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[theme music]

Oh, dear old dad!

I'm ready to play ball.

I'll be right out, Augie my boy.

Ah, I love these weekends.

It makes for a little father and son togetherness.

Friends, this is repair your home week.

Does your house need painting?

It does.

-ls your garage a mess? -It is.

Is your front yard the scandal of the neighborhood?

Well, people are beginning to talk. [laughs]

Are your children ashamed to bring their little friends home

because you let it get run down and seedy?

! never thought about that.

Well, think about it.

I'm thinking.

Are you through thinking?

I think so.

Well, take off that silly looking

baseball outfit and do something about it.

I'm doing, I'm doing.

No boy of mine is gonna be ashamed

to bring his friends home.

Oh, there you are.

Play ball, dear old dad.

Catch it, dad.

[crashing]

Dad, what happened?

Why didn't you catch the ball?

What's all that junk?

Where's the bat, are ya all right?

Yes, Augie, but you'll have to play

baseball without me today.

But why, father who loves to play baseball

with his little boy?

Because, Augie,

! gotta patch up our neglected

and seedy looking home sweet home.

Oh, the shame of it.

My father would rather patch up his neglected

and seedy looking home sweet home

than play ball with his only devoted son.

[banging]

There, one neglected shingle, now unneglected.

Now for some paint.

Oops.

Help! Augie, help!

Get that ladder back under me.

Okay, dad, even if you won't play with me, I'll help you.

Fine, fine, only please hurry it up.

I'll ask my friend Lonesome Leonard to help me.

I'd be most grateful for Lonesome Leonard's assistance,

whoever he is.

Go help my helpless dad, will ya, Lonesome Leonard?

Okay, dad. Lonesome will

put up the ladder for you.

And just in time.

I'm getting awfully tired.

Thanks, Lonesome.

Here goes.

He-he-hey!

Where's the ladder?

[crashes]

I'd like to thank Lonesome Leonard, Augie,

but I don't feel he deserves it.

Oh, he doesn't mind, dad.

What was that, Lonesome?

You do mind?

And you want dad to thank you?

Okay.

Thank Lonesome Leonard, dad.

He's very sensitive.

All right, Augie.

But where is he?

He's right there, dad.

Right there where, Augie?

Right there there, dad.

No wonder he's so lonesome.

Nobody can see him.

Come on, Lonesome, we'll go inside and watch some TV.

[chuckles]

I'd be less than a father

if 1 didn't look into this,

even though ] can't see a thing.

Ah, here it is.

Right here in the child psycholo-logical book.

And it says, "it is not unusual for children

to have imaginary playmates.

It is merely a childhood phase.

Go along with it and eventually the phase will pass."

So, if Augie sees a Lonesome Leonard,

then I will see one too. [chuckles]

What did you say, Lonesome?

You like dear old dad?

Oh, he's all right, 1 guess, for a grown up.

Hello, Lonesome Leonard, wherever you are.

How's the TV today?

You don't mind if I join you, do you, Lonesome?

I'll just sit here and be quiet as a mouse.

Look out, dad!

Huh, what's wrong, Augie?

You just sat on Lonesome Leonard.

Speak to me, Lonesome.

Are you hurt?

Did he squish you bad?

I'm sorry, Augie,

but I didn't see him.

And that's the truth. [chuckles]

What's that, Lonesome?

You wanna lie down 'neath

the shade of an old oak tree?

Uh, give me a hand, dad.

We gotta get him to an old oak tree.

Easy, dad, don't drop him.

! won't, Augie.

He's pretty light. [chuckles]

Come to think of it, Augie, we don't have an old oak tree.

Will an old avuncular bush do?

That'll do fine, dear old dad.

What's that, Lonesome?

It's got to be an old oak tree?

Well, don't worry, we'll find one.

Won't we, dad?

Oh, for certainty, Augie my boy,

for certainty.

Augie, we've been looking

now for an old oak tree for over an hour.

Are you Sure an ice cream soda wouldn't do just as well?

No, dad.

It's got to be an old oak tree.

Say, officer, where is the nearest old oak tree?

We'd like to put Lonesome Leonard under it.

