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Kellogg's, the best to you each morning from Kellogg's.

Brought to you by Kellogg's your best choice in cereals the best to you each

morning

The coming of the railroads gave the outlaws of the West new fields in which

to ply their nefarious trade.

Step him up, you rich old choo-choo train, you.

Oh, that's not fair.

Numerous attempts were made to rob the trains.

This dynamite ought to do the trick.

blew out.

So for protection, the Slinkerton Detective Agency hired the dreaded

nemesis of all outlaws, Quickdraw McGraw.

You sent for me, sir?

Right, Quickdraw.

The Prairie Flyer is carrying the cattleman's money, and it leaves it

known. Now it's up to you to see that that money gets through.

You can depend on me, sir.

Fine!

You are now a Slingerton man.

Here's your badge.

Take it easy, Bob.

There's skin under thar, you know.

At exactly noon, Special Deputy Quickdraw and his faithful assistant,

Baba Louie, hide in the mail car and prepare to spring the trap.

No, no, Quickdraw.

I won't do it.

All right, folks, get your tickets ready.

Get your tickets ready, folks.

Let's go, Brother Cotton.

I'm ready, Brother Dern.

All right, folks, get your tickets ready.

And your money and your jewelry.

We're the Meany Brothers.

don't you well i'm not in reality i'm quick draw mcgraw

does that strike a note of

Snoper and Blabbermouse, private eyes.

Snoper speaking.

What? You say you'll pay a thousand bucks to babysit your little tyke?

Lady, for that kind of doll, we'd babysit a bucket of bees.

Imagine, a thousand bucks.

These people must be loaded.

This must be the place.

What's the name on the mailbox, Blab? It says...

That's a crazy first name. Oh, evil scientist?

Oh, well, leave us proceed.

Say, Snoop, I think the place is a little scary.

What's to be scared?

I think the old joint's just cranking with charm.

Now relax whilst I ding-dong the bell.

That doorbell's got a lot of charm, too, Snoop.

Come in, darlings.

He's trying to say babysit... Oh, yes, the babysitters.

Boris and I are going to a horror movie.

Yes. It's very romantic.

Rock crusher and boy meets ghoul.

You shouldn't have any trouble with our little monster.

But in case you do, scream for help.

It never comes.

Gee, Snoop, what kind of a kid have they got?

Search me, Blab. Leave us browsed into the nursery and...

Sneak a peek at the little freak.

Easy, Blatt.

We don't want me should they, you know, wake it up.

Gosh, Snoop. The little fella's almost cute.

Cute, my toad. He looks like the normal, obnoxious type type to me.

So whilst he's deep in slumbertivity, we shall relax and observe TV.

Hold it, Blatt.

This looks like a mad scientist do-it-yourself kit.

It says, hide bitters and Jekyll juice.

Could be the baby's formula.

Could be, Blab. Which reminds me, leave us check the refrigerator for what?

late, late horror show is just starting.

Gee, Snoop, that's my favorite program.

Snoop, the horror shows give you the Pollywogs? Nah, it's only TV.

They scare me.

Yaps! Quiet, Blab. I can't hear the commercial.

And pass me another sandwich.

Blab? Where are you, Blab?

What happened in the commercial?

He can't, Blab.

What are you doing in a fishbowl?

Search me, Snoop. One minute I'm watching TV, and the next minute

everything went wet.

Well, stop fidgeting around and stay out of fishbowls.

Yank, yank, yank, yank.

Yank!

Contaminate yourself, Blab. It's only a TV show.

And stay out of the fishbowl.

before you catch a cold.

You better check, Blab. I think the little tank is

stirring. I am Super Snooper, my superior, whom which I admire and hero

worship, and like whom I very much hope to be a good...

The kid's overdoing it, but I like it.

Hey!

He's gone!

Have you seen a kid around here, Mr.

Monster?

Yikes! Help!

Snooper!

What's up, Blab?

Monster in the room?

That's ridiculous.

I got to replace this neurosis assistant.

Come on, you little ragged muffin.

Time to hit the sack.

