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Augie, oh, Augie, dinner's ready.

Come on, dear old Escoffier-type dad.

What is on today's menu?

Here, wrap your hungry little chops around this delicious stew, Augie, my

boy. Thanks, dear old delicious stew-cooking dad, but my little chops

aren't hungry.

Why, Augie, your little chops weren't hungry yesterday either.

What's wrong, old son of mine?

Nothing's wrong, disappointed dad.

I'll just take this stew to my room and eat it later.

This separate tables routine could make for father-son untogetherness.

Hmm. I'd better see what the child's psychological book has to say about

this.

Here it is. It says, and I quote, when a boy won't eat, it's because he

doesn't like the food or he doesn't like the company.

He took the food.

So it must be the company.

I'm afraid this calls for a father and son hut-to-hut talk.

Bigelow, are you there?

Dinner's ready.

Oh, Bigelow!

All right, all right, I'm coming. Keep it down.

Oops!

All right, who did it? Who did it? Who put that tack there?

Nobody did it, Bigelow. It's just a loose carpet tack. Are you hurt?

Okay, let's not make a Big McGill out of it.

What's for dinner?

Some of dear old Dad's delicious stew.

Hmm. Say, that smells good.

Real good.

Og, what are you doing with my delicious stew?

Oh, hi, unexpected Dad.

I'm giving it to my pal, Bigelow.

I beg to differ, Oggy, my boy.

But you are going to eat that stew yourself.

But Dad, you don't understand.

What's to understand, my son?

I make a delicious stew for a growing boy.

But instead, I'm growing a mouse.

How do you like that?

Oh, but Dad, I just can't let Bigelow starve.

He's right, he's right.

You can't do that. You can't do that, buddy. You can't do that.

Augie, I'm issuing you an ultimatum.

Get that moochin' mouse out of this house, or else... Dad, not out of... of

the world of mouse-hungry cats.

You can't do that, buddy. You can't do that.

Bigelow's right, Dad.

I shall remain adamant in my determination to protect this poor,

unfortunate mouse.

That's my part, eh? Which said all those big words.

And I wish I knew what they meant.

They mean, dear old Dad, that if Bigelow goes, I go too.

That's right.

So get off our back. Get off our back, dear old Dad.

Oh, you're going to get it and get it good.

Say, I better go see what the child's psychological book says about this

revolt and development.

It says, and I quote again, when a boy is determined to

protect the mooch and mouse, don't force the issue.

Instead, get rid of the mouse yourself.

Then... The boy will think the mouse left of his own violation.

Now, why didn't I think of that?

Bigelow! Bigelow! Good news, Bigelow. Dear old dad says you can stay.

That's good. That's good.

He even gave me a dollar to buy you some cheese.

Say, that is good. That's good.

I'll be right back, Bigelow. Don't go away.

Okay. Okay.

Hello, Bigelow.

Has Oggy gone to the store to get you some cheese, Bigelow? Yes, that's right.

He went to the store.

All right.

Mouse, your lease is up.

Out, out, and I do mean out.

Now you listen to me.

I'm not getting out of here, and you're not putting me out, see?

So scram before I get tough, see?

Why, you little pipsqueak, I'll... Bigelow.

I'll give you a choice.

You either leave this house nicely or unnicely.

And which is it to be?

Okay, Bigelow, you made your choice. You are getting out unnicely.

And traveling first class in the dome liner?

Put me down, Dad, or you're gonna get it good.

Trained leaving on track five for the living room, the den, and out of the

house.

When Augie gets back, I'll tell him Bigelow left of his own violation.

If there's anything I can't stand, it's a mouse going for a stroll.

Inside my walls.

Aha! He stopped right there.

And that's where he'll get his big surprise.

The noise will scare him into the next county.

Torpedoes away!

All right, I'm waiting.

Where's the kaboom?

He ain't getting along far enough to suit me. Oh, but, Dad, you said he could

stay. All right, my boy.

Name one good reason why Bigelow should stay.

Bigelow has several good reasons he should stay. You're all mixed up, Dad.

All right, all right, you guys.

Up to it. On the double.

Okay, okay.

Somebody's gonna get it.

Get it good.

That's Bigelow Jr.

It figures.

So that's where the food's been going. For Bigelow's family.

Can Bigelow stay, Dad, huh? Can he? Okay.

Can he please, Dad, huh? Okay.

Please, please, little Dad.

Okay, he can stay, okay.

After all, a mouse who supports a family can't be all bad.

The town of El Pueblo was peaceful and calm.

Banished forever was cause for alarm.

The town had been cleansed of villains and

wrong by the mysterious masked rider, El Cabong.

I wonder what he looks like under his mask.

Maybe he looks better with the mask on, no?

The most villainous villain was called Wily Witty.

From El Pueblo he came to work the big city.

Hi! El Cabong wouldn't dare come to the big city.

That leaves me free to ply my nefarious trade undisturbed.

Axtree! Axtree!

Lady Lavishly to wear the priceless sultana pendant at Masked Ball.

Axtree! Axtree!

Oh, boy!

I'll take a priceless sultana pendant.

I mean, a newspaper.

Lady Lavishly is going to have an extra guest.

Let's see now.

Invitation to Crown Jewelers Clambake.

Invitation to Kimberly Diamond Mine's barbecue.

Invitation to Fort Knott's digging contest.

Ah, here it is.

An invitation to Lady Lavishly's masked ball.

I'd better steal me a costume.

At this very moment, who should arrive for a well-earned vacation?

None other than that famous lawman.

The highfalutinest, fastest-shootinest, quick-thrower McGraw. Who, in reality,

was the mysterious masked El Cabong.

What are you trying to do?

Spill the beans?

