Slappy and the Stinkers Page #4

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- I don't think he wants to jump.

If we had time, I could build a block

and tackle and swing him down.

- Got any more fish?

- Oh, yeah.

Come on, Slappy!

Come on, Slappy, come on!

I think we killed him.

- Nope. He's alive.

- Better get him into some water quick.

I got it. Mr Brinway's hot tub.

- Are you crazy?

- No. Think about it.

It's close by, he doesn't come home

till late and nobody lives there.

Who'd wanna live with Mr Brinway?

- Come on, Slappy, we're in a hurry.

- Come on, Slappy.

- What's he doing?

- It's the fertiliser.

- He smells fish.

- Yeah.

Come on, Slappy!

There's no fish here.

We'll feed you later.

Boo!

- Look, Slappy. Water, just like home.

- No, it's too hot.

And he's probably used to salt water.

- Perfect!

- Come on, Slappy.

Go in and we'll get you some more fish.

Yeah!

Guys, we got trouble.

There's no more F-I-S-H

in the freezer.

This is scary. I think he can spell.

Ahoy, me hearty.

OK, I got five orders of fries and

48 orders of raw fish.

- That's how you want it?

- Yeah. We'll cook it ourselves.

Well, have it your way.

That'll be $155.45.

Oh, charge it to my good old dad,

Morgan Brinway.

Oh, and give yourself a big fat tip.

Guys, I hate to mess up

a good time...

No, you love messing up a good time.

We gotta get to school. It's almost 5.00.

My mom will have a cow

if I'm not there.

Slappy, stay. We'll be back real soon.

- What about Mr Brinway?

- He never leaves right away.

I'm leaving early today, Harriet.

Ow. Ow!

- Everything hurts.

- Maybe your little shirt is too tight.

- Very observant, Harriet.

- You should go home.

Sit in your hot tub and relax.

That's precisely what I'm going to do.

That is one big gopher hole.

Mr Brinway? Mr Brinway...

That's close enough, Roy.

We got a big problem here. We got

a giant gopher on the grounds.

- Really?

- Yeah. I need more gopher bombs.

I'll try to get him tonight.

I may have to go hand-to-hand

with him. He's really big.

How big?

Based on the length of the trench

he dug, I'd say at least

five, six feet long.

Oh. A six-foot gopher.

- Yeah.

- They're a real problem around here.

Them and those 50-foot

killer chipmunks.

50-foot chipmunks?

Nah.

No way.

Not now, Gordon.

Daddy's got a headache.

And this ridiculous little shirt

isn't helping.

Wow, that is a man-sized bark

you've got there, Gordon.

Come here, you.

Come to Papa.

Come here, sit on Daddy's lap.

Gordon Brinway,

are you getting a cold?

I hope not.

You're my best little buddy.

Gordon...breath mints.

Gordon, thank you, I'm fine.

You'll give me your cold.

Ice cubes?

That darned ice-cube maker is

spitting ice cubes on its own again.

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