The Maxx

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 max 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 as the protector of Julie, he's jungle queen.

There, he cares for her,

but he always ends up back in the real world.

And me, old Mr. Gorn, only I can see

that the secret which unites them could destroy them.

I could be helpful.

Scroo, I think I'll have some fun with him first.

No.

Recording.

Hello, Tessence 1 and 2.

Corner's log, 47.53.

Cutting to the police, this kid's name was Digger.

They found him in a box at some alley,

which probably explains why his clothes smell so bad.

These dead fellas are supposed to be peeled before I get them.

Huh?

Almost seems like he's changing shape.

The clothes I get to his skin.

What?

That isn't the way he looked a second ago.

It's a natural.

Ah!

Max, are you out there?

The bathroom door is stuck.

Max, are you asleep?

Yeah, no, Julie.

I have the strangest feeling.

Max?

Like I forgot something back at the house.

Probably nothing important.

Yeah, well, this is it.

The Outback.

The place I've been telling you about all these months.

The place you insisted was a figment of my diseased brain.

And now you're here.

You can see it.

You can stand right here.

And I suppose now you expect me to fall to my knees and beg for forgiveness

for ever having doubted you.

Well, not in so many words.

And certainly not in that tone of voice.

Good, because I'm not having a good day.

You know, everything seemed a lot bigger last time I was here.

Like those things.

I know they're susodons, half rabbit and half something.

They hop.

Well, duh.

I could have told you that.

What are those thingies?

What thingies?

Those little ickeys are grinding to jelly.

Looks like little bitty is this.

You know, if we're not dreaming,

do you suppose we can get killed here?

Oh, absolutely.

I'm sure of it.

But we won't die here.

We're the biggest things around.

Ah.

Guess again.

Hey!

Hey!

Well, you guys knock it off.

Geez.

This is supposed to be like my chance to work through a bunch of cathartic crap.

I didn't come here to have you guys screw it up by acting like a couple of poster boys for serious orthodonts or mishaps.

And you, Mr. I'm too good to hold in my stomach just because you happen to be huge.

Uh-oh.

Look.

Is...mortem.

Don't worry about me.

You guys just run for that cliff.

I'll stay right here.

So much for shivori, doos.

Whoa!

Ugh!

Ugh!

I don't know why.

Something's drawing me out there.

But it's very intriguing.

Huh?

Thought I saw something.

Guess not.

I hate invisible things.

I'm not sure.

Guess not.

I hate inventory.

Almost as much as I hate Mrs. Brussels.

One stupid box.

Two stupid boxes.

Three stupid boxes.

Life sucks, huh?

Down here, kiddo.

Hi, Sarah.

I'm a magic piece of talking clay.

Right.

I can help you if you sneak me into Julie Winter's house.