Rise Of The Guardians Page #3

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And Sandman.

Sandy?

Sandy? Wake up!

Hey, ho, anyone want

to tell me why I'm here?

Uh, that's not really helping,

but thanks, little man.

I must've done something really bad

to get you four together.

Am I on the naughty list?

Ha! On naughty list?

You hold the record.

But, no matter. We overlook.

Now we are wiping clean the slate.

How come?

Ah, good question.

How come? I tell you how come!

Because now you are Guardian!

What are you doing?

Get off of me!

This is the best part!

Huh?

What makes you think

I want to be a Guardian?

Of course you do.

Music!

No music!

This is all very flattering, but, uh,

you don't want me.

You're all hard work and deadlines,

and I'm snowballs and fun times.

I'm not a Guardian.

Yeah. That's exactly what I said.

Jack, I don't think

you understand what it is we do.

Each of those lights is a child.

A child who believes.

And good or bad, naughty or nice,

we protect them.

Ah! Ah!

Tooth! Fingers out of mouth.

Oh, sorry. They're beautiful.

Okay. No more wishy-washy.

Pitch is out there

doing who knows what!

You mean the Boogeyman?

Yes! When Pitch threatens us,

he threatens them as well.

All the more reason

to pick someone more qualified.

Pick? You think we pick?

No, you were chosen!

Like we were all chosen.

By Man in Moon.

What?

Last night, Jack, he chose you.

Maybe.

Man in the Moon... He talks to you?

You see, you cannot say no.

It is destiny.

But why wouldn't he tell me

that himself?

After 300 years this is his answer?

To spend eternity like you guys.

Cooped up in some hideout thinking

of new ways to bribe kids?

No, no. That's not for me! No offense.

How is that not offensive?

You know what I think?

I think we just dodged a bullet.

I mean, what's this clown

know about bringing joy

to children anyway.

Uh, you ever hear of a snow day?

I know it's no hard-boiled egg,

but kids like what I do.

But none of them

believe in you, do they?

You see, you're invisible, mate.

It's like you don't even exist.

Bunny! Enough.

No, the kangaroo's right.

The what? What did you call me?

I'm not a kangaroo, mate.

Oh, and this whole time

I thought you were.

If you're not a kangaroo, what are you?

I'm a bunny. The Easter Bunny.

People believe in me.

Jack. Walk with me.

It's nothing personal, North.

But what you all do,

it's just not my thing.

Man in Moon says it is your thing!

We will see.

Slow down, would you?

I've been trying to bust in here for years.

- I want a good look.

- What do you mean, bust in?

Oh, don't worry.

I never got past the yetis.

Oh, hey, Phil.

Keep up, Jack, keep up!

Whoa! I always thought

the elves made the toys.

We just let them believe that.

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