The Star Page #5

We must find this king at once.

I will set my scribes to the task.

In the meantime, I invite you to stay

in the palace as my royal guests.

No, no, that's not necessary, sire.

But, I insist.

Okay. That was sinister.

Yep. We're leaving.

We're not gonna do any slumber parties

with any evil shoe kings.

No, thank you.

Too late.

This new king is a problem.

Get rid of the problem.

The room was filled with magical light.

And then the angel said

that the child would be the new king.

New king?

And I thought,

"I'm not ready to be a mom."

But then I realized

the angel was talking to the lady.

Wait, wait. I'm not done.

That's usually everyone's favorite part.

Nice story, rat. Here's how it ends.

The end.

Rufus, spit it out.

We need that rat to talk.

I am not a rat.

-l'm a pygmyjerboa.

-What's a jerboa?

It is in the rodent family

but an entirely different species.

Rufus, enough. Spit it out.

l was just starting to

get a little bit of the flavor.

You've been telling this story

to every critter in Galilee.

Now it's our turn to hear it.

From the beginning.

From the beginning?

Okay. Well...

l was born in a sack of barley

somewhere in Capernaum.

Skip to the end! Who's the woman?

Her name is Mary. She lives in Nazareth.

But, please, don't hurt her.

-She's really nice.

-Don't worry.

We're harmless.

That's mine!

No.

Mary!

Looks like you're healed up.

Feeling better?

All I'm saying is it's unfair, you know,

to make all these people

drop everything for the census.

And for us to travel to Bethlehem,

especially in your condition.

Joseph, I'm not dying.

It's just a little road trip.

We'll be fine.

This feels right.

You know, Mary,

most donkeys have to work.

You are spoiling him.

She is spoiling you.

Hey, look at you.

-Your leg's all better.

-Hey, Dave.

All right, time to activate

Operation Kick Me Out.

What's your plan of attack?

First, I thought I'd let her finish

this belly rub.

Snap out of it!

A little bird named Methuselah

told me the royal caravan will be

passing through not too far from here.

We can catch them if we leave soon.

All right, let's get kicked out of here.

All packed up. Is the donkey ready?

Yes, his leg looks good as new.

Finally. Time for him to earn his keep.

All right, Bo, let's get you

hitched up to this cart

so you can take us to Bethlehem.

-Bethlehem?

-Bethlehem?

Not good, not good.

The royal caravan

is nowhere near Bethlehem.

Don't worry. He's gotta catch me first.

-Joseph, maybe if you just...

-Don't worry, Mary. I've got this.

Well, looks like you got me.

Come here!

-That looked like it hurt.

-It did.

-How was that?

-Bo, look out!

Come on. See?

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