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, only us 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. Gorn, only I can see that the secret which unites them could destroy them.

I could be helpful.

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

The clay told me to listen to the horse, that it was my spirit animal.

God, that sounds so lame.

The clay told me.

I even brought the clay to Julie's house, which is where I saw that itty bitty purple guy fighting that blue marshmallow with teeth,

which explains why I'm crazy.

No crazier than the stupid architect to put these animal heads on the side of this building.

A horse.

I think I like the squirrel better.

At least maybe a squirrel would tell me the stupid secrets of the universe.

Instead of me just standing here hour after hour waiting.

Life is pretty pathetic when even your own hallucinations lie to you.

Maybe I have to get closer.

No, no, no time left.

I have to do it now.

What's up?

I can't help it.

Yikes!

Little cream filled blints is going native.

I'd better book.

I always knew you were dead.

Now I want the trick food.

Talk to the cart, Tuts.

Max is triumphant over the ravenous piranosaurus.

Max has planned to reach jungle of demonic beast.

This good plan.

Max clever.

Max is deady.

Oops.

Who's out there?

I can hear someone.

Max?

Are you out there, Max?

I'm still locked in the bathroom.

I'm coming, Julie.

Thank God it's about time.

Max, you're mask.

It's fallen.

You're...

You're...

Oh God.

Whoa.

Just look at those ears.

Eat.

I meant to do that.

Nothing's happening.

No insights, no flashbacks.

No neat explanations of why my life is so miserable.

No nothing.

What kind of spirit animal are you anyway?

I mean, I'm here.

I'm listening.

Say something.

Of course, the only thing stupider than a talking horse.

Other than Mr. Ed, of course.

He's a girl who looks to one for answers.

Max?

Max?

Max, did you always...

Under the mask, I mean.

Or is this the secret?

Why you were sent here?

Or is this some kind of awful joke?

For God's sake, Max, answer me.

Julie, you're still in the bathroom...

With that twisted, leering, long ears.

And here, saying that the lamp...

Spray of water drops over this thing.

Blue service.

The pain.

The blood.

What are you doing to me?

Showing you the truth.

Stop this! It hurts.

And I thought this was what you wanted.

Did you see it?

Behind the mask.

How do you know about that?

How do you know about everything?

Very simple.

A part of me is projected into the other world, into your home.

In fact, I'm there right now.

Listening.

That's how I know the outback is getting smaller and smaller.

Or the world of the city is growing.