Chapter 5 — Page 12
“How much for the boy?” That should give you a Blues Brothers flashback. Not what I had intended, but I suspect it was lurking in my unconscious mind when I wrote that dialog.
Anyway, I am back. I have had a busy couple of weeks. Sure, I took time off from drawing Fetch, but I drew something last week anyway. I hope you enjoyed my indulgence in Star Trek fanfic/satire. I have never written fanfic for any franchise, but if I did, ST would be in the running.
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PANEL ONE: Pooka, Owen and Fetch are inside the building. Owen and Fetch see a buffet table full of fruits, a roast pig, and roast beef.
POOKA: Ah, here we go. This is the interior courtyard.
FETCH: Food! Feeling hungry?
OWEN: Yes, but ….
PANEL 2: They approach a buffet table. Fetch picks up an apple.
FETCH: Relax. You’re under my protection. All I have to do is touch the food first and hand it to you. Then it’s safe.
OWEN: You sure?
FETCH: 100%
PANEL 3: Owen takes the apple, about to eat it, when a courtier approaches.
OWEN: Okay, I’ll give it a sh-
COURTIER: My, what have we here?
PANEL 4: A group of three courtiers in Regency Era formal wear surround Owen. One of them, a lady elf, addresses Fetch.
COURTIER 1: A human child!
COURTIER 2: Where did it come from?
COURTIER 3: How much for the boy?
FETCH: He’s not for sale!
PANEL 5: Courtier 3 titters into his fan. Owen beseeches Fetch, who grabs his hand.
COURTIER1: Nonsense! Everyone has a price!
OWEN: Fetch!
FETCH: Take my hand! Under here!
PANEL 6: The courtiers look around confused, while Fetch and Owen hide under the buffet table.
COURTIER 1: Where did he go?
COURTIER 2: It was just here!
COURTIER 3: I’ll find him!
OWEN: Seriously?
FETCH: Not very observant, our elves.
POOKA: Ah, here we go. This is the interior courtyard.
FETCH: Food! Feeling hungry?
OWEN: Yes, but ….
PANEL 2: They approach a buffet table. Fetch picks up an apple.
FETCH: Relax. You’re under my protection. All I have to do is touch the food first and hand it to you. Then it’s safe.
OWEN: You sure?
FETCH: 100%
PANEL 3: Owen takes the apple, about to eat it, when a courtier approaches.
OWEN: Okay, I’ll give it a sh-
COURTIER: My, what have we here?
PANEL 4: A group of three courtiers in Regency Era formal wear surround Owen. One of them, a lady elf, addresses Fetch.
COURTIER 1: A human child!
COURTIER 2: Where did it come from?
COURTIER 3: How much for the boy?
FETCH: He’s not for sale!
PANEL 5: Courtier 3 titters into his fan. Owen beseeches Fetch, who grabs his hand.
COURTIER1: Nonsense! Everyone has a price!
OWEN: Fetch!
FETCH: Take my hand! Under here!
PANEL 6: The courtiers look around confused, while Fetch and Owen hide under the buffet table.
COURTIER 1: Where did he go?
COURTIER 2: It was just here!
COURTIER 3: I’ll find him!
OWEN: Seriously?
FETCH: Not very observant, our elves.
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