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I am a duck bent on self-preservation.

I'm a red-hot sportsman after wild game.

Oh, boy. Fresh rabbit stew.

Oh, Bugsy. Bugsy, neighbor.

Could you spare a cup of blackstrap molasses?

One cup of blackstrap molasses coming up.

Funny. I didn't think molasses would run in January.

Got you, you rabbit stew, you.

Look, doc, are you looking for trouble?

I'm not a stewing rabbit.

- I'm a fricasseeing rabbit. - Fricasseeing rabbit?

Have you got a fricasseeing rabbit license?

Well, no. I...

Do you happen to know what the penalty is...

for shooting a fricasseeing rabbit without a fricasseeing rabbit license?

Just a parboiled minute.

What is this, a cooking class? Shoot him.

But I haven't got a license to shoot a fricasseeing rabbit.

Don't go away, Daniel Boob, I'll be back in a flash.

"This license permits bearer to shoot a fricas..."

Hey, bud, how do you spell "fricasseeing"?

F-R-l-C-A-S-S-E-E-l-N-G...

D-U-C-K.

Here you are, leather stocking. All nice and legal.

Hurry up. The fine print doesn't mean a thing.

Hurry up.

Here, let's see that thing.

"...fricasseeing duck."

Well, I guess I'm the goat.

What?

You're a dirty dog.

And you are a dirty skunk.

I'm a dirty skunk?

Brother, am I a pigeon.

Look, pal, what you need is a little briefing.

Let's go over here and talk private for a minute.

Okay, now, let's get back to fundamentals.

All right now. Let's go over it once more.

- Now what are you? - I'm a hunter.

- And what season is it? - Rabbit season.

And there's a rabbit! Shoot him!

Good heavens, he disintegrated.

What's up, doc? How are things down here on earth?

Sorry, Mr. Rabbit.

I hope I didn't hurt you too much when I killed you.

Are you nuts?

Why, if he is dead, then I'm a mongoose.

More briefing.

Now then, you've got it straight.

You're not gonna pay no more attention to no more signs.

You're just gonna listen to me. Right?

Right.

That's his little game, is it?

Shoot the duck!

Shoot me again. I enjoy it.

I love the smell of burnt feathers and gunpowder and cordite.

I'm an elk. Shoot me. Go on, it's elk season.

I'm a fiddler crab. Why don't you shoot me?

It's fiddler crab season.

What have I done? Where did I take the wrong turning?

Oh, Mr. Game Warden, I hope you can help me.

I've been told I can shoot rabbits and goats and pigeons...

and mongooses and dirty skunks and ducks.

Could you tell me what season it really is?

Why, certainly, my boy, it's baseball season.

Here, boy, go get it.

- Got rid of him, eh? - Yep.

That takes care of him.

Now tell me. Just between the two of us.

What season is it, really?

Don't be so naive, buster.

Why, everybody knows it's really duck season.

You're despicable.

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