The Rocket Page #4

I can't.

I promised my father...

I would look after my uncle.

I can't leave him.

Two days to go, ladies and gentlemenl

Biggest rocket competition yet.

Big cash prizes for the winner.

Yes, it's the Rocket Competitionl

Ahlo! Come quick.

Big cash prizes, ladies and gentlemenl

- Hello.

- Hello.

I'm very sorry.

Many people want to live here,

but no one is allowed.

You better leave.

Enjoy our rocket competition

day after tomorrow, but after that...

Uncle, is there a prize for the winner?

Ahlo, he's the village chief.

We really need rain this year.

We fire rockets to the sky,

to ask for rain...

Bat sh*t...

If you make explosives from it...

BOOM! Sh*t-hot explosives...

from bat sh*t.

No matter what, you can't live here.

- Two days, then leave.

- Crazy man.

I want to build a rocket.

If we win, we can buy some land.

Here, go buy a big bag of rice.

Go, go.

- I want to build a rocket!

- You're such a boy!

- I want to build a rocket!

- You're such a boy!

Is it hard?

Not really. Lots of explosives though.

The body, the tail.

- And then?

- The fuse.

Ready?

He was making a huge rocket,

that young monk.

What's he doing with the hair?

Why are the sky gods so angry?

No rain for so long now.

Ah, excellent clipping! Check this out.

Oh yes, that's great, very good.

Now stick it on, nice and hairy,

like this.

Then point it up like this,

and just shoot!

Right up into the gods' ass!

Ahlo, your rocket better be big.

Dick committee.

I'll eat you before you get my rice!

That's it? Where's the change?

I want to build a rocket.

Looks delicious.

Careful!

Explosives.

You want to blow our heads off?

I want to build a rocket.

If we win,

we'll get big cash prizes, Dad.

We can buy land, a house.

Even somewhere for mangoes.

No!

Forget the mangoes,

they're going rotten.

Tomorrow... we go on to the city.

Many factories there.

Jobs for all of us.

No, a rocket, Dad!

Big bunch of money, Dad.

Better than a factory.

Please Dad, let me build it.

No way, you'll kill us all!

Toma.

If you can build a bong,

you can build a rocket.

You must build the rocket.

Dad, tell Grandma I can help.

- Dad you chicken sh*t!

- You...

You desecrate people's shrines!

You nearly got us killed

by those bombies.

And your mother...

Your mother... you...

You're no help at all!

I'll build my own!

I hate you!

I'll build my own rocket!

Too green, too heavy...

Too crooked,

not straight.

All useless!

How about this one?

It's all right to cry.

What if I make people die?

You think I'm a ghost?

Right. Not a ghost.

Keep it.

Look, Ahlo, lychee tree.

Mom...

It's just a funeral ceremony, Ahlo...

Our mothers aren't coming back.

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