The Star Page #4

We three kings

Of Orient are

Bearing gifts

We traverse afar

Field and fountain

Moor and mountain

Hang on!

-Following yonder star

-Cyrus! Deborah!

Come on, guys! Wait up!

I expected a left turn two deserts ago.

I'm dying back here!

I can't believe

we passed that last oasis.

-l'm getting thirsty.

-Lost!

These wise guys are lost.

Wise men don't get lost, Felix.

So you're saying they know

where this birthday party is?

And what makes you so certain

it's a birthday party?

Here we go.

Have you seen the presents

these guys are bringing?

Gold, myrrh, frankincense.

Could be a baby shower.

-You bring gifts to a baby shower.

-Baby shower?

What is a baby gonna do

with frankincense, silly camel?

It's a birthday party.

Baby shower.

-Birthday party.

-Baby shower.

Birthday party.

-Baby shower.

-Birthday party!

What if it's not a party at all?

What if we're on our way

to do something important like,

I don't know, meeting the Son of God?

Deborah's crazier than a box of rocks.

I believe the expression is,

"Dumb as a box of rocks."

You ever shake a box of rocks?

They sound crazy.

You're westward leading

Still you're proceeding

Guide us to the light

So floridly written.

It makes one wonder how the emperor

has so much time

for counting his subjects.

But if Caesar decrees a census,

then a census he will get.

Send the royal guard to round up

every man and woman.

-Sire.

-Let the counting of the sheep begin.

Your Majesty, three magi

bearing gifts for the king.

Hold it right there, camels.

I bet they can

play that game we made up.

That was fun. What was it called again?

"How High."

On three. One, two...

Three!

-How high?

-Camel high.

Your gifts are unexpected,

though not unwelcome.

Your Majesty,

these gifts are not for you.

Yes, they're for the new king.

-What new king?

-The one foretold by the star.

I knew it.

It's a birthday party for the new king.

No, no. I'm pretty certain

it's a baby shower.

Or maybe they're referring

to the coming Messiah.

The Son of God.

Okay, now I'm starting

to worry about her.

Deborah, are you okay?

How many hooves am | holding up?

Now bring in my scribes.

There is a prophecy.

What are they saying?

I can't make it out, but it's something

about the king of the... Shoes?

King of the shoes?

That's what this is about?

-That can't be right.

-Look!

Look! Dude has gold slippers.

King of the shoes, no doubt.

That, Felix, is money and no taste.

Can we move past the shoes?

-I think...

-Look at that guy.

-You see him?

-He's just the royal dog walker.

Trust me. Felix, I know these things.

What? Dog walker?

He's like a nightmare wearing a helmet.

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