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Tom!

Oh, Tom!

Hey, Jim!

Whee!

Drat that boy.

He's always late.

I declare, you'd never know that Tom and Sid

was even half-brothers, would you?

If he'd learned his Bible verses

for Sunday school,

he might be a better boy.

We won't wait for him. Sit down and eat.

Fetch the cake.

Let me help you with it, cousin Mary.

Miss Polly! Oh, Miss Polly!

Well, what is it, Jim?

Does you want this wood or this wood?

Oh, any wood, Jim.

Maybe this wood is better than this wood!

Oh, all right.

Heh!

Land of goshen,

your hair looks like a hoorah's nest.

Did you wash your hands good?

Mmm. Gave yourself a lick and a promise,

I'll be bound worthy.

Eat your supper before it gets cold.

Lord, we thank thee for our daily bread. Amen.

Bread, cousin Mary, please.

Tom, it was powerful warm

in school today, wasn't it?

Yessum.

Hmm.

Didn't you want to go swimming, Tom?

No. Well, not very much.

But you're not too warm now, though, are you?

Some of us stuck our heads under the pump.

Mine's damp yet, see?

Yes.

If you only pumped water on your head,

you didn't have to undo your shirt collar

where I sewed it, did you?

Hmm. Well, I was sure you'd played hooky

from school and gone swimming.

Didn't you sew his collar

with white thread, aunt Polly?

Yes, I did.

That thread's black.

Tom!

Huh!

Ouch! It could turn black, couldn't it?

In the sun?

Well, you're enough

to give a saint the conniptions.

Yessum.

Now, you march straight up to bed and right now.

Ow!

Play hooky on Friday,

whitewash on Saturday!

I would, aunt Polly,

but there ain't any whitewash.

Oh, yes, there is.

I mixed 3 whole bucketfuls myself.

That whole great big fence?

Every inch of it.

And you don't want any streaks in it,

do you, aunt Polly?

Nary a one.

I'll tell the boys you can't go swimming

'cause you gotta whitewash the old fence.

Bye, Tom.

Aunt Polly!

Say, Jim...

I'll fetch the water if you'll whitewash.

I can't, master Tom!

Miss Polly told me to go along and tend to my own business.

And if I don't, she'd snatch the head off of me.

She? Huh!

She never licks anybody.

Only whacks them over the head with a thimble.

Like this.

Ouch!

Excuse me, master Tom.

I didn't mean to hurt you.

Jim, I'll tell you what I'll do.

If you'll whitewash some,

I'll show you my short toe.

Let me see.

Ow!

Clear the river!

I'm the steamboat Big Missouri.

Bound for St. Louis from New Orleans.

Let her go! Full steam ahead!

Stop her!

I'm going a-swimming, I am.

But of course, you'd rather work.

What do you call work?

Why, ain't that work?

Well, all I know is it suits Tom Sawyer.

Say, let me whitewash a little.

Think I'd let a dude whitewash?

Oh, come on now.

I'd let you if you was me.

No. If it were the inside,

I wouldn't mind.

And aunt Polly wouldn't.

But she's awful particular about the outside.

Aw, shucks.

I'd be careful.

I'll give you the rest of my apple.

Well, here... No. I'm a-feared.

And I'll give you this, too.

Ain't that a humdinger.

What is it?

It's a knob off a brass doorknocker.

All my life I wanted a knob off a brass doorknocker.

Well...

Here.

Quick, before I change my mind.

Don't tell aunt Polly.

I ain't seen a thing, master Tom.

Hey, aunt Polly!

Aunt Polly!

This aunt Polly that.

Aunt Polly here, aunt Polly there.

Well, what's the matter now?

Can't you tend to work and leave a body in peace?

May I go now, aunt Polly?

How much have you done?

It's all done. 3 coats, too.

Now, see here, Tom,

Don't you lie to me. I can't bear it.

Well, look.

Huh.

Well, I never!

There's no getting 'round it.

You can work when you have a mind to.

Well, run along and play.

Virtue is its own reward as the good book says.

Aunt Polly!

Ohh!

Aunt Polly!

Oh, my sakes alive!

Ohh! Ohh!

There, don't you worry, Sidney, dear.

You can put on your Sunday suit.

