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Sam couldn't get her brother out of the Ink Thief's lair.

It was something to do with... Dimensions.

You've got all the power in the world, more than the Thief could ever steal.

Trouble is, you don't know how to use it.

You think you want to get away from problems.

What's wrong with that?

Problems are how we learn.

Problems are how we grow up.

Prick used to get into problems, not to run away from them.

Now, think about it. What's your problem?

That creep keeping my brother down there. Then learn about him. Find out

you're up against.

There's no free lunches, girl. Do your homework.

I hate homework.

You want James back.

I'll do homework.

What do I have to do?

For a start, you want to understand the thief.

See where he's coming from.

Move that trolley over to stack number .00BOO.

Not you, dog.

I'll be right back.

That's incredible.

What happened?

Well, you said to take the trolley to point O -O -B -O -O. So I followed the

signs and turned a corner and bang!

Floating book. No library.

You'll get used to it. It's a screwy decimal system.

Organises all the imagination in the book.

It does funny things for space and time.

And speaking of time, it's time to do your homework.

I hate that word.

Time.

Homework. Jim loves it. I hate it. There's nothing wrong with you two that

a bit like each other wouldn't fix.

Sit.

Dog and you.

Now,

inksies. Nothing wrong with your basic inksies. Good profession for a boy.

Bump. Whatever.

This one just made a small mistake and it got out of hand.

He's not really evil.

I hope he's not.

I'd have to get rid of him if he was evil.

I wouldn't be too happy about getting rid of him. Why?

He's nasty, he's selfish, he's horrible.

It's personal.

You don't have to know everything.

Well, you do, but... Anyhow, in he is.

Into the parlour, into the strange book. Come.

Doesn't he look like the ink thief?

And the place isn't so filthy.

Book showing you the thief before the present one.

They don't last long, sometimes only a few centuries.

Job wears them out.

You mean they get tired of being such horrible creeps? He's packing his tools

go to work.

Come on, see what ink thieving's all about.

I mean real ink thieving.

There's no need to whisper. He can't hear you.

That's René Descartes, well -known philosopher, said, I think, therefore I

Famous for it. Thinking, I mean.

Yeah. Da.

Oui. Si.

C 'est ça.

I stink, therefore I am.

That's the big one. Write it down.

I S -T -I -N -K, therefore... Hmm. I don't

know. Tough game, this philosophy.

I drink, I wink.

Drink sounds good.

Have a cup of tea.

Thanks. Don't mind if I do.

I think. I think that's it. I think, therefore, I am.

I knew stink wasn't right.

Look. It's the Mona Lisa.

It's Leonardo da Vinci.

He's painting the famous... frown.

Probably following the old thief.

She likes him.

So did I. He was really sweet, and he helped important people.

He helped everybody.

Children with their homework, grown -ups learning to read and write, everybody.

That's in Cleveland.

Then how come the creep down there is such a horrible, slimy, nasty creep?

Imagination. The greatest power there is.

Starts out as bumps, becomes ideas, and before you know it, you've got the whole

world. So?

So, if imagination is the greatest power, what would happen if someone

to steal it?

I don't think I want to know.

It wasn't so bad when it started.

The oob was worried about my brother.

About the new thief stealing power.

He wasn't very good at it. Not at first.

I still don't know what the oob is.

One thing at a time.

The first oob later.

A creep is born.

What?

Fools.

Idiots.

Imaginary boobies!

You offer them everything and they want nothing.

Look at that.

New style.

Power.

Oh, and as for this, the height of stupidity.

A machine for giving power to people as if they

didn't have enough already.

They're not imaginary.

They don't have to work their imaginations to the bone to get

happen out of nothing.

They run the world while we bump sweat over a hot imagination

so that there's a world for them to run.

Slaves, that's what we are.

We.

Did I say we?

No more.

Never again.

Time to turn things around, starting with this.

Plenty of imagination stored up in objects such as these.

But what if I did everything backwards?

Don't increase the imagination in things.

I steal the power from the imagination in things.

I put a book in the wrong end.

So... I run the machine backwards.

So... And... Oh,

yes.

Oh, yes, indeed.

Ambrosia.

No more absurd rules.

No more screwy deathable system.

Throw me out of the oomph!

They couldn't keep me in.

Lovely. Power.

One day you wake up an ink thief whose idea was that? Certainly not my idea of

good time.

You get a crummy toy shop.

A few thousand years of being nice to people.

And what did it for me?

After stinking loosely, nothing. Well, this is one bump that's gonna have it

all.

Oh, my cup runneth over.

Oh, here's to the epitome of style, charm,

and individual thinginess.

To me.

Oh, friends.

companions, servants, creatures who

do what I inky well tell them to do.

I run a machine, frighten visitors, thump bumps, appreciate

my wit and conversation.

Oh, yes, I think I like that.

Hello, kitty.

Nice kitty.