Never mind, officer. [chuckles]

We'll find one.

Come on, Augie, head for the park.

It's the fireman's life for me.

It's about time.

! thought we'd never find an old oak tree.

Look, dad, it worked!

Lonesome is getting up.

I'm sure he's light on his feet.

Wait, dad, he's trying to tell me something.

You say dear old dad squished you and hurt your feelings

so you're leaving forever?

Please don't go.

Dad didn't mean it.

Go after him, dad.

Tell him you didn't mean it.

Well, if it'll make ya happy, Augie,

! will gladly apologize.

But first, tell me, which way did he go?

There he is, dad.

He's climbing that telephone pole.

Come back, Lonesome.

1 didn't mean to squish ya.

As a matter of fact, 1 didn't even see ya.

He's running across the wire, dad.

Don't let him get away.

Listen to reason, Lonesome.

There he is, Dad.

He's climbing up that building.

Here, Lonesome, here, Lonesome.

Come back here, Lonesome.

What'd you lose, Mac? A parakeet?

No, a Lonesome Leonard.

A Lonesome Leonard?

What's a Lonesome Leonard?

Well, a Lonesome Leonard is a...

It's a... Well, it's a...

Come to think of it,

there is no such a thing as a Lonesome Leonard.

Help, Augie!

Get me outta here.

Aren't you glad Lonesome Leonard forgave you, dear old dad?

Oh, I'm flabbergasted with joy, Augie.

Eat your spaghetti, Lonesome.

[chuckles]

After all, how many boys

have pals who don't eat?

How about that?

A figment of the imagination with an appetite.

[theme music]

[theme music]

[male narrator] In the town of El Pueblo

peace rained ever so long

because of their hero, EI Kabong.

He lived high on a hill, retired and old

with his pal Baba Looey

remembering days old.

There she is, Baba boy.

My old kabonger.

1 don't thin' that kabonger has kabonged the kabong

for a long time, Queeks Draw.

What say, we give it a little try for old times sake.

-On who, Queeks Draw? -'Kabong'

[thud]

[Quick Draw] On you, Baba Looey.

Now he tolds me.

Sounds like she needs a little tuning.

! thin’ your kabonging days are over, El Kabong.

! mean, Queeks Draw. It's so quiet outside.

You can hear the caterpillars stomping across the front lawn.

[boom]

-What was that, Baba Looey? -Queeks Draw, look!

[narrator] It was the end of peace, and the end of peacemakers.

With the coming of a land shark called Toothy Acres.

He he he.

What for you kaboom my house into little pieces?

Because you wouldn't sell it to me for $8. That's why.

Alright, I'll sell. Give it to me the $8.

What? For that pile of junk?

I'll five you a buck and thirty five!

I'll give you $12 and 62 cents for your 1000 acres ranch,

typical western rancher's daughter

who's alone and helpless.

-No, never! -This is your last chance.

Going, going, going...

[explosion]

Oh, no!

There goes my beautiful 1000 acre ranch!

Marry up with me and I'll save myself

a neat $12 and 62 cents.

-Never. -Oh, come on. Be reasonable.

Help! Help! Help!

I've seen enough. I'm gonna tune up my kabonger.

And El Kabong will ride again!

Yeah, but who's gonna tune up El Kabong?

1 don't need no tunin’ up!

I'm fit as a fiddle and running to go. Watch!

[thuds]

Who moved the dad-dratted floor?

Queeks Draw, wait! Act your age!

Ole. El Kabong rides again!

What in the world is that old geezer doin' up there?

[boom]

He he he. The old boy must be off his rocker.

That old, dad-dratted rocking Chair's got me, I guess.

Don't feel bad, Queeks Draw.

We all gots to get old sometime.

Thanks, Baba.

But I sure wish someone could take

the place of El Kabong.

[knocking]

! wonder who that is.

[Baba] I'll go see, Queeks Draw.

Hello there, shorty. I'm back!

It's Queeks Draw Jr. Son of Queeks Draw Sr.

-Hello, Queeks Draw Jr. -Junior?

! plum forgot you've been away ata classy school

in the classy East!