Wait till I get my hands

on that blabberskite when he comes home.

Go on. Oh, dear.

Yoo-hoo!

Hello, Amy.

Hello, Tom...

Dear, I got something for you.

Where have you been such a long time?

I haven't seen you since we got engaged.

I had the chicken pox.

You haven't got it now, have you?

No, silly.

Think ma-ma would let me out

if I wasn't all cured?

Who's moving in across the way?

I heard ma-ma say it was the new judge.

Oh, that's their silly little girl.

She's awful!

Ma sent me over to play with her, but I wouldn't.

She's too ugly.

Nobody round here's going to like her.

Mmm. Say, Amy?

Are you sure you got over the chicken pox?

Yes.

Certain sure?

Why, yes. What's the matter?

You look awful peaked.

I do?

What are those 2 pink spots on your cheek?

Pink spots? Where?

Of course, maybe it's only poison ivy.

Yes. Maybe it is.

But I ain't been out of the house.

Oh!

Ma! Ma!

Uhh!

Becky! Becky!

Yes, mama?

Uhh!

Tom's got a girl, Tom's got a girl.

Aunt Polly!

Hey, Ben!

Wanna buy your frog back?

Whatcha want for her?

Bible tickets.

6 blues and 6 yellers.

You're crazy.

Give you 4 blues and 5 yellers.

Hand them over.

Ohh.

And you see, judge,

whenever one of our pupils learns

2 verses of scripture,

he or she receives a blue ticket.

Now, 100 blue tickets

entitle him or her to one yellow ticket.

And 10 yellow tickets bring the reward

of a beautiful Bible.

Attention! Attention!

Ahem. Attention.

Today we have the rare privilege

of distinguished visitors.

Judge Thatcher,

the newly elected magistrate of our county

has consented to make the presentation

of the Bible prize to Sidney Sawyer.

Come up, Sidney.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8...

Ahem.

I'm sorry, Sidney,

but I'm afraid you'll have to wait another week.

You are 2 tickets short.

I wasn't short when I came in here.

Come on.

I don't suppose there is anyone else who has learned

the necessary 2,000 verses?

Oh, I thought not.

Mr. Walters!

I'm ready for a bible.

I've got enough tickets.

Well!

Very well.

Take a seat on the platform while I count them.

1, 2, 3, 4,

5...

Ahem.

5, 6,

7, 8,

9, 10.

10.

Yes, it's quite true.

Here is the requisite number of tickets.

Then the young man is certainly entitled to his reward.

Yes.

Then if you will be so kind, judge.

Well, my fine little man,

what is your name?

Tom.

Oh, no.

It is, uh...

Thomas?

But you have another one, I dare say.

Tell the gentleman your other name, Thomas,

and say, sir.

Sir Thomas Sawyer.

2,000 verses are a great many.

And you can never be sorry for the trouble you took to learn them.

No doubt you know all the names of the 12 disciples?

Who were the first 2?

Answer the judge, Thomas. Don't be afraid.

He's frightened, poor boy.

But I know he'll tell me.

Now, the names of the first 2 disciples were?

Were?

Adam and Eve!

Thy banners make tyranny tremble

when borne by the red, white, and blue.

Be seated.

Thomas Sawyer!

Yes, Mr. Dobbins?

Come up here.

Now, sir...

Why are you late this time?

Perhaps you'd like to sit with the girls again?

Oh, no, Mr. Dobbins.

Then I trust you have an excellent excuse?

I stopped to talk to Huck Finn.

Huckleberry Finn!

Does your aunt allow you to associate with such riff-raff?

Well, I...

Of course not.

Go sit with the girls, you-you...

We will start with drill in multiplication.

You will have precisely 2 minutes

To write the answers on your slates.

Hmm.

Come, come.

Time is fleet.

You'll tell.

It's wonderful.

Why you bad thing!

Who drew this?!

Whose slate is this?!

Jonah Pauper, did you draw this?

No, sir.

Willie Fisher, did you?

No, sir!

Benjamin Rogers!

Rebecca Thatcher?!

Did you?

No? Look me in the eye!

Did you draw this?!

Speak up!

No?

We'll see.

Come up here, Rebecca Thatcher.

I done it!

What?!

I did it, sir.

Come up here, Thomas Sawyer.

