It's a big, wooden...crossbow, I guess. I wonder who built it and what it's for.
It's a wooden crossbow.
According to Wick, it's a lunar cannon. Apparently, it's powerful enough to send a Stickman to the moon. Oh, sure. In a Jules Verne novel, perhaps.
It's the Stickmen's lunar cannon.
If I could somehow get across to that path on the other side, I'd probably be able to make my way into the Alatien village.
It's a conveniently located dead tree with lots of thick branches. If I could get a rope across, I might be able to climb to the other side.
It's a conveniently located dead tree.
Wick's busy working on the cannon.
It's Stickman Wick.
It's Stickman Woody.
It's Stickman Willow.
It's a long way across, but if I take my time and don't look down... I should be able to make it. Fortune has smiled on me lately, so let's hope she keeps smiling until I'm safely across.
Hey, this is going pretty good, actually! It's like being in boot camp.
Without a hook, shooting the rope across will be pretty futile. Besides, the cannon isn't even ready yet.
The cannon isn't ready yet.
Without a hook, there's not much point in shooting the rope across. It's not gonna tie itself to the tree.
I'll just place the hook along the bowstring, like so...
...and let the rope trail behind it. Okay. We're ready to fire!
Cool.
I'd better show it to Wick first, or he'll freak out. After all, he's the, uh, supervisor.
Shut up, you middle child!
Take this up your arse!
Eat twig, conehead!
Can you use this as bowstring for your, uh, lunar cannon?
Why you little--!
All right, listen up! I got us what we need, and now we finish this damn cannon! Go to work, people! Give us a few minutes, lady, and we'll be all done.
Of course it worked, you woodbrained fool! I built it!
Propulsion drive mechanism, Wick.
String made from animal guts would be perfect.
I'd be happy to talk to you later, but I got some fine tuning to do before I'm done.
Yup, the cannon is done. Duh...I feel like sleeping for a year or two...
Ow...
Lemme see that...
Oh yeah, that gonna work good.
I thought it would... My, duh, calculations were pretty precise...
Yeah, but look at us -- do we look like the kinda Stickmen who'd make good hunters? Do you see me going after a gaintbeast carrying, what, a cone? A dry leaf sharpened to a razor edge?
Can't talk...busy...
Hey, all done! And Wick did absolutely nothing, as usual, aside from shouting a lot and kicking mine and Woody's arse.
All done!
Quit it, Wick! You sick stick!
It worked!
How's it going?
Almost there. Oh, one tiny little problem, though.
And that is...?
How's it going?
Nah, we're missing a bowstring. Can't finish the job without it.
We don't have a bowstring for our...uh...
Are you done?
Yes, ma'am. The lunar cannon is now ready to be tested.
Well...?
Well what?
Are you going to do it?
Do what?
Test the cannon.
Me? And get myself killed? I think not. But go ahead, be my guest.
I don't think I'll fit in there.
That ain't my problem.
Can I test the cannon?
Be my guest.
Uh, what he said, yeah. We need a bowstring -- something strong, and flexible, and sinewy.
Like what?
I dunno, lady. I'm no engineer. I'm just the supervisor.
