The Kings of Summer Page #5

If you don't want

to do it, that's fine.

But...

Sure, yeah.

It's...

Yeah, so just like,

close your eyes, and yeah.

You got it.

Oh.

Okay, let's go.

Wait, what?

No, no, that was thunder.

Definitely a bad omen.

No, come on,

that was thunder.

That's a tree.

This is a rock.

Come on, man, it's nature.

It's not an omen.

Have some common sense.

- "Common sense"?

- It's not like a raven

told us to go away.

Yeah, we're doing this.

Oh, God.

Ready?

All right, let's unpack.

I came early.

Oh, sh*t.

Dude.

Oh, my God.

F***, yeah.

Patrick.

What the f...? Jesus.

- What time is it, man?

- Who cares?

We're out in the woods.

There's no time in the woods.

Let's go exploring.

- What?

- What?

You go outside

and you look at the...

the sun, and the higher

it is in the sky,

the later it is in the day.

"We do swear,

"under pain

of friendship lost,

"to never speak

"of this enterprise

to any adult,

"and to never betray

its location

"or its participants,

"and from this day forthwith

"to boil our own water,

"kill our own food,

build our own shelter

and be our own men."

All right, we need cool names

for everything.

Like, awesome,

mythical names.

- No, we don't.

- Or, uh...

The Trees of Destiny.

Oh!

- No.

- No! The map!

- So, Patrick's a wrestler?

- Oh, very good one.

- Yes, a good one.

- Very good wrestler.

So what's that,

Greco-Roman or arena?

Don't answer that.

Greco-Roman. What's arena?

Arena is pro.

Do you think

that Joe would run away

- to prove a point?

- Oh, hold on now.

We don't know

that they've run away.

I mean, there is

absolutely no reason

that Patrick would run away.

Not for Patrick to run away, no.

- Okay.

- You're right.

It's a classic kidnapping.

They took our children

and the canned goods and pasta.

All right, look,

I hate to admit it,

but Frank is right.

Right now, we have to assume

that these

are voluntary disappearances.

Wow. What do you know?

The police, always pushing

their pig Irish agendas.

Whoa.

Mrs. Keenan,

I assure you,

there is no other agenda

than to find your son right now.

No. The Irish

are the blacks of Europe.

The blacks of Europe.

- Oh, my God.

- Period.

- That's powerful stuff.

- That's not...

Okay, wow.

Sweetheart, I'm Irish, okay?

We're under a lot

of stress, Captain.

I'm sorry about...

You know Patrick

was our only boy.

- "Is."

- Did you know that?

- Yes, I do.

- Did you?

I'm well aware.

Listen, according

to the report,

$80 to $100 in food

and housewares is missing.

From the Toy house,

we are down a tool set,

grill utensils

and about $240 in cash.

Now, I presume

we're not pressing charges.

Frank, would you like

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