Hmmph!

Ooh!

Attention!

We will continue from where we were interrupted.

You have precisely...

32 seconds to complete the drill.

"How could you be so noble?"

"How could you be so noble?"

"How could you be so noble?"

Hello, Tom.

Hello, Becky.

Do you love rats?

No, I hate them.

Well, I do, too, live ones.

But I mean dead ones.

To swing around your head on a string.

No, I don't care for rats much anyway.

What I like is chewing gum.

So do I.

I wish I had some now.

I've got some at home.

I'll let you chew it a while tomorrow.

But you must give it back to me.

Say, Becky, was you ever engaged?

What's that?

Why, engaged to be married.

No.

Would you like to?

I reckon so. I don't know.

What's it like?

Like? Why, it ain't like anything.

It's...

Remember what I wrote on your slate?

Yes.

Well, just say that to each other,

and you're engaged.

Anybody can do it.

Well, not now. Some other time.

Tomorrow.

Please, Becky, I'll whisper.

I'll whisper it ever so easy.

I love you.

Now you whisper it to me.

Turn your face so as you can't see

and then I will.

Turn your face away.

Now it's all over but the kiss.

Kiss?

What do you kiss for?

Why, that, well...

They always do that.

Please, Becky.

Don't be a-feared.

It ain't anything at all.

Please, Becky.

Please.

Now it's all done.

After this, you ain't never gonna marry anybody but me.

Never. Will you?

No, Tom, and you ain't ever to marry anybody but me either.

Of course. That's part of it.

So nice. I never heard of it before.

Why, it's ever so gay.

For me and Amy Lawrence, when we was...

Amy Lawrence?!

You and Amy Lawrence?!

Oh, Tom!

Then I ain't the first you've ever been engaged to.

Don't cry, Becky.

That was a month ago.

Go away.

Look, here's something I wanna give you.

I don't want it.

It's a knob off a brass doorknocker.

Please, Becky, won't you take it?

Well, here's the best treasure I got.

Take it.

Aah!

Meow!

Hello, Huck.

Whatcha got?

A dead cat.

Say, Huck, what's dead cats good for?

Good for?

To cure warts with.

Cure warts with?

How do you do that?

Why, you take your cat

and along about midnight

you go get in the graveyard

where somebody wicked's been buried.

Then when the devil comes to take that fella away,

why, you heave your cat at him

and say, "devil, follow corpse.

"cat, follow devil, warts, follow cat.

I'm done with you."

That'll cure any wart.

When are you going to try the cat?

Well, they're burying Old Horse Williams today.

I reckon the devil will come after him tonight.

Horse Williams, suppose he's wicked enough?

Oh, yes.

He's the wickedest man in these parts...

since my pa got run out of town.

Would you let me go with you?

If you ain't a-feared.

Who's a-feared?

Well, I'm going fishing.

I guess you better be getting to school.

I'll be waiting for you at midnight.

Will you meow?

I'll meow and you meow back.

The last time 8 cats came out before you did.

Meow.

Meow.

Meow!

Oh, meow!

Meow!

Meow.

Meow!

Hey!

Hucky, do you believe that the dead people

like it for us to be here?

It's all right, if you don't step on 'em.

Say, Hucky?

Do you reckon Hoss Williams hears us talkin'?

Of course, he does.

You can't be too particular how you talk.

I wished I'd said "Mr. Williams."

Shh.

The devil's comin'.

We're goners.

Can you pray?

I'll try.

Now I lay me down to sleep, I...

Look.

Why, they ain't devils.

That's Muff Potter.

Yes, and he's drunk again.

That's Dr. Robinson.

They're body-snatching.

And Injun Joe.

I'd rather they was devils than him.

Now put it in the wheelbarrow and get started.

Well?

I want my money.

You'll get your money when your job's finished,

Not until then.

Kind of high and mighty, ain't ya, for a grave robber?

I want my money now,

and some more next week,

and some more after that!

Why you blackmailing half-breed, I'll...

My god, don't do that! Uh!

Aah!

Muff? Huh?

Come on, Muff.

You got to get out of here.

What's the matter?

Joe... Joe...

I never meant to do it.

Of course, you didn't, Muff.

Of course, you didn't.

Huck, do you suppose we ought to tell anybody?

