Punch.

What's Funk Punch?

Funk Punch is when you combine an

Icee with Pop Rocks and Pixie Stix

and sometimes even cocaine

and drink it really fast.

She's a Funk Punch junkie.

But she's so fly.

Are we going to see my

dad's big boombox or not?

I thought that's

what we were doing.

Sounds like him

and his girlfriend Amber

are playing board games again.

I try not to bother

them when they do that.

They get so competitive!

Let's just go to the boardwalk

and play Skee-ball.

I can't. I have to go to

dinner again with my family.

"Our son almost torched

his face off with an egg.

Let's buy him a present!"

- Will you just pipe down, missy!

- Those aren't a present.

If I slice my finger

off with a can opener,

will you guys buy me a car?

- How about you don't come to dinner with us?

- Honey.

How about I would rather not?

Why can't I wear what I'm wearing?

You can't wear a

T-shirt and sneakers

to the Paul Revere Smorgasbord!

Don't move.

Aww, that made a right bloody mess.

- Squashed it all over, look at that.

- Hon!

You wouldn't have thought it'd have

so much blood in it, would you?

Girls really dig dorks

who wear church clothes

to the boardwalk.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

What are you playing at?

Go on, get out of here! You

can find your own dinner.

Good!

And be back home by 10:30 or the front

door will be locked until the morning!

Ooh, scary threat!

Brendan!

I had enough!

What is she going to eat?

What was that for?

- Brendan!

- What?

I'm just getting started.

You got to get your money's worth.

What about the vegetables?

I can get vegetables in

our backyard, Kendall.

I've never seen any clam strips

growing in our garden, have you?

Nope!

Nope.

Okay, that's enough, you two.

Ooh. Aah.

Okay, first there's the bass.

And then there's the snare..

So you guys try it.

Hey, check this out!

What is that?

It's a tongue worm!

Okay, I'm going to keep a beat.

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