Oh, I'm sorry.

And his faithful companion, Baba Louie. Also.

Faithful companion to the mysterious Mask L.

You know who.

Boy, look at the size of them there adobe huts, Bubba Louie.

It hurts my neck looking, Quickstraw.

This Don Juan costume should make a big hit with Lady Lavishly.

Why don't you look where you're going, you hayseed hick?

Gosh, I'm sure sorry, Don Juan.

See, Quickstrap, I think that Don Juan look like Wiley Witty, the jewel crooks.

So what?

Villains need vacations too, you know.

With two weeks stolen pay, I think.

Are you sure you're not real, Don Juan?

You dance divinely. Your feet barely touch the floor.

looking monocle. The better to see your priceless pendant.

It's real, all right. This dance has been an enriching experience.

How do you like my pendant?

What pendant?

My priceless Sultana pendant is gone.

What was that?

I think it's a city female woman in distress, Quickdraw. You mean El Cabong,

because that's who's going to rescue her.

And so, once again, Quickdraw McGraw assumes the disguise of the dashing El

Cabong. What are you trying to do?

Spill the frijoles?

El Cabong to the rescue!

Whoops! Not near enough.

I think we better use the elevator, Squistro.

I think so too, Baba Louie.

El Cabong strikes again!

Watch your step, please.

I think we should have taken the stairway, Squistro.

I'll do the thinnin', Bubba Louie.

And I thin you're not done won. You're wily witty.

Oh, then you stole my priceless Sultana pendant.

Who else?

Give back her priceless whatchamacallit, or else.

Or else what?

Kaboom!

I should have known better than to ask.

Hand it over.

Come and get it. Oh.

So you want to play Swords, eh?

Climb down.

Main floor.

This is where we get off.

Taxi!

Taxi!

Sorry, this one's taken.

Oh, thanks, just the same.

Hold on there!

Oh, El Cabong is catching up.

Driver, can you get me out of the city?

I think so.

For maybe 99 years.

Well, that takes care of that, Billion.

See, Quickstrap, before you mysteriously vanish away, don't you think you should

say a word or two to your many admirers?

Why, sure, Baba Louie. I'd be glad to.

With the help of my guitar kabonger.

Oh, remember.

Oh, when you've got trouble and everything goes wrong, just break the

blank kabong bowl and call for El Kabong. Hooray.

Hooray, hooray, hooray, hooray.

I'm sorry I asked.

Snoop, a detective agency.

Where the indiscreet meet the feet. Snoop speaking.

Who? Mr. Saddle Bumpley of the rodeo? What?

A wrestler in Madison Round Garden?

Somebody stole Twister, your champion park, huh?

And you'll pay us a Texas oil wealth to find him?

Throw in the barrels and it's a deal. We'll be right over.

What's the caper, Snoop? It's a 1207, Blab.

A 1207? Oh, boy.

Robbery at the rodeo.

We'll take the shortcut and head him off at the Bowery.

Remove that 10-gallon step, son, son.

You're out of uniform.

I'm sorry, Snoop.

Here we are, Blab.

Madison Round Garden.

Now, uh, watch your manners.

Leave us not give the East a bad name.

Right, Snoop.

You can count on me.

We've got to get Twister back for tonight's sellout show.

Try to tell us what transpired in a language us Bronx busters can

understand. Well, like I say, our wild horse Twister was in his corral, then he

wasn't. Maybe he just got homesick and went for a stroll in the park.

Gee!

Twister kept a-staring out the window towards the park.

Gee, that's a right smart thinking, little fella.

Beginner's luck.

Let's go.

Right, Chief. Just a word of warning.

Twister's the wildest, loco-est, darn foolish bronco in the West.

He may be wild and lorry out West, but, uh, he's in the East now.

Spoken like a true Easterner, Snoop.

Eh, Twister.

Ah, Twister.

If Twister's got any horse scents, he'll give himself up.

Look, Snoop, is that Twister? That ain't a squirrel, Blab.

It's that, in the name of the private high school horsey scent.

Gee, Snoop, I guess we lost him.

We'll find him. Come on, Blab.

and he go up and teach them who's born.

officer but the general sherman ride by here yeah as much as i hate to admit it

he went that away thanks me private eye tells me these

are hoof prints made by a horse blab you never cease to amaze me snoop

it takes horse sense

to catch a horse

I got a hunch we're almost to the end of the trail.

Right, Snoop?

It's getting too dark to track Twister tonight, Blab.

We'll come back tomorrow when it's... God,

Snoop, that was close.

You ain't lying, Blab.

Ain't lying.

Snoop's a cornball.

make him so homesick he's got to come out of hiding. Gosh, Snoop, where did

you get the western-type guitar?

That is the secret of our profession, Blab. Always be prepared.

Oh, the wide open spaces call me.

There's lots of room to roam.

The city isn't for me.

The west, my home sweet home.

Look,

Snoop, it's Twister. And boy, is he homesick.

Just the same, Blab. He goes back to the rodeo notwithstanding.

Western-type heart.

Okay, Blab. I wouldn't know where to put a Texas oil well anyway.

Hey!

Gosh, Snoop. He likes you.

So long, Twister.

I give my regards to the Fumbleweeds.

Hold it. Wait.

Oh, gosh, Snoop. I forgot to give Miss...

Save it, Blab. What our finances will be eating it.

What do you mean you sent Twister back home where the buffaloes roam?

Where the deer and the cantaloupe play, I might add.

Well, I promised a wild horse show tonight. And a wild horse show there's a

gonna be.

Understand?

Quit your griping, Blab. After all, you got the best seat in the house.

Oh, boy.

Your best choice in cereals. The best to you each morning has brought you Quick

Draw McGraw.