Do you want to get us killed?

Why, that devil Injun Joe

wouldn't think any more of drownin' us

than a couple of cats

if we was to tell on him.

Looky here,

Let's take and swear to one another to keep mum.

Give me your hand.

No, that's good enough for little, rubbishy things.

Ought to be writin' abing like this,

and signed in blood.

Yeah, and lots of swearing.

"Huck... Finn...

"and Tom Sawyer...

"swear they will keep mum,

"and may they drop down dead in their tracks

if they ever tell and rot."

No use to keep bangin' on that door.

The doctor didn't come home all night.

Aunt Polly.

He's been sitting there like that

ever since school.

Tom!

What's the matter with you?

He talked so much in his sleep,

he kept me awake about half the night.

What you got on your mind, Tom?

Nothin'.

Now, don't waste my time! I'm cookin' supper!

What ails you?

Nothin' I know of!

I know what'll cure it.

Painkiller?

Painkiller, a double dose, and right now.

And you did talk such stuff in your sleep.

You said, "blood, blood."

You said that over and over.

And you said, "I won't tell."

Tell what?

Now, you take this.

It'll cure anything.

Open your mouth.

Open your mouth!

Aah!

Now get your breath,

and then you take this other spoonful.

Here! Hear what I say?

Do it!

Don't ask for it, Peter,

unless you really want it.

You better make sure.

Well, all right.

But if you find you don't like it,

you mustn't blame anybody but your own self.

Oh!

Tom?

What on earth ails that cat?

I don't know, aunt Polly.

I never see anything like it.

What did make him act so?

Cats always act so

when they're having a good time.

Oh, they do, do they?

Did you give that cat some painkiller?

Look me in the eye.

Hmm!

Oh!

Now, sir, what you want to treat that cat so cruel for?

I done it out of pity for him

'cause he hadn't any aunt.

Hadn't any aunt, you numbskull!

What's that got to do with it?

Because if he'd had one,

she'd have roasted the innards out of him

without any more feeling than if he was a human.

Tom, you mustn't be cruel to dumb beasts.

What's cruel to a dumb beast

might be cruel to a human, too, aunt Polly.

But, Tom, it did do you good.

Done him good, too.

I never see him get along so before.

Oh, go along with you

before you aggravate me again.

Ow.

You don't whack Sid when he takes sugar.

Well, Sid don't torment a body the way you do.

Oh!

You...

Don't punish Tom, aunt Polly!

It was Sid broke it.

Well, you didn't get a lick a miss, I reckon.

You've been in plenty of other audacious mischief.

Oh!

Ain't you goin' to the church social?

Mmm... church social!

This here's chock full of potato salad

and a great, big chocolate cake

and pickles.

If I was to drown myself

then they'd be sorry.

Ben Rogers is gonna bring

a whole lot of fishin' worms

to put down girls' necks.

They'd see my body layin' there all wet and stiff,

then they'd dress up and cry some.

My ma was gonna whack me

if I didn't put these shoes on.

Treat you like a dog.

Like a old cur dog.

Shoes!

Anybody'd think there was snow on the ground.

Burnin' you out with painkiller.

Squeezin' your feet.

Enough to make anybody run away.

I'd just as soon.

Huh?

We would never wear shoes.

We could go a thousand miles away.

We could go all over the world!

We can get Huck Finn to go with us!

We can use Huck's raft!

I'm Captain Murrell,

The one-eyed terror of the Mississippi,

and if you don't dig for treasure,

that's committin' mutiny.

Aw, I've walked the plank 10 times already.

I'm sick of committin' mutiny.

You're a fine old slodge of a pirate, you are.

You're a disgrace.

Then why didn't you let me be a hermit

like I wanted to be?

All right, then, you're a hermit.

Hey, black avenger!

Now, go on, be a hermit.

Hey, Joe!

What's that?

Tain't thunder.

Listen. Don't talk.

Look!

Somebody's drowned.

They shoot over the water.

That makes the body come up to the top.

By jinx, I'd give heaps to know who's drowned.

Hucky?

I betcha they're lookin' for doc Robinson.

We won't find nothin'

till we get down the river to where the raft was found.

How do you know that was the right raft?

Why, the poor little Harper boy's shoes

was still on it, you old puddin' head!