Poor little animals.

Bumps. They're bumps.

Poor little bumps.

Wicked.

We look like people.

Only you are a shrew.

Uh -oh.

Get back.

Pause for thought.

It's the king rat.

Salivation's your napkin.

I'm all people.

Tony the cat is our people. Oh, thank you, your bossness. I'll do anything you

ask. I ask, will you work for me?

Yes. Will you steal for me?

Yes. Will you fight the oob to the bitter end for me?

I'm your rat for that, your awfulness.

Old Tony is not very tough.

That is good points, though, for a cat.

Yes, such as?

Well, he's clumsy.

I ain't. And he's kind of stupid. I ain't. He is. I ain't. He is.

I ain't.

Don't listen to him, your bossness.

Toddy's a bad cat. I'll get that oob for you. I'll pounce it for you. I'll

stretch the scrunchles. I'll grovelize them.

I think

it's time somebody told me what the oob is.

You're spending the evening with them.

Watch this bit.

I see there's...

pile of artifacts.

Consider it seen.

Me too, I got eyes like a cat. Good.

Well, I stole those with my own interesting hands. Now you will steal

Books, paintings, anything with imagination in it. It'll all go into the

machine. And from it we will drain out power. A great deal of power. Enough

power to make us real.

I shall be a bump no more.

I shall be a man.

My fine rat will give the whole operation just the right quality of

While the cat, he can be some kind of, I don't know,

doomed servant.

I've seen the future.

And it is me.

They're acting like they're drunk.

It's easy to get drunk on power.

What's happening? Where are we?

Between time and space. I'm fast -forwarding the book.

Most of it is pretty boring.

The thief gets good at being the selfishness bomb. The servants get good

being nasty and stupid.

It's an old story, and I don't like it enough to watch the whole thing again.

It's time to call the oob.

Grab that trolley.

You're about to use the screwy desk system invented in 1885 by me, Letitia

Tiggle. I imagined this dress in the same year.

The system's been as dependable as the dress.

Organises the imagination.

The system, not the dress.

Goes right back to the beginning of time.

Big job organising, Thor, but it had to be done.

Only way to have an oob. You still haven't told me what the oob is.

I'm going to do better than telling you. I'm going to show you. Take the trolley

down the aisle and get books number .00B1, .00B7 and .00B43 to

60. Pay attention to the numbers and don't be distracted or frightened by

anything you may see or hear.

I'm not a total wimp, you know. I'm not going to get frightened of a corridor in

a library.

Good. If you pass through the one in ancient Sumeria, be careful of the clay

tablets. They break.

What?

Some of the libraries around the 6th century BC can be confusing, and the old

one on Mars is decidedly strange.

Not to worry. Just stick to the numbers and you'll be all right. Get the books

and get right back.

6th century?

Mars? What are you talking about?

It's the system.

Time and space go a bit screwy, thus the name.

Watch the numbers.

What would happen if we were to throw the whole book in? I think it would wipe

out the whole shop.

The instructions are very clear. It's only this page.

And to think it was there all the time.

How could I have possibly missed it?

The writing's almost inside the binding. I only noticed it because of the dot to

think.

Tell them all the dotted line.

The opposite page gives the instructions.

It will use... off an awful lot of power, but it turns power into powers.

You'll be able to do the most amazing...

Wait.

It's the oob.

It's meeting to stop us.

It's using the other books.

Strange one.

Oh, I love a good flyback.

Oh, the oob gathers to destroy us, and when they come, they find.

Superb!

Oh, come, Jim, let's do it. Toddy, the machine.

Yeah!

Bumpy ride for Bump Bucks.

I got a little lost, but I found Dog, and here is the book.

Good. They're the board director.

Can't make decisions without them. Wish I could sometimes, but there you have

it.

Row them into the pond.

Dog, see that everyone is seated comfortably, won't they?

The ninth, squillionth and third meeting of the board directors of the official

organisation of bumps is hereby called to order.

Official organisation of... bumps?

That's right.

O -O -B.

What do you mean?

Oh, look.

Dog.

Don't do that.

What are you doing?

What are you having with this?

Dog, what's your name?

Quiet, please.

Quiet,

please.

On behalf of the board... What's that?

Oh, Lutetia.

Many thanks on behalf of the board.

Glad you could come.

Wake me if anything exciting happens, won't you?

Thank you for sharing that, Bumpass.

Now, as I was saying, I welcome you all to this extraordinary general meeting of

the board directors of the official organisation of Bump.

We are here today to... deal with a renegade bump and a great danger to our

organization, to the world, and to himself.

And to my brother.

And to Samantha's brother.

Finally, and not a moment too soon, we are going to deal with the Inksies.

You all drink and tank on power, don't you?

I am not.

Well, I'm in veteran.

I'm working on it.

That should be plenty.

Now the page.

Jello him.

Oh,

that's pretty fair.

what you dreamed of