The Rocket Page #3

Your kid is bad!

Here! Burn it all!

Let's burn it!

Make them pay!

As of today, I'm the second most hated

person in this village.

But first prize is yours.

Come here, little soldier.

What's wrong with this place,

they're all crazy.

My hometown was paradise.

Food, water, lots of land.

Nothing like this... squabbling.

Doctor Whiskey, our true friend.

Father.

Maybe we should all move in here.

Those outlaw bastards.

They're accusing me...

of using your son

to steal electricity for my home.

They want someone to hurt

as much as they do.

Your son is the pertect scapegoat.

Pardon the expression.

Here.

They'll search every vehicle

that leaves the village.

Every vehicle...

except one.

This is the last time.

No more live bombs.

Boom!

Not a good place to be

with a bad luck twin like me.

Where do we plant them now?

The mangoes... here? Ahlo?

They won't last forever.

Uncle Purple's old home.

Paradise.

Fertile soil.

Can grow anything.

Mangoes too, Dad.

At Uncle's old home.

Paradise sounds good.

Here's your road. We go straight on.

What's there?

Chomsavan town.

Big rocket competition.

We're going to compete.

- Rocket festival?

- No!

Not on a bomb can't

to some rocket festival.

We'll go to Purple's village.

Plant the mangoes.

C'mon... give me money.

C'mon.

Let's go.

Lucky bastard goat!

Even you get a ride.

Mother, you don't have to do this.

I'm 68 years old, Toma. I want a home.

Looks like our home village.

Hurry up!

Where is everyone?

People around here

passed through, don't worry.

Our village welcomes everyone.

There.

But where is everyone?

Moved on, you know.

Pick a house. Have two if you like!

So much land.

Soon it'll rain, Dad.

Then plant Mom's mangoes.

Go, go, you two!

Find me something to eat.

- I'll have this one!

- I'll have that one!

That one's like my old home!

This one!

Ahlo, where are you?

What gifts do you bring?

Place them there.

Poo... Something smells rotten.

Come on!

Show me what you got!

Smash it to pieces!

Come on, give me all you got!

Can't lose. Come on!

Bigger one!

Give me a big one!

Come, come on!

Uncle, we're just playing!

Why'd you stop us?

- Let go of Kia!

- It hurts, let go!

- Come here!

- Let go of Kia!

Down!

Get off!

- What just happened? Huh?

- Oh...

The bombie.

See... looks edible, doesn't it?

But inside... crammed

with hundreds of bullets.

Then...

Boom!

So, picked a house yet?

Which one you like?

This place stinks of death.

Tomorrow... we go to Chomsavan.

Ahlo!

From one soldier...

to another.

For you.

Wake up, Uncle, wake up.

Go away...

That bomb crater suits him.

Come on, leave him there.

Drunken fool.

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