Seven Dwarfs Page #2

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annoyed with you...

but she basically...

hates your guts.

Really? Now what?

Well, what do you think?

Oh, I see. You want me to vanish.

The bridge has to go.

It's the only way into the forest.

Let's hear some constructive ideas.

I'd say...

- What's the problem, boys?

This is a piece of cake.

I'll get my nitroglycerine cocktail...

and, bang, it's gone. Like the time

we went fishing last year.

Okay, it still needs some fine tuning.

I thought it was fun.

Cloudy, stop slapping Bubi around.

That's my job.

The dollhouse

is all we found of the slut.

What?

- Slut!

Butt! Good idea. Put out the butt.

Now I want to see the hunter or else:

A black eye!

Hunter or black eye!

Black eye, not black guy!

Morning.

Hunter. Where is your bloodhound?

Say what?

- The bloodhound, woolly-faced one.

She wants Brutus.

Listen, hunter...

Snow White...

Who?

Could someone please...

turn off these stupid trumpets?

Oh. Right.

Bring me that b*tch, hunter.

Snow White.

Dead.

No. Better yet:
Alive!

Uh-huh. Not dead?

Oh no, beardo.

For there is a fate worse than death.

Whoa.

That's it.

I've had it, time for plan B!

KEEP OU:

I've got something as well.

The excitement is killing me.

Smells weird. What's that?

- My catapult.

Boring!

Everyone who wants to cross the bridge

gets a full load.

I'll show you a catapult!

- That's so boring.

He's not laughing.

He must really be bored.

Go play in the forest.

Not too far! I'm about to make dinner.

- Go as far as you can.

This is the trigger-triggering-cord.

It triggers the trigger.

You just pull the horseshoe.

It was working fine yesterday.

Oh boy!

I can't watch this.

Give me the damn thing.

That wasn't by any chance?

Freshly harvested this morning.

I look like a pig.

True. And you're covered in muck.

First I muck everything up,

and then I have to clean it, too.

It's just not fair.

Speedy! The soap!

One day they'll thank me.

Thank you!

I knew it!

Screw this.

Stop! Hold it right there.

Don't come any closer.

- Whoa.

I am one of the infamous dwarves.

A dwarf?

I thought dwarves were smaller.

Yes. Of course.

That's it.

Smaller.

I knew I was doing something wrong.

- Moron.

Stop! Cut it out!

We're supposed to be chasing tail.

Who are you?

- Who are you?

I asked first.

Who are you? I'm a dwarf.

Another one. At least

you're smaller than the last one.

Have you seen a girl run by here?

Skin as white as the fallen snow?

- Yes.

And lips as red as blood?

- Yes.

And hair as black as ebony?

- Yes.

Nope, sure haven't.

I see.

Well then. Keep your eyes peeled.

Snow White. What kind of name is that?

We'll catch her.

Brutus can catch anything.

The other day he caught rabies.

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