You come back just in time to follow in my heroic footsteps.

[Quick Draw] Does this mean anything to you, junior?

It sure does, Daddy-o.

Gee. That's El Kabong's Kabonger.

You thin', you know how to use it, junior?

[El Kabong Jr.] Oh, ! sure!

S Rock-rock-rock me f

£ In the rocking chair f

£1 don't care if lf

~ Don't get nowhere f

This town is doomed, Baba Looey.

[narrator] But the old caballero was wrong.

Junior had a card up his sleeve.

Baba Looey, my card.

[El Kabong Jr.] "E/ Kabong, Jr. Have guitar...will travel."

1 don't get it, son of Queeks Draw.

His seeming lassitude and lack of civic interest

which merely intended to match my true motives.

Hmm. That sounds reasonable to me.

-But I don't get it! -Watch!

-Ole. -He's the son of El Kabong.

I'm so happy! I thin' I cry!

Ole!

Help! Help! Help!

[El Kabong Jr.] Ole, Kabong!

[bang]

Thanks for saving me when I yelled, "Help! Help! Help!"

You're welcome!

Come back with that typical

western rancher's daughter

who's alone and helpless.

Ah! Gotcha!

Oh, well, here we go again!

Help! Help! Help! Help!

[El Kabong Jr.] Ole. Kabong!

[bang]

Thanks, again for saving me when I yelled

"Help! help! Help!", again.

You're welcome, again.

Hello, again!

[bam]

And get lost again!

And help, help, help again.

-Ole, again! -What? You again?

Hello again!

And now, my fine feathered fiend, en garde!

[toing toing toing]

Why not!

[swords clank]

Uh, pardon me while l rest a minute.

Say, that's quite a maneuver. How did you do it?

Oh, it's easy. Let me show you.

[Toothy Acres] Just a slight twist of the wrist is all.

-Is it all there is to it? -Right. Now, let's go!

Gosh! Where'd you ever learn to do that?

-At the Good Old Eastern Tech. -'Good old Eastern Tech?’

Yup. Good Old Eastern Tech.

-Why, I graduated from there. -[Toothy Acres] You did?

And so did ! before I became a typical

western rancher's daughter

who is alone and helpless.

Baba Looey, are you sure it's my lazy no-good son

who's El Kabong?

Si, Queeks Draw, ! thin’ you cry as I did

when you see him in your El Kabong suit, let's go.

He's whipping a tart out of Toothy Acres, right now.

Hold on there, junior.

Old Quick Draw McGraw is coming to give you a hand.

Huh?

~ Rock, rock, rock us f

~ In the rockin' chair

S We don't care f

f If we don't get nowhere ff

Queeks draw, say something.

Say something.

Ole, ole, ole!

l thin' he means, holy mackerel.

[giggling]

[theme music]

[theme music]

Say, Snoop, when am! gonna get a salary

for being your assistant?

Blab, your golden opportunity has come at last.

Oh, boy!

You mean I'm gonna get paid?

Always remember, Blab, that some things are bigger than money.

I'm gonna make you the private eye,

and meself, yours truly, your lowly assistant.

Snoop, you mean you're gonna let me be the private eye?

Oh joy unleashed, oh ambition realized,

Oh day of days!

Decompose yourself, Blab, and get behind the desk, chief.

This is a solemn moment.

[sobs]

[phone rings]

Well, answer the phone, you booby chief!

Yes sir, assistant!

Blabber Detective Agency,

roses are red, violets are blue,

we'll take your case and solve it for you.

Chief Blab speaking.

Who? Aladdin?

Your genie has escaped?

And you want us to help you find him for a million dollar reward?

We'll be right over.

Hey, assistant, ready the helicopter,

and be quick and nimble about it.

Well, here we are over Persia, chief.

Where does this Aladdin character live?

427 Open Sesame Square.

Fasten your safety belt, chief, we're going down!

All right, Aladdin, let's have the facts!

Last night, when I rubbed the lamp to make a wish,

no genie, this note was in the lamp instead.

What does it say, Blab?

Dear master, I got a little cramped in the lamp,

so I took it on the lam!

