Danny the Champion of the World: The Comic
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- It's Friday morning and Danny is fast asleep in the caravan, waiting for his dad to wake him up ffor yet another working day. . .
- Danny,oh Danny. It's time to wake up son.
- MMMMMM!
- Good riddance! Danny, wake up!
- Woah! I'm up! I'm up!
- Finally, now let me bathe you. It's almost time for work.
- William goes to hang the 'OPEN' sign on one of the gas pumps. . .
- OPEN
- What a lovely day, isn't it dad?
- Spoke too soon Danny, Mr Victor Hazell is pulling up. Please take him, I'm afraid that I will do something regretful.
- Of course dad, don't worry. I got this.
- Boy fill up. Make sure not to leave any dirty finger-marks on my Rolls-Royce or I will give you a good hiding!Boy fill up. Make sure not to leave any dirty finger-marks on my Rolls-Royce or I will give you a good hiding!
- Yes sir. Sorry si-
- Don't speak to my son like that! You had no reason to threaten him. Try giving someone your own size a hiding. Now leave! We don't wish to serve you.
- Fine! You'll regret that William! You don't deserve to get paid by the richest man in town anyway.
- That night. . .
- Okay Danny, it's time for bed. Let me tuck you in.
- Grrooo!
- Tired I see, well just wanted you to know to never let anyone talk down to you or steal your dreams. One day Danny, you'll be the champion of the world.
- 3 am the next morning. . .
- Dad! Where are you? I can't hear you! Dad?
- Huh?
- Craaaaack!
- Dad there you are! Where were you?
- Danny! I had hoped that you would still be asleep by the time I got back, but guess I must tell you the truth now. You caught me red handed.
- No, no Danny. Don't be afraid. It's not as bad as you may think. Now come. Let's have a hotdrink while I tell you my secret!
- You're scaring me!
- Dad, why? Are you still mad at Mr Hazell?
- So, I went poaching in Hazell's Wood.
- Yes and no, but it's not about that. Poaching is in my blood. Your grandfather taught me the art of poaching. It was the way of surviving for us less privileged.Yes and no, but it's not about that. Poaching is in my blood. Your grandfather taught me the art of poaching. It was the way of surviving for us less privileged.
- William's blood. . .
- Well Danny, you must get back to bed. I hope I haven't shocked you too much.
- No Dad. Not at all.
- The next morning. . .
- Dad. you can go poaching anytime if you tell me first.
- Okay, Danny. I'm going poaching agian tonight.
- Well, then I should come with you.
- Absolutly not. You can help me soak some raisins for bait tho.
- 6 pm . .
- Goodbye Danny. Don't worry about me. I'll be back at 10.
- Be careful!
- 02:10 . .
- Where is he? Maybe he got shot. What should I do? Should I go and find him? Walking would take too long. Maybe I should take The Baby Austin. Mr won't be mad if I borrow his car that we fixed, right?
- No, he won't. I am going to do it!
- Here goes nothing. Hopefully I don't crash.
- 15 min later . .
- Welcome to Hazell's Wood
- Wow, I actually made it. Now I need to find dad.
- Here I am Danny! Follow my voice!
- Dad! Dad, where are you?
- Danny I'm fine. I think I broke my ankle. They dug a hole to catch poachers. How did you get here?
- Dad are you okay? How are we getting you out?
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