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It's Clobberin' Time!

Last Sunday, after lunch, I went back to room and was planning to go to sleep when my cellphone rang. Caller ID told me it was: Moy&Dunds. I answered and Dundee said,"Hey! What you doing?"

"Well, I was about to go to sleep and..."

"Wait, Tim wants to talk to you."

Tim? Their five year old son wanted to talk to me? Tim' s my godson, actually.

On the other end, I could hear Moy and Dundee say, "Go ahead! Tell Tito Budj what you told us. Go on!"

"Hello? Hi?" said Tim.

But before I could say hello, Tim dropped the phone.

Liam, their 10-year old son, picked it up.

"Hi there!" he greeted me. "Do you have eleven?"

I didn't know how to answer his question.

"Number eleven," Liam clarified. "Number eleven of Fantastic Four?"

And I immediately realized what he was talking about. During Moy and Dundee's last wedding anniversary, I gave them the complete run of Marvel Knights "4" series. The other day, Liam and Tim saw their dad reading it and they started to read it as well and came to a stop when they finished reading #10 and couldn't find #11.

I promised Liam that I'd look for #11 and bring it out their house. And then, one-by-one, the kids said goodbye; Liam first, then Tim, and finally little Nina.

So, that cancelled all my plans to go to sleep.

To my dismay, I could not find my Marvel Knights "4" #11 anywhere in my room! (I did find a lot of back issues of other titles which the kids might like.) So, if anyone out there spots a #11 i the back issue bins, please do tell me and help make two kids (and their father) very happy.

It's interesting to note that it was Dundee who got me collecting in the first place. We've been friends since grade school and he was the one who gave me UNCANNY X-MEN #188 and 189 during my birthday. And that started to it all. During the summer, Dunds and the guys would usually come to the house and borrow my comic books. Now his kids are borrowing / asking comic books from me.

It's nice to know that some things never change.

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