That who's drowned... us!

Oh!

Say, Tom?

Do you suppose they really think I'm drownded?

Course they do. Ain't ya glad?

Well, I suppose so,

But I thought maybe my mother would... well...

Your mother made you wear shoes, didn't she?

Well, yes, but, well...

if she felt too bad,

well, maybe I ought to go home.

What?

Well, you know, just for a visit.

Visit?

You're just scared.

Shucks, I'll bet you'll both want to go home.

Aw!

Joe?

Joe?

What?

What do you want to be when you go home?

You mean...

You mean, we're gonna go home?

In about 10 or 20 years maybe.

Oh.

10 or 20 years.

I think...

I think I'll be a general.

Then when I come home with my sword

ad medals and maybe one leg off...

My grandpa's got one leg off.

Or maybe I ought to go out west

and join the Indians.

Then when I was chief,

I'd put on my feathers and war paint

and come prancin' into Sunday school.

My ma always give us pancakes and molasses

before Sunday school.

I know!

I'll be a pirate.

Then I could sail right up to town

with my cutlass and horse pistols,

and they'd all hide and say,

"Tom Sawyer, the terror of the seas,

is back home again."

Yeah... back home again.

Well... well...

One thing about being a pirate,

Nobody's gonna bother you about washin' your feet.

My ma always makes me wash my feet with soap.

Yeah.

But I bet she don't smother the covers

up around your neck

or fuss around with your pillow every night.

Ma got me an eiderdown.

Well... anyhow,

we won't have to listen to 'em in the mornin',

rattlin' the dishes

and talkin' and laughin' so loud and cheerful.

My ma don't laugh much in the morning,

but she sings nice hymns.

Course there ain't such good swimmin'

anywhere's as here, Joe.

But it ain't so much fun

when there's nobody to tell you you can't go in.

I could tell you you can't go in, Joe.

I want my ma to tell me I can't go in.

Never to see our boys again.

Oh, Mrs. Harper.

It's a poem, Mrs. Harper,

to your Joe and our Tom.

Uh, read it, child.

"Our Drownded Boys" by Mary Wadsworth Sawyer.

"Alack, our broken hearts are so sad.

"Alack, our sorrow, it is so hard to measure.

"for though oftimes, they may have acted pretty bad,

"boys will be boys.

They were our fond treasure."

Now, don't take on so.

You're just wearing yourself to pieces.

Oh, I hadn't given up hope

till they found the raft

with Joe's little shoes on it.

Poor, abused boy.

I bet it was Tom's fault.

Now, Sidney,

don't you say one word against our dear Tom...

Now that he's gone.

You better run up to bed.

Yes, aunt Polly.

Oh, Mrs. Harper,

I don't know how I can go on

without my Tom.

And the last words I ever heard him say

were to reproach me.

Well, all our tears

won't bring them back.

Oh, aunt Polly,

don't you think you'd better try

and get a little sleep now?

I reckon I'd better.

I'm all tuckered out.

Get some rest, Miss Polly dear.

Good night.

Good night, aunt Polly.

Good night.

O, God,

in thine infinite mercy,

watch over our innocent boys.

punish me as I deserve,

but not in this way.

I beg of thee.

Please. Oh, please, let their bodies be found

so that I can look on my dear Tom's face

once more for the last time.

Amen.

Why, Jim, why aren't you asleep?

I can't, Miss Mary.

I can't do nothin' but think about

the funeral Sunday.

Now, stop thinking about Sunday.

Go on out and go to sleep, Jim.

I'll try, Miss Mary.

Tom, what are you...

What you do here?

You know they lookin' for you?

Why, them boys was my friends.

You ain't got no friend but me.

You stay hid.

Dear friends,

we are gathered here to pay solemn and loving tribute

to the memory of 3 fine and beautiful young boys

cut off in the fullness of life's morn'.

What a model of obedience and uprightness

was Joseph Harper.

Always the prop and comfort of his dear mother.

Always taking pride in being well-dressed and neat.

Yet, let us rejoice

that he is now wearing celestial raiment.

And Thomas Sawyer.

I shall not speak of his kindness

to man and beast alike...

nor of his diligence in performing

his appointed duties about the home.

