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two worlds...the real world, where we're at the mercy of

circumstance, and the world within, the unconscious,

a safe place where we can escape.

The Maxx shifts between these worlds...against his will.

Here, homeless, he lives in a box in an alley.

The only one who really cares for him is Julie Winters,

a freelance social worker.

But in Pangaea, the other world, he rules the Outback

and is the protector of Julie, his Jungle Queen.

- There, he cares for her.

But he always ends up back in the real world.

And me, old Mr. Gone...

Only I can see that the secret which unites them

could destroy them.

I could be helpful.

Ah, screw it!

I think I'll have some fun with them, first.

- MAXX NARRATES: interesting species of predator

and prey sheltered within the broad grassy spaces and massed

granite tarns of the Outback.

One of these is the Outback Slug.

It can leap nearly a quarter mile straight into the air.

But it has never mastered the ability...

to land.

- It has no predators.

It is just stupid.

On the other hand, the Great Northern Crabbit

can land and jump.

But is has a natural enemy... the Isz.

The Isz can jump and land and has no predators.

Unless you count...

Me!

- REPORTER: The 12th victim of the man known as Mr. Gone

and the cops are baffled.

How can we stop this murdering thug?

How can we...

- JULIE NARRATES: As we walk back home, my mind wanders

across all the lonely, misguided people in this

dark city.

Lots of other people could use my help, but somehow I always

come back to old Maxx.

Geez, the poor guy doesn't have a clue.

- CREATURE: Oh...

- JULIE: Every time he gets into trouble...

- MAN IN WINDOW:

- JULIE: He goes into this, "in another world I was

protecting my Jungle Queen" crap.

Can't blame the guy, though.

If I was a purple homeless guy, I guess I'd reduce my social

worker to a bikini-clad jungle bimbo who needs my help, too.

At least in his dreams, he's some kind of superhero.

- JULIE: Boy, this city's full of people who are experts at

avoiding reality...and with good reason.

- JULIE: I'm not sure any of us wants to know what goes

on out there at 3:00 a.m.

in some stink-ridden alley.

God-knows-who doing god-knows-what.

Best not to think about it.

Just push it down and go on.

- JULIE: Maxx thinks I'm an extremist, but come on.

Guys are saying that sometimes "No" means "Yes."

- JULIE: And, honestly, sometimes it does.

But I don't think any guy that's pulled himself off a crying

woman has been confused for a second about what she wanted.

- JULIE: Maxx thinks I'm heartless, too, and maybe I am.

Or maybe I care too much.

But I have my fortress, warm and dry...far away from

the twisted city below.

- MAXX: They come out of the ground, pulling me down.

I have to fight back or be destroyed!

Then I wake up.

As usual, it was all a dream.

- Ally-oop, snooks.

It's almost night.

This is my house, not a hotel.

I got you a coat and hat so you won't be quite so conspicuous.

Not that being large, purple, and violent isn't a good

disguise.

- You got any toast?

- JULIE: Somebody once said, a liberal is a conservative

who's never been mugged.

A few years ago, I wouldn't have laughed.

But, today, I'm not so sure.

- So, Glorie, where'd you get the knife?

- From my Pop...for protection.

He says it's dangerous around here.

- Oh.

So, what do you wanna do while the jackets dry?

- I dunno.

I feel really existential today, like Darby O'Gill and the Little

People or something.

Huh?

Hey, Tommy, cut it out, okay!

Just 'cause we're dryin' our jackets together doesn't mean

you get touching privileges.

Get us some cokes, 'kay?

And cool off.

- Sure, Glorie.

Geez, don't get mad.

- Doof.

Huh?

Who's there?

- MR. GONE NARRATES: I can feel the machines begin to

leap and belch in my presence.

I can hear the beating of her heart.

She is like a small, delicious slug.

I have only to close my hand to possess her.

- Hi, Honey, I'm home.

- TOMMY: Listen, Glorie, if you're always going to send

me out to buy cokes and burgers and stuff, then were goin'

steady.

Yeah, that's what I'll say.

And if we're going steady, then that means...

Glorie?

Oh, wow.

Oh...

- JULIE: Try not to get into any fights, okay, Maxx?

- MAXX: Yesterday, that woman I was trying to save was

attacked.

It said so on the news.

I should do something about that.

- Spoken like a true fanatic.

A few women who can't take care of themselves get messed with

and you ride to the rescue.

- Who are you to assume responsibility for their lives?

- I am the Maxx.

Answer your phone.

- Hello?

- MALE VOICE:

The others cry out for you, Julie Winters.

Their screams of agony are the kisses that I place along

your neck.

- That's very interesting.

Tell me more.

Doubtless one of your friends in the Police Department has tapped

this line.

No matter.

I'm having a servant of mine place this call.

- Hey, don't I know that guy?

What's he doing with two phones and why doesn't anyone else

notice he's only a foot and a half high?

- MAXX:

He's one of those underground things from my dream...only black

and faster.

Rats, too narrow.

But it's slowing him down, too.

Maybe enough for me to cut around and nab him.

Now, easy...

- Crap, didn't know they could jump.

Gotcha!

Now what do I do with him?

- Don't jump at me, you little...

Gone!

Damn!

But if he can bite through steel, why is he running away

from... Crap!

- Greetings, Br'er Lappin.

Who the hell are you?

- Amazing.

You really don't remember any of it...not the girl or the Isz

or the blood lust...

or me!

- Then it wasn't all a dream.

Unless I'm dreaming now.

- Too bad.

I normally hate killing amnesiacs.

- Oh, god...

Now I remember.

It was all coming back to me.

I can feel the hot sun on my back skin and the grasses under

my toes.

Those little creatures were Isz, but twisted and changed by being

moved to this world.

- True enough.

Too bad you'll be eaten before you have the chance to mutter

this to anyone.

- Damn, still talking out loud.

- MAN: Safe home, dear friends, and come again, to behold the

mysteries of MTV's "Oddities."