The Star Page #6

Under control.

Joseph!

No, no, I'm okay.

You know what? We can walk to Bethlehem.

-No problem.

-Useless donkey.

-Nicely done.

-I thought so.

Did you see how I laid him out

on the ground?

Those caravan horses

have nothing on you.

-Okay, so now what?

-Easy.

All we have to do

is slip through the gate

when they're on their way out.

No, no, no, don't close the gate!

Don't worry. We'll be back soon.

I guess that was good-bye?

You're not gonna cry, are you?

Come on, we gotta figure out a way

to open this thing.

This is what I get

for having a friend who can't fly.

You know what? Gates were never

a problem before I met you.

There's gotta be something

we can use here.

There's that table,

that lumber, those tools.

A giant knife.

Hide!

Okay, Bo. What haven't you told me?

-You been making some new friends?

-No.

I bet the miller sent them

to bring me back to the mill.

-They left the gate open.

- | ' | | make a run for it.

Dave, you jump out

and create a distraction.

What? No. Terrible plan.

Why don't you make the distraction

and I run for it?

Because I'm the one trapped in here,

and you can y,

-as you like to keep telling me.

-All valid points.

I got a scent.

I smell a dog!

Thaddeus, there's definitely a dog here.

Yeah!

- | smell me.

-Hey! Scary dogs!

You guys here for the show?

-What show?

-What...

"What show," the silly dog asks.

You're adorable.

"The Dance of the Royal Dove,"

of course.

Played in Rome six years.

Great reviews.

Caesar saw it twice. Made him cry.

He won't admit that because,

you know, he's Caesar and all.

But he definitely cried like a baby.

-But I digress.

-We don't have time for this.

No! Wait! The show is about to start.

Okay. You can...

What are you doing? Don't watch me.

Yeah. This bird can dance.

No, guys. Guys, guys, guys, no,

this is the best part.

Okay, there you go. They're gone.

-Where's your owner?

-Yeah! Where's your owner?

Who, the miller? I don't know a miller.

My owner's a nice pregnant lady.

You would love her.

-That's her.

-Where is she?

Wait, you're looking for Mary?

Did I say "pregnant lady?"

I meant " '

mrller."

I'm just a mill donkey on vacation.

-Who's Mary?

-Keep talking.

Okay, that was pathetic.

Let me handle this, Bo.

-Guys, donkeys are stubborn.

-Yeah.

-He's not gonna tell you anything.

-Sorry, guys.

You would have to torture it out of him.

Wait, what?

-He didn't bandage himself.

-That's her scent.

Now we just gotta figure out

which way she went.

We'll tell her you said hello.

They left the gate open.

Okay. The royal caravan

is right this way.

We'll catch it in no time.

Wait. Where you going?

Dream is that way.

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