Suffice it to say,

in the recent words of a St. Louis editor,

"his life was gentle,

"and the elements so mixed in him

"that nature might stand up and say to all the world,

this was a boy."

And last, but, oh, my friends, by no means least,

the figure we all had come to love...

the unfortunate, but enduring child of nature

known as Huckleberry Finn.

How bravely he overcame

the dismal handicaps of his parentage.

How nobly he grew in grace

and became a useful member.

But now, alas, all 3 blossoming youths

have crossed the great river.

They have stepped upon the sunlit shore.

Even now, they march.

They march into...

Tom! Tom! Oh!

Oh, my boy! My precious!

Joe!

Oh, Joe!

Where have you been all this time?

Who saved you?

Why, nobody.

We was just playin' pirates.

Playing pirates?!

Makin' a passel of fools out of us!

If they were mine,

I'd laugh their hide off.

Letting us think that they were drowned!

They have returned to us unharmed.

Let us give thanks.

Sing and put your hearts in it.

Playin' pirates.

Just wait till I get you home.

Praise God from whom all blessings flow

Praise him all creatures here below...

I know I did wrong to run away

and let you think we was drowned,

but I dreamt about you anyway.

Dream? A cat does that much.

What'd you dream?

Why, uh... why...

Thursday night, I dreamt that you, aunt Polly,

were sitting on the sofa,

and you were sitting on the wood box,

and Mary next to you.

So we did.

So we always do.

And Joe Harper's mother was here.

Why, she was here.

Hmm.

Did you dream any more?

It seems to me that Mrs. Harper

said she still has hopes until they found the raft

with Joe's...

Joe's...

Try harder, Tom!

It was his shoes.

Why, it happened just so!

Mm-hmm.

Go on, Tom.

Oh, it's all getting as bright as day now.

then Sid said...

I think he said...

he bet it was my fault.

Mercy on us, his very words.

And you shut him up sharp.

I certainly did.

And then you went to bed.

Don't tell me there ain't anything in dreams.

Sereny Harper'll know of this

before I'm a minute older! Hmm!

"Oh, it's all getting as bright as day now."

Trash!

That's what happened, wasn't it?

Purty thin... as long a dream as that

without any mistakes in it.

Huh!

Sid?

Yah, you missed me!

Tom!

You, Tom!

I have a good notion to skin you alive!

You!

What have I done, aunt Polly?

Here I go over to Sereny Harper

with all that rubbish about that dream,

and, lo and behold, she found out from Joe

you was over here

and heard all the talk we had that night!

Oh, Tom, I don't know what's to become of a boy

that will act the way you do.

I know now it was mean, aunt Polly,

But I didn't mean to be mean.

Honest, I didn't.

And besides, I didn't come over here

to laugh at you that night.

Well, what did you come over here for then?

To tell you not to worry about us

'cause we hadn't got drowned.

I'd give the whole world to believe that,

but it ain't reasonable.

Because why didn't you tell me, child?

Well, you see,

When I heard talkin' about the funeral,

I got the idea of hidin' in the church,

so I put the bark back in my pocket

and kept mum.

Bark? What bark?

The bark I wrote on to tell you we'd gone pirate.

Why, it's still in the pocket of my old coat.

You can look and see if you don't believe me.

I wish now you'd wake up when I kissed you.

I do, honest.

Did you kiss me, Tom?

Why, yes, I did, aunt Polly.

Now, what'd you kiss me for?

Because I love you so,

and you laid there moanin',

and I was so sorry.

Kiss me again, Tom.

Go on to school now.

And don't bother me mo more.

Yeah, you didn't fool me.

Aunt Polly!

I never did nobody any harm before.

You'll all say that.

I didn't know what I was doin'.

I hope... I hope to die this minute if I did.

Hey, Tom.

They found doc Robinson's body

and arrested Muff.

But Muff didn't kill him.

Injun Joe says he did, and Muff thinks he did.

But we saw.

What are we gonna do?

Do? Nothin'.

Do you wanna drop down dead in your tracks

and rot?

Ohh.

Hear ye, hear ye,

The State of Missoura vs. Clarence Potter,

alias Muff Potter.

Death was due to an incisive trauma of the heart

inflicted by a knife.

It's Muff Potter's knife, all right.

I sold it to him last October.

