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- MR. GONE NARRATES: Most of us inhabit at least

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.

Great.

Three whole weeks of salads, fruit and yogurt and I've gained

five pounds.

Oh, poop, screw it.

Maybe there's something in the fridge...something nice.

* I'm in love * With the school bus driver

- BOY NARRATES: Nothing ever happens to me.

I mean, I get up, I go to summer school for stupid

algebra, I work on my car.

Nothing.

Now I'm late for this CPR class.

I've gotta stop for gas that's about a thousand

degrees out.

That's nothing special.

I just wish something weird would happen.

- It would really shake my life up.

Not like what happened to Glorie, of course.

I went to see her at the hospital a couple of days ago.

It was kinda gross.

She's all bandaged up and can't talk good.

It made me feel bad.

She said they think they can save her fingers.

My Dad says it happened because she was a tramp.

I think he's full of it.

Things just happen, is all.

But not to me.

Hm, that's funny.

Huh?

I never noticed that.

Weird.

If I was to tug on this thing really hard...

- GONE & MAXX:

- Oh, I get it.

It's that guy's cape.

I was afraid I broke it.

Of course, now I've got two big guys fighting on the hood

of my car.

- Give it up, Br'er Lappin.

You know Julie Winters is the one I want.

She's...

...the strong one.

The one who pulls at your strings.

- What are you talking about?

And who the hell are you?

- You really don't remember anything important, do you,

Br'er Lappin.

I'm Mr. Gone, a student of the mystic arts.

Unfortunately, an untalented student or I wouldn't have to

keep shooting fools like you.

- Hey, put that down or I'll...

- Now surrender, hopping boy, or this charming young chippy

is added to my score.

You killed my hostage.

You killed my hostage!

You killed my hostage!!!

- Ouch.

- Never do that again.

Brother, nothing's easy.

Don't you lovely ladies have something you could be doing

right now?

- I believe, at this moment, you are late for a date

with destiny.

- Get out of this car at once and finish him!

- I, on the other hand, have a date with an angel.

- That was really smart how you realized that was my CPR dummy

in the back of my car.

Uh, you did realize that was my CPR dummy, right, Mister?

Right?

- Uh, dummy.

Uh, right.

- Well, it was nice meeting you.

- MAXX:

- He didn't say anything, but then he was pretty busy.

- MAXX:

- I guess he's the sort of guy things happen to all the time.

- MAXX:

Too...many.

Can't fight them all...

Blacking out...

Lost too much...

Blood...

Pain.

Must find...

Julie...ah...

Aha.

There, that should do nicely.

After all, we don't want the locals seeing Grannies clipped

to trash bins by their teeth, now do we.

- Escaped!

Ah, feels good to run and leap again, to feel the soft loam

under my heels, to know that I am King in this savage place.

But even a King must have his Jungle Queen.

If I can just find her, then everything will be

all right.

There she is...but changed.

- Bad doll.

- Even her voice is different.

- This is a bad doll.

It keeps telling me things I don't want to hear.

- What has happened to her?

- And if this bad doll doesn't shut up, I'm going to brush

its hair right out!

- I ran into your friend Maxx today, Julie.

He still hasn't got a clue that you're the key to all this.

I killed him of course.

Shot him and locked him in a dumpster with a handful

of dark Isz.

- They turn meat-eaters when you bring them over.

Did you know that?

Life is good.

- These little Iszes are pretty interesting.

Did you know that to humans they they appear as whatever

you dress them as?

That's why I set up shop in the old costume warehouse.

Pretty clever, huh?

Of course, the Bulldog Jar Rubber Factory upstairs

still smells of decaying rubber.

But I think that just adds to the ambiance, don't you?

Not that you're in any position to complain.

In fact, I can do anything to you I want.

- Oh, please.

Let me guess.

I'm supposed to be dressed as every cheerleader and Prom Queen

who ever turned you down for a date, and as I beg and

whimper, you finally achieve some sort of tawdry sexual

revenge.

Well, so much for that plan.

- Shut up!!

Now, where was I?

Oh, yes, Plan 2.

- Is all this baroque posturing supposed to scare me?

I mean, sure you can kill me, but so can every crackhead

on my block.

A tooth from one of those little monsters he keeps around.

Hm, must be sharp.

- Trust me, you will fear me.

- I doubt it.

You don't have a clue who I am.

- You think I don't know you.

I've stalked you.

- So, you see me as some Little Miss Perfect to be

seduced and disposed of.

Actually, I'm pretty flawed, you know.

I've got a fat stomach and chafe marks where my jeans

cut in, bad breath from eating the wrong stuff,

and my underarms are stubbly.

You, however, have a problem with women.

- How perceptive.

Did you figure that one out when I kidnapped you or when I tied

you up with leather straps?

Of course, I've got a problem with women!!

Everyone has a problem with women because women taunt

and tease, because they are attractive and they punish you

for being attracted.

You claim to be a pro-sex feminist, but would a feminist

of any stripe be so deliberately risk taking?

You dropped out of college, set up this freelance social

work of yours, started bailing people out of jail, trying to

reform them, surrounded by dangerous, desperate men,

and look where it's gotten you.

- So, it's my fault.

- I'm not the one who has underwear outside her clothes.

- This has nothing to do with the clothes I wear.

You broke into my house and kidnapped me.

You're twisted as a corkscrew and looking to find someone...

women, feminism, me... to blame it on.

Quit whining like a broken doll and get on with it.

- Are you sure that's what you want?

I can tell you things, Julie Winters...things you've

tried to forget, things about me, yourself, even the Maxx.

This whole elaborate fiction you've built up to protect

yourself from the truth.

Do you remember Spirit Animals, Julie?

Do you remember?

Do you remember where you were?

- This guy is telling me things I don't want to hear.

- What it looked like.

- And if it doesn't shut up I'm going to brush its head...

- You were never able to accept the other plain, Julie,

never able to...

- ...if this doll doesn't shut up.

- Instead, you hide in this fantasy.

- I'm gonna brush and brush until I brush off its...

- It's all in your... - Head.

- I awoke from the daydream of the wild place and teeth were at

my throat, so I awoke and slew.

But Julie is still kidnapped and the Jungle Queen is insane.

I didn't protect either of them.

- I failed.

- I wish it was time for "Cheers," but it's not.

It's time for vengeance.

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

mysteries of MTV's "Oddities."