Oh!
Ahhhh!
Counterfeit Cat!
Hmm?
Eep!
Oof!
What is that dog with those eyes doing here?!
Ugh, those eyes!
Oh, he's staying with us
while his owner, Wilma, is away.
Look! The place is full of his stuff!
Why are you so afraid of him?
He's just a fun, cuddly dog with weird teeth
and a cool breathing thing.
He's always staring at me!
He isn't always staring at you.
You just think he's always staring at you!
Hmm.
Ooh! Idea!
Close your eyes, and you won't see him staring at you!
Okay...
Ooh.
Agh! He's been staring at me so long
it's burned through my eyelids!
No, it hasn't, Max!
Do you see what I mean now?!
He's obsessed with me!
He's not.
If I stand in front of him,
he'll look at me.
Oh.
¶ Someone's got an admirer! ¶
I don't want an admirer!
I'm going to sleep in the park!
Ooh.
Hahaha!
Wahey!
Oh, come on.
Look at me!
Hmm.
I can still feel his eyes staring at me.
Ooh.
Come on!
Look at me!
Why do you like Max more than me?
Am I less exciting than him? Is that it?
Huh.
Got to find out why!
What is it with that dog?
Oh, he's not a dog...
Oh, you are a good boy.
Oh.
Oh!
What are you doing, boy?!
Wilma hasn't gone on holiday.
She's discovered Staring Dog's true identity...
so had to be disposed of!
Where are your secrets, Staring Dog?
Whoa!
So that's how he practices his staring!
¶
Nothing scary here, then!
Yo, dingus!
You can't have seen that happen to Wilma...
'cause, if you had, you wouldn't have
lived to tell the tale...
Oh.
Ack!
Because I know for a fact that
underneath that fur is a...
human hand!
And, if it points at you,
your life ends instantly-y-y!
He... He...
you!
I know!
Ooh.
So that's why he likes Max so much!
What's all this ruckus, yo?
What's that?
My kitties are in trouble?!
Let's go!
Staring Dog! Betty!
No way.
That's not what's under his fur.
Under there is just loads more
huge, staring eyes!
Hey... Where's Staring Dog gone?
Well, I, uh...
Max, come back!
I know why he...
Don't worry, Staring Dog.
I'll tell Max why you stare at him.
I said I'll tell Max why you...
Ugh. I'm over here!
Here!
Max!
What are you doing?
He'll find me!
I've been to Staring...
Right!
Ack!
I'm not having a very good day.
Max! I've been to Staring Dog's house,
and I found this!
You look just like his mom!
The only reason he stares at you -
and not at me - is that, I guess,
he misses his mom!
Wow.
His mom was really good-looking, wasn't she?
I think he just really likes you, Max.
Staring at you is just his way of showing he cares.
The least you could do is try staring back at him.
You're absolutely sure nothing scary will happen?
I have never been more sure of something that
I have no understanding of in my entire life!
See? Isn't this nice?
Hmm.
¶
Where am I?!
You're inside Staring Dog!
Hey! Give me my friend back!
¶
I'm inside him, and he's still staring at me!
What are you?!
Give him back!
He must be in here someplace!
Don't worry, Max!
I'll save you!
¶
I'm coming for you, Max!
Uh oh.
Oh!
Oh, dear!
Oh!
Oh, thank goodness!
It was all just a really weird and scary dream!
So was it all just one dream?
Or a bunch of dreams?
Who cares? As long as it's over!
I dreamt Staring Dog made Betty disappear!
But look, there she is!
¶
You're looking at me!
Really looking at me!
Yeah, yeah. Well done, you.
Snap out of it, Gark!
But he looked at me!
Oh!
I appear to have scared the kitties.
I don't know why I was
carrying you like that, boy.
It seemed like a good idea at the time.
¶
One hotdog, please!
Oh!
¶
Bleh!
Ooh!
Mmm.
Best of all, it was free!
You could get really sick eating that.
You don't get sick from eating free stuff!
Okay, I'm not an intergalactic physician or anything...
but you're sick.
I'm fine.
Gark! I was planning on having a perfect day!
"Nap, nap in the sun, eat, eat in the sun,
nap, lick cat toys..."
How is that different from any other day?
Alright, alright.
Looks like I have to fix everything -
again!
Ta-da!
There.
Now come on! Let's get busy napping!
Ah... Ah... Ah...
Blah.
Day successfully ruined!
Thank you, Gark.
So he's doing... that...
and now all you have to do is fix it,
because I have a perfect day to get back to
that doesn't involve purple snot fountains
and me wearing this dumb outfit all day long.
But it really hugs your curves, Max.
Ooh, you really think so?
I wasn't sure, and...
Are you going to help me or not?!
Help you?
Gark's the sick one.
You just need to take care of him 'til the fever breaks.
Or... you give me some kind of
de-sick-ifying ray to fix it!