Sure, I could see Muff stab him.

I was as close as I am to you.

That's all.

The state rests.

Your honor, I ask for an adjournment

until tomorrow morning.

Adjournment? For what?

To prepare my address to the jury,

which'll be our only defense.

You will introduce no witnesses?

We've been unable to find any.

Here's some more tobaccer, Muff.

And here's some real Lucifer matches.

Thank you, boys.

You've been mighty good to me,

better than anybody else in this town.

And often I says to myself, says I,

"I used to show the boys where the good fishin' places was

"and befriend 'em what I could,

And now they all forgot ol' Muff when he's in trouble."

But Tom don't, and Huck don't.

And I don't forget them, either.

It's a prime comfort to look on faces that's friendly

when a body's in such a muck of trouble.

Good friendly faces. Heh.

Shake hands.

Little hands.

But they've helped Muff Potter a power.

They'd help more if they could.

...tell the truth, the whole truth,

nothing but the truth, so help me.

Thomas Sawyer, where were you

on the 17th of June,

about the hour of midnight?

Where were you on the night of June 17,

about 12 of the clock?

Where were you at midnight on June 17?

In the graveyard.

A little louder, please.

Don't be afraid.

You were...

Ahem. In the graveyard!

What did you take there?

Only a...

A dead cat.

And, uh, just what were you going to do

with your dead cat?

We was gonna take our warts off with him.

See, you take your cat along about midnight.

You go get in the graveyard

where somebody wicked's been buried.

Your honor, since we must be exposed

to all this boyish prattle about a dead cat,

may I ask the cat where is the feline corpus delicti?

We will produce

the skeleton of that cat.

Now, when you were in the graveyard,

were you anywhere near

Horse Williams' grave?

Yes, sir.

Speak up a little louder.

How near were you?

Near as I am to you.

Were you hidden?

Where you hidden or not?

I was hid.

Where?

Up in a tree.

And now, my boy,

tell us everything that occurred.

Tell it in your own way,

don't skip anything, and don't be afraid.

We saw the fight.

Muff got knocked unconscious.

He didn't kill doc Robinson!

The one that stabbed him was...

Somebody get him!

Whoa!

Ha ha ha ha ha!

Yay! Muff is free.

...in the bright, blue sky

They'll warble a song to me...

I got something for you.

It will make me glad

To think they are happy and free

If ever I see

On bush or tree

Young birds in their pretty nest

I must not in play

Steal the young birds away

To grieve their mother's breast

My mother...

Yoo-hoo. Tom.

All right, children, let's go to the cave!

Everybody!

Hey, wait for me!

All right, children.

Come on.

Attaboy.

Come and get your candles.

Everybody get candles down here.

Don't go out of sight of the entrance, children.

We won't, Miss Jenkins.

Yoo-hoo! Tom!

Wait for us.

Tom! Wait for Sidney and me!

Hurry, Becky!

Hurry! They're gonna catch us!

Oh, look, Becky. Look.

Isn't it pretty?

It's just like Fairyland.

Come on under. You won't get wet.

Thank you.

What is it?

Cake, but it's not to eat.

Just what I wanted.

Give it here, Tom, please!

Thomas, you give me that cake!

I promise I won't eat any of it, Becky.

All right, then. I'll trust you.

It's so still in here, Tom.

I don't hear any of the others.

Yes. We better start back.

Look, Becky.

It's just like a king's throne.

Yes.

Come on, Tom. Let's hurry.

It's this way.

Come on, everybody!

Time to go home!

Hurry up, children!

Come on. Come on, children.

Bats! Look out, Becky!

They'll get in your hair!

Miss Jenkins!

Mr. Sherrell!

Oh, Tom, the king's throne again.

We must have gone in a circle.

Tom...

Maybe there's 2 of 'em.

No, we're lost.

I am sort of mixed-up.

Oh, why did we ever leave the others?

Don't be scared.

I ain't scared.

Nothing to be scared of.

I'm not scared with you along.

Sure. I'll get you out of here.

Why, I wasn't scared in the courtroom

when Injun Joe threw his...

knife at me.

I would be scared with any other boy but you.

Yeah.

Tom!

What was that?

That rock moved.

Come on. Duck under. I'll hold it.

Ooh.

