Snow Dogs Page #3

You can't get hit by thunder.

Now, pay attention.

"Now, I led a simple life

"so don't expect too many

goodies to be bequeathed.

"First, to Peter Yellowbear

"my neighbour and

fellow snow golfer

I leave my lucky putter."

Yeah!

"But don't expect it

to improve your game.

"Next...

"to Barb

"my dear friend

and boss

"I give my shearling coat...

"which kept me warmer

than any man ever did."

You don't have to talk to it

in the morning.

"And

"to my son

"Ted Brooks

"I'm sorry you never

knew me

"but to you I leave the rest

of my worldly possessions.

I wish it were more."

Oh...

"And to Thunder Jack

"I leave my outhouse

and all its contents."

"Now, in conclusion,

I just want to say thanks

"to all you misfits

"outcasts

"and just plain weirdos.

"You made living

in this icebox fun.

"If I end up in heaven

"I'll put in

a good word for you.

"And if I end up

down below

well, at least it's warm."

To Lucy!

To Lucy!

Great gal.

To Lucy.

It's hard to breathe

at this altitude, huh?

Eh, you'll get used to it

after a week or so.

Oh, no, I'm not planning

on being here that long.

I'm just going

to poke around

get a feel

for this Lucy

maybe inventory

her valuables.

Valuables?

You obviously

didn't know her.

So, is that

all you want...

is to pawn off

all her stuff?

Well, do I owe her more

than that?

Huh! She pawned off

her kid.

Don't talk about

Lucy like that.

You don't know

anything about her.

Is that my fault?

Never mind.

Forget it.

Wow.

Come on, I'll

show you around.

Oh, uh, no, thanks.

I think I want to go alone.

- 'Kay.

- Okay.

One ceramic lamp.

With a tacky shade.

One very dirty throw rug.

Yeah... and...

"Arctic Challenge

third place."

Hey!

Where did you come from?

Nobody said anything

about Lucy having a dog.

Of course, no one said anything

about her having a son, either.

Oh, you're hungry, huh?

Well, go tell whoever it is

that feeds you.

All right.

Let's go see if we can find you

some chow.

Nope.

In here?

Where's the dog food?

Not in here.

No dog food.

Oh!

Oh...

Oh, oh! Oh, oh!

Oh, oh!

Oh, oh...

Oh!

Oh, oh!

Oh!

Get back!

Back!

Back!

Ha, ha!

Back!

Aah!

Uh-oh.

Oh, ho!

Nice doggy.

Nice doggy.

Aah! Trouble. Aah!

Stop it!

Let go! Let go!

Aah! No, not the jacket!

No, doggies!

Hey, I come in peace!

Stop it!

Ha, ha, wait, that tickles.

Aah! Oh, no!

Okay, wait! Aah, get off!

Let me go!

Stop that!

G-Give me the door!

Aah!

Any more surprises?

Huh?

Whoa! Whoa!

Where's those dogs?

What?

The dogs, where are they?

They're eating the house.

Wait!

Wait a minute!

Oh, you can't go in there!

This one dog is possessed.

He's dangerous.

Demon.

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