Magic Dust and Yelling

Here's to you page 16, right before February is over. Just sayin', we're nearly at the length of a comic book now ;o)

Panel 1
Kaspar: Now, each of you get out a bit of magic dust, and let’s fly back to the Count!
Panel 2
Thug with moustache: Oh no, I already puked on the way here!
Chubby thug: The Count will be furious with us for blowing this!
Younger thug: Let’s stay here instead and become hermits!
Panel 3
Kaspar (yelling): COME ON!
Panel 4
One of thugs: Alright boss, just quit yelling, please!
Kaspar: Dust drizzles, magic flies us away, Shoo, it’s wiser not to stay!
Panel 6
Rider. Holy jeez, lightning strikes!
George: Hell no, the rascals have opened a passage gate!