Trailer Park Boys: Countdown To Liquor Day Page #3

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Get off me, Randy!

You need to calm down!

Lahey!

Get those clippers away from me!

The clippers are touching me!

Get them away from me!

I think it's caught in my hair.

Just wait.

My God... Don't tug it.

Don't move.

It hurts!

Bubs? I'm gonna have to turn it on.

Don't turn it on!

I'll have to turn it on

to get it out, Bubs.

Just relax, it won't hurt.

Lahey!

What did you do?

Nothing, Bubs. It looks great.

It's okay.

What did you do?

Didn't cut you a bit, Bubs.

What the f*** did you do?!

It's perfect.

Look, there's no need to crack

the sh*t crust over this.

You f***ed up my hair!

Bubs, it's not that bad!

I was an accident.

Yeah?

You just wait, fucky!

You wait till Ricky and Julian see this.

Bubbles... it wasn't our fault.

It was an accident.

It was an accident, was it?

That was an accident, too.

I'm as blue as I can be

Blue on blue

Cocksuckers...

Heartache on heartache

Blue on blue

Now that we are through

F***...

Blue on blue

Heartache on heartache

And I find I can't get over

losing you

Hello...?

Hello.

Hi, there.

What's going on here?

These guys are following me

around all the time.

Don't worry about them.

My name's Bubbles.

I'm from Sunnyvale Trailer Park.

I think you have some of my kitties.

Sunnyvale? Right.

Could you please take a seat?

Certainly.

Jenny?

Yeah?

The gentleman from the trailer park

is here. Could I see those files?

Just a sec.

Files?

You have files on my kitties?

Hi.

Right. So we had a few phone calls.

Very agitated phone calls from...

Mr. Lahey was concerned

about the welfare of your animals.

They were probably drunk calls

more than agitated.

Well... I think concern was making him

a little incoherent.

We collected 27 cats.

Now, of those, 21 had to be spayed

or neutered,

they were all full of fleas.

They all had to be needled.

They were in very poor condition.

They were showing signs

of malnutrition.

We don't condone neglect.

She started giving me the gears

that I don't take care of my kitties,

and this and that,

and I tried to explain to her:

Look. I had it figured out.

I built a food mountain.

And calculated how much time

I'd be away

and it was all gonna work,

but Mr. Lahey f***ed it up!

Point being...

that makes me a neglector.

I know, you're right.

Can I just get them?

I'll take them right now.

No. I'm afraid not.

$127 a cat times 27, you come up

with that and you can have your cats.

Jenn? Could you do a

run-up to Horton's?

Yeah.

Thanks.

Hey!

Come in after hours to see your cats.

Julian!

F***!

Where's Ricky? He didn't get out?

No. He got out.

I didn't think it'd be this bad!

What the f*** is Ricky doin'?

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