Signed, Genie with the light brown hair.

Oh good, we got a description of the suspect!

Find him. Put him back in this lamp,

and the million dollars is yours.

! accept the caper, and also the green paper.

What's your modus operandi gonna be, chief?

Well, if 1 was a genie, I'd make a quick getaway

in a flying carpet, so I'll start by talking to Alibi Baba,

a used-carpet dealer.

What will it be, gentlemen?

We're having a cleanup sale on all models today, including

those small, throw rug, foreign jobs.

We're detecti-tives, and we're looking for someone.

Oh, the police.

! run an honest business, lieutenant.

There's no dirt under my carpets, ! am honest.

Have you seen a genie around here, oh honest merchant?

A genie?

No, but you might try Scheherazade's

Arabian night club.

Down in the market place.

Come on, Snoop.

Like I said, if he were here I'd tell you.

Yes, ma'am.

! just hang around telling

Arabian night stories

-to the customers. -Yes, ma'am.

You might try the water front.

Sinbad the Sailor sees them all come and go, like ! said.

[Blabber] Yes, ma‘'am.

Yes, ma'am. Yes, ma'am. Yes, ma'am.

Ma'am yes.

All right, you booby Blab, knock it off!

Yes, ma'am. l mean, yes, sir!

Uh, that's right.

1 see them all come and go.

But a genie?

I'm afraid not.

Where were you on the Arabian night

of January 16th?

[Sinbad] Huh?

Blab, what in tarnation

has that got to do with it?

Nothing, Snoop!

But for a second there, l was really living.

He-he-he-he.

Oh boy, the things you miss being cooped up

in an itty bitty old lamp!

Look at all the tall buildings!

My, my!

Now, uh, where would you go

if you were a genie on the loose, Blab?

Search me, Snoop!

Pardon me, sir, I'm hungry for news.

Now, may I ask you a few questions?

Sure, mister, what do you want to know?

Are they still doing the Charleston?

Did Lucky Lindy make it to Paris?

How are the Dodgers doing?

Tell me everything!

Where have you been all this time, buddy?

Cooped up in a little old lamp.

Oh, it gave me the willies!

Did you hear that, Snoop?

1 got a hunch this fella knows something!

Have you seen a genie around, kind sir?

No, I'm the only genie I know!

The genie I'm looking for belongs in this lamp.

Aah!

That was the million buck genie!

After him, Blab!

[Blabber] Hey, stop!

Come back here, genie,

and get back into this lamp!

! better hide!

He's in one of these jugs, Snoop!

I'll find him if 1 have to break every one!

Stand back, Blab, whilst I un-jug a genie!

[banging]

[jug shatters]

Heavens to hallava! My jugs!

Hey, what do you think you're doing?

Uh, I was looking for something.

[man] Were you looking for this?

What happened?

Eureka, Blab, ] nabbed the genie!

Bring the lamp, quick!

Don't let him get away, Snoop!

Don't worry, ! got his turban, he won't get far.

I'll give him a little line, and when he's tired

Ill reel him in.

The poor fish hasn't got a chance!

That'll learn him!

[crashing]

Look, he's getting away, Snoop!

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.

So long, you guys!

I'll see you in Baghdad!

[crashing]

[thud]

Listen to reason, genie!

You'll be safer in the lamp!

No, no, no, never, no, uh-uh-uh-uh!

Let's go, Snoop, he's no genie. He's too big.

Oh yeah? I am so a genie!

So prove it! Let's see you fit in that itty bitty lamp!

Ask me to do something hard!

All right, smart guy, watch. This'll show you who's a genie!

See? l told you I was a genie.

He-he-he-he.

I knew it all the time.

[Snooper] Good work, Blab!

You know Blab, uh,

that million bucks dollars reward you got,

divided evenly,

would make you and me

one millionaire.

Well, like you said, Snoop,

some things are bigger than money,

so you can have your job back as Chief private eye!

Uh, I don't get it, Blab.

[Blabber] That's right, Snoop.

You don't get it.

The million bucks reward, that is.

He-he-he!

[theme music]

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[McGraw] Hey, Baba Looye, are you all right?

S'awright.