Man, a de-sick-ifying ray?
What do you think I am?
Some kind of old-school, sci-fi, ray-gun packing robot ship?
Okay, yes, I do have one...
but I've never taken it out of the box.
Gimme, gimme, gimme!
Slow down!
Let me check the list of side effects first.
"Cheesy-poof mouth, reverse knees,
super-elastic bones, upside-down frown..."
Yeah, right.
"Downside-up smile, hippy-hippy-shaking hands,
angry funny bones, funny angry bones-"
"Hemorrhaging turtle skin, water cankles, monkey feet..."
Hmm...
Oh, yeah, yeah.
I know just what you need.
Now, look at this!
Whoa.
I feel great!
Easy-peasy when you've got one of these babies!
Diseased contents must now be
deposited in secure storage.
Oh, sure.
Always trying to sell me the accessories!
Forget it. I'm no fool!
If I don't look at it, it never happened.
Now, this is a perfect day!
Nothing could ruin it!
Nope. Not even me saying it's perfect
and jinxing myself because I don't believe in that hoo-hah.
Nelson! Yoo-hoo!
Whatcha doing?
Want to play hide and go seek?
Nelson...
are you okay?
Gark, look out!
Max! He's sick!
What are you saying, Gark?
That this happened because I stole a super de-sick-ifying orb
from Throckmorton and used it to cure your bizarre alien disease,
but it ended up causing all this?
Well, did you read if there were side effects?
Totally!
If I hadn't eaten a hotdog, this wouldn't have happened.
Yep!
Just like I always say, Gark...
it's your fault!
Good thing it all worked out, huh?
Except for Nelson, who's about to zombify you.
Braaains!
I need braaains!
I've been saying that about you for years.
Now, back off, Zombie Nelson!
Ranceford!
You've got to help!
Hey! Don't goo me!
Bad kitty!
Braaains!
What do we do now?
There's only one way to defeat zombies!
We have to go home and hide under the bed for a few weeks!
Run, Gark! They'll suck out your brain!
And I really like my brain!
It's a zombie apocalypse!
Only this time, I'm not making it up.
Why must all my lies come true?
The Kid! You're okay!
I saw this black cloud coming out of your apartment.
Oh, here we go. More lies!
Where does it end, The Kid?
Uh... What's that?
Oh, right!
Zombie got me.
Check... mate...
Gark! This is a nightmare!
What are we going to do?
Just stay cool.
Don't draw attention to yourself.
Okay.
Look! It's Betty!
Betty!
Betty, over here!
Betty! We're hiding in the bushes!
Betty!
Oh. Right.
Good thing zombies are slow.
Good hearing, though!
I'll give them that.
Run!
Staring Dog's gone zombie, too!
Sadly, no. He's always weird like this.
Yuck!
Max, come on!
Wait.
I do not want to miss this!
Ugh.
Whoa! When zombies don't even want you, hmm?
That's harsh.
¶
Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah!
Zombies hate that!
"-Mild chafing, and, finally, may cause
spontaneous zombie apocalypse."
Yeah, cheers.
You couldn't have opened with that one?
Hey! My little man's doing better!
Oh, yeah, he's just great.
Never mind the city's gone all ugly-drooly-moany!
We've got to find a cure, stat!
Staring Dog!
Huh? With his stupid, staring eyes,
staring all the time?
Oh, I hate him so much.
No, Max! Don't you remember?
The zombies wouldn't touch him -
and we need to find out why!
To the lab!
We need a DNA sample from Staring Dog's saliva...
and we need it now!
¶
Run an analysis, Mr. Gark!
Pure dog saliva.
Isn't that what we started with?
To the testing room!
Braaains.
Oh, hey. I'm hungry.
You guys got any snacks?
What are trees made of?
Why do I have a beak?
Yay! Nelson's back!
Hey-hey!
Whoooaa...
Now we just need 10,000 of Staring Dog's chew toys.
We'll have to expand the lab to handle a full team.
Or you could just go get the spit
straight from the dog's mouth.
Uh, I think I know a little more about science
than a floaty head from outer space!
Commence "Operation Spit Collection"!
Good luck, Max.
Hmm. That was less than heroic.
Gark, bring me up!
Alright, Staring Dog. I don't like you...
and you don't...
Well, I don't care what you think,
but your sticky, stinky drool is going to save this city.
Are you with me?
Good enough.
Here goes!
Swing me, Gark!
Eww. Ugh.
Aaaah... Oof.
Eat hot, gross drool, zombie fools!
Eww! I'm in dog slime!
You're doing great, Max!
I think I have concussion...
but I got them all!
Bring me in!
Ack!
Sorry, Max.
You were kind of slippy.
What?
Ugh! Okay!
Okay!
Okay, Gark!
Thank you, Gark.
Good thing it all worked out.