Golly.

Maybe they're hunting for us now.

Sure they are.

Take this.

Miss Jenkins!

Mr. Sherrell!

Miss Jenkins!

Mr. Sherrell!

Aah!

I'm not hurt, Becky.

Hold the torch over.

What are you scared of?

Ohh!

We had a fine time.

Ha ha! Ha ha! How was it?

Well, where's Tom?

Why, he must be on the other wagon.

Uh-huh. Tom! Yo, Tom!

No, he isn't here.

That's strange.

Wonder where he is.

I was sure he was in the other wagon.

Well, who saw him last?

I guess I did.

He was with Becky Thatcher in the cave.

Well, then ask Becky.

Becky! Becky!

Becky!

She's not here.

Is Becky Thatcher in your wagon?

Becky. Becky.

No. She's not here.

They must be together in the cave.

In the cave?

Lost in the caves.

Lost in the cave.

Lost in the caves.

Lost in the cave.

Come on.

I got a driver.

Mark your way as you go.

We don't want anybody else lost in here.

Now split up, men.

Some of you men search the other passages.

No sign of 'em down there.

Nothin' here, judge.

Well, must've turned off before they got this far.

Come on.

Hey, wait a minute. Look.

There's a hole back here and footprints.

Footprints. Footprints.

Come on!

Let's have a look.

That's there, sure.

I been in this cave a hundred times,

but never this far. Come on.

Becky!

Tom!

Becky!

Becky! Tom!

Wait. I'll fire a shot.

Shh.

Did you hear that?

It's them! They're comin'!

We're all right now!

Miss Jenkins!

Mr. Sherrell!

Miss Jenkins!

Mr. Sherrell!

Here we are, in this cave!

Over here.

What's that? Shh!

Mr. Sherrell.

Did you hear that?

It's them.

Hey, judge, look.

Miss Jenkins!

Mr. Sherrell!

They must've gone through there.

Come on.

Look out, judge!

Ehh!

You hurt, judge?

Tom...

We can't get through.

Can we?

What are we gonna do?

There's nothing we can do. It's hopeless.

We couldn't clear that out in 6 months.

Becky, you mustn't.

Please don't.

I can't help it.

If only I had my mother and...

Thy kingdom come,

thy will be done,

in earth as it is in heaven.

There. Ain't it fun havin' a fire?

Yes, but...

Tom, I'm so hungry.

Did you forget this?

I saved it from the picnic for us to dream on,

the way grown-up people do.

Well, couldn't we make a wish on it?

We could try.

I wish...

I wish it was as big as a barrel.

It's good and long. It's my kite string.

You hold on to this end of it,

And I'll unwind it down some of the tunnels.

Oh, no. Please don't leave me.

I've got to. We've gotta do something.

I'll take half of the candle and leave half for you.

Now don't let go of it.

I won't.

Why don't you sing, Becky, and you won't be lonesome.

If ever I see

On bush or...

tree

Young birds in their pretty nest

I must not in play

Steal the young birds away

To grieve their mother's breast

If ever I see

On bush or tree...

My mother, I know

Would sorrow so

Tom!

Tom! Tom!

Wowie!

Tom!

Aah!

If Injun...

If he got in here, there must be some way out.

Let's look.

Becky! Becky!

But you gotta, Becky!

Becky!

There's light! Look!

Come on!

Please, Becky! Please!

I'll be back, Becky.

I'll be back for you!

Becky, it's getting brighter!

Becky, can you hear me?!

It's getting brighter!

Becky, there's light!

Becky!

Becky, I'm comin' for you.

And then this heroic boy

actually went back into that awful darkness

and somehow, some way,

brought our Becky out to safety.

No common place boy could have done that,

no boy other than the noble lad

whom I now present to you, Tom Sawyer.

Where's Tom? Where is he?

I saw him leave with massuh Huckleberry.

Here they are! I got 'em!

Here they are! They're rich!

Tom and Huck are rich!

They found Murrell's treasure.

Excellent, boys.

You did it, son.

Tom, you're a hero.

Don't forget, we're engaged.

Come on, folks. strawberry shortcake.

Oh, Sid.

Aunt Polly!

Why, Tom might even be President someday.

Aunt Polly,

Tom went and...

If they don't hang him first.