Imagine my assistant thinking you're a... Monster!

over me knee.

Uh-oh.

Help!

No! A crocodile!

Yikes! I knocked it! Push, push, push!

What a delightful movie.

And loaded with laughs.

Especially when the lovers were boiled in oil.

We must scram, this creepy joint blab.

Likewise, Snoop. Junior, how many times have I told you never

to bring your pets in the living room?

No wonder we can't keep a babysitter.

But remember, darling, we've never paid one yet.

We'll be right back.

That was a swell dinner, Dad.

What are we gonna have for dessert?

For dessert, Augie, my fortunate son, we're gonna have some delicious cheese.

Cheese? Cheese? Did someone say cheese?

Pardon me.

Mustard is good on cheese.

Mustard is good on tongue, too.

I wonder where he came from.

Hey you, come back here with that cheese.

Nighty night.

I'll get that little mouse crumb.

Brian,

can't you see I'm taking a nap?

A bread box is no place to take a nap.

And what's the matter with him?

I think he's sleepwalking, Dad.

And you should never wake up a sleepwalker, even a mouse sleepwalker.

Well, that's true, my son, my son.

But how do we know if he's really asleep?

I'll check, Dad. I'll take a peek.

It says, shh, he's asleep all right.

Is that so?

Well, he may be sleeping, Augie, but he's acting mighty suspicious.

For a sleeping mouse.

Now that he's had his midnight snack, he's due for a rude awakening.

Ah, mouse under glass.

Let's see you get out of that.

Oh, no!

You wouldn't do that for a little piece of cheese.

Looks like... Looks like I'm stuck with the situation.

There he goes,

Dad, in that hole.

After him, Augie. No mouse is gonna beat a big cheese in my house.

Come out of there, mouse, or I'm coming in after you.

And when I get you, I'm gonna squish you like a tomato.

Or is it tomato?

Ah-ha!

Uh-oh.

Dad, did you squish him?

I'm afraid so, son.

Oh, the shame of it. My dad is a mouse squisher.

But, Aki, my son, I didn't really mean to squish him.

I squished your little mouse ghost.

Here, have some nice cheese.

Okay, but... Don't let it happen again!

That mouse is not only a cheese stealer, but he's got a sense of humor. So,

he'll get a big bang out of this.

Gee, Dad, are you gonna shoot him?

What else?

This is war, Rocky. Boy, this is war.

should be right on target.

Favourite son, the sheer simplicity of this mousetrap will stun that show-off

mouse. One tug on the zipper and down comes the bowling ball just as the

mouse grabs the cheese there.

There he is.

Here goes one mouse with a lump on his noggin.

Keep your eye on the bowling ball, Augie.

What went wrong, Dad?

Indubitably, some miscalculation. Or the zipper is stuck.

One thing for sure, the zipper's not stuck.

Another thing for sure, I can't stand a smart-aleck mouse.

It ain't the better mousetrap that counts, Augie.

It's just using plenty of them.

Never underestimate the power of a little mouse.

Are you okay, Dad?

Great, except that I feel sort of trapped.

I'll use this cheese for bait.

When the mouse grabs it, I'll holler, now.

And you let him have it, Augie boy.

Gotcha, Dad. When you holler, now, I let him have it. Right.

We should have some action any minute now.

Uh-oh.

I got a nibble, Augie boy.

I'm ready, Dad.

I got him, Augie. I got him.

He won't be able to get away from me now.

Haven't tried.

At this point, Augie, I'll try anything.

What's your idea?

Well, it works like this.

Yeah?

Hey, that's good.

Yeah.

Augie, my son, my son, that's a James Dandy idea. Let's try it.

Dad, can I have some cheese?

No, no, no, a thousand times no.

We'll never have cheese in this house again, and that's final.

Look, Augie, you're an absolutely genius, Augie, my boy. In fact, you're a

reasonable face, a simile of your dear old dad.

Now, where were we, son?

Hell and cheese for dessert, Dad.

Like Yogi Bear says, we're smarter than the average mouse.

I wouldn't say that.

Big star on your chest