Zappa Page #3

- You think so? No, let me try.

- Now watch.

Step right this way, ladies and gentlemen.

Place your bets.

Look at all the fine prizes

you can win.

Step right this way.

Last chance to place your bets.

- Number 15 for me.

- Number 15.

Now let's see who the lucky one is.

It's number 15!

Take your choice from the top shelf.

Yes, you, young man.

What would you like?

Look, I won a Moroccan cushion.

What the hell are you gonna use that for?

To put my feet on.

If you don't give it to me,

I'll come up and get it!

- You just stay there.

- It's for my mother!

Quiet, Mulle. No reason to raise a racket.

You don't wanna get kicked out of the gang, do you?

I don't think it's fair.

I just won it.

My mom always wanted one like that,

and now you've taken it.

Come on, Mulle. Don't start with that.

If you really want it so bad...

It's my cushion, for Christ's sake!

Nope. Right now it's the gang's.

But if you eat this...

Take a look, Mulle.

How can I eat that?

You wanna be in the gang, right, Mulle?

Sh*t, man.

You want your cushion, right?

Be a man.

Open your mouth.

That's it.

Swallow it. The whole thing.

Mulle!

That's disgusting!

Mulle won a Moroccan cushion.

Mulle, wait.

- What is it?

- Where are you going?

Bjrn and me are gonna get some ice cream.

- I don't give a sh*t.

- Yes, you do, Mulle. Come on.

Mulle!

You're too much.

Mulle, can't you take a little joke?

Bjrn!

Are you coming, Bjrn?

She earns a lot of bread, the candy lady.

Even gets to eat all the ice cream she wants.

Imagine all that money.

Where do you think she hides it?

Probably buries it.

Every night after closing up shop,

she rides home on her bike with all the money.

She just needs a little push on her bike.

Then the money's ours.

Wouldn't it be nice to have

a little fun with that money?

I was thinking of a

little boat trip to Sweden.

- How does that sound, Mulle?

- A boat to Sweden?

Yes, but we need some

bread to have fun, right?

I'm just taking

a little fish food, Dad

It's a cinch.

Don't you see?

Just make her fall off her bike

and the money's ours.

Who's gonna push her?

Mulle, of course.

You want to do it yourself?

- No, but Mulle...

- Stop it.

It's just the job for Mulle.

Which one shall it be?

What are you doing?

Looking for the right one.

Doesn't it eat ordinary fish food?

-Zappa? You must be off your rocker.

He needs live food.

Good thing I'm not a guppy.

Look how still he is.

As if he didn't give a sh*t.

Now he's perked up,

but it's too late.

Zappa . . . Zappa. . .

are you hungry?

Are you afraid of him?

Of who?

Zappa.

Come on, Zappa.

Zappa!

You'll have to explain everything to him

so we're sure he understands.

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