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Link: Comic 168
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Title: Beaver and Steve go on holiday - part 6
Date: March 31, 2006
Summary: Beaver and Steve are eating breakfast while planning what to do next.
Number of panels: 6
Beaver and Steve are sitting at a table with various breakfast items.
Beaver: "Morning Steve! Did you get a good night's sleep?"
Steve: "Not really..."
A flashback of Steve lying awake in his bedroom at the night, surrounded by an alive closet, bed items and a lamp.
Closet: "Are you asleep yet?"
Lamp: "Sleeping is fun!"
Bed Duvet: "I know! Let's all sing the 3 AM song!..."
Beaver and Steve sit by the breakfast table, Beaver is holding a guide book and Steve is spreading jam on a slice of bread.
Beaver: "Oh well, as long as we're here, we may as well see the local attractions"
Bread with jam: "Tee hee! That tickles!"
Knife: "I love to spread!"
Jam-Bottle: "Giggle! And don't forget to put my lid back on when you're done!"
Steve waves the knife with a SLOPP. Beaver has laid down the book.
Beaver: "Oh look - there's a bus from this hotel that goes to pixie land museum. That should be interesting..."
Steve: "Museum? BORING."
Bread with jam: "WEE!"
Jam-bottle: "Heh heh... Seriously though. Don't forget the lid..."
Beaver holds the book up again.
Beaver: "Well let's see what else there is... ooh, this sounds good: 'The pixie land happy-fun festival of fun and happiness!"
Beaver: "Shall we go to that Steve?..."
Beaver has laid the book down again.
Steve is outside, running towards the museum bus with the jam lid in his hand.
Bread with jam: "Hee Hee Heeeee..."
Knife spreading jam on the table: "Spread! Spread!!"
Jam-Bottle: "He... He took my lid... Why? SOB! Why??"
[To be contd.]