All language subtitles for Poor Gold 1969--

Little Abner, you hoo.
Little Abner, yoo hoo.

Every gal in town is after Little Abner.

Poor Abner.

He's a superman at swimmin'
he'll give any man a trimmin'

But when it comes to kissin'
pretty women,

Little Abner goes, -Gulp, gulp-.

Daisy Mae pursues him.

He always runs away.

Daisy hollers, -Whoa!- But you ought to
see him go on Sadie Hawkins Day.

Little Abner, yoo hoo.
Little Abner, yoo hoo.

He's the biggest catch in Dogpatch,
Little Abner, Little Abner.

He's so handsome and so dashin
the gals can't stop their mashin.

But when they whisper, -What's your
secret passion?-

Little Abner says, -Pork chops!-

Daisy Mae.

Come on, Daisy Mae.

It's getting up time.

- Morning, Granny.
- It's after sunup.

Don't forget. You got to get yourself
all prettied up.

'Cause your cousin, Delightful's, coming
over from Pineapple Junction today.

I remembers, Granny.

There's that Lonesome Polecat
messing around.

Him and that Hairless Joe are two of the
most worthless bachelors they is.

Well, stir yourself, gal.

Joe.

Hairless Joe.

What you want, Granny Scraggs?

Tell that no account Polecat to stop
making making them crazy noises.

And get me a bucket of water.

And y'all fetch me up some cooking wood.

Worthless bachelors.

What you doing here, Polecat?

Me call Great Spirits. Make'um fire like
an-ces-tor.

Maybe an-ces-tor didn't tell secret.

Here, get some water for Granny.
I'll get the kindling.

Where's the axe?

Me trade'um to Marryin' Sam.

For fire box.

Why don't you light it?

Fire box no good.

It's a pity you ain't married so we
wouldn't be putting up with

them worthless critters
to get a little work done.

- But Granny, I told you...
- Look at you.

There you stand with the best years
of your life behind you.

And nary a hide nor hair
of a husband has you got.

But I ain't interested in marrying
just any men folk.

I loves Little Abner.

Pretty soon the men folks ain't even
going to look at you.

They desires young'uns.

Gals with spunk.

I don't care.

It's only Little Abner I's waiting for.

Here's your wood, Granny.

Well, it's about time.

Consarn it!

You clumsy idiot.

You trying to knock over
our poor little house?

I only brung a handful, Granny.

And you told me to pile it
close to the cabin.

I'll...

Take'um water.

If I catch you throwing any more wood
against my house I'll...

I'll...

It's Granny.

Well, tan me brown.

He can't help it. He's stupid.

He sure is.

And so are you, you big lummox.

They'll be the death of me yet.

If Daisy Mae could only
get that Little Abner.

Is you very hungry this morning, son?

Not ravenous, Mammy, just kinda.

In that, case I'll only put on
just a few more.

Is you up, Pappy?

Pappy.

Is you up?

He sure do try my patience.

I's coming, Pansy.

- I's awake. I'm coming.
- Here, son.

Set yourself.

I sure is hungry.

Some day I ain't gonna
wake you up for breakfast.

And you're gonna sleep
right through all your meals.

Oh, one happy day.

I reckons we has the finest food
in all the world.

Pork chops and eggs for breakfast,

pork chops and goobers for lunch,

and for supper, more pork chops.

Even though this ain't Sunday...

Don't you start getting your mouth set
for those preserved turnips, Lucifer.

Little Abner's taking them to the store
directly after breakfast.

See if you can make out this printing.

What do you make of it?

Nothing. Good for fire.

No, no, reading.

Howdy, fellers.

Morning, Little Abner.

- Him read printing?
- Sure does.

I can read writing and reading too.

You is the most intelligent
young gentleman in Dogpatch.

I reckon I is.

What him say?

Among the...

di-stink-wished

- visitors...
- Well, tickle my bones!

That certainly do sound pretty.

will be Dr. James A.

Barbour

the cel-e

brated

psy... psy...

Printing's all mixed up here.

I reckon I better study it out.

P- s-y-c-h-

- What's that?
- Maybe it's a woodpecker.

Maybe it's Skunk Hollerers.

Oh.

Why, it's Cicero Grunts.

It's you, Little Abner.

What you doing here, boy?

Uh, nothing.

Just hanging these up for the sheriff.

Don't you tell nobody you saw me
with these papers.

Don't fret yourself, Cicero Grunts.
We won't.

What him say?

$25 reward

for Earthquake McGoon

dead or alive.

Better dead.

For robbing the First State Bank of
Jonesville, the sheriff.

And do it really say $25 cash money?

That's what it say.

That sheriff must think
we're all idiots.

There ain't that much money
in the whole of tarnation.

Aw shucks, what's the use of talkiing?

Anyone knows you can't go into
Skunk Holler and come out alive.

So I guess that McGoon's safe.

Hey, didn't I tell you that paper
ain't for making fire?

Here, you keep it, Little Abner.

Maybe you can read it again for us.

I'll be glad to.

I gotta get going.

- So long.
- So long.

Twenty-five dollars.

Me make'um fire.
Ancestors very clever people.

- Howdy, Delightful.
- Morning, Granny Scraggs.

Delightful, every time you
comes to visit,

you just has messes of boys
hanging around.

Messes is right.

You never seen such messes
as some of them boys.

Poor Daisy Mae she can't get even one.

Oh, that's too bad.

She's welcome to any of these.

I don't think she'd be interested.

She's plum set on just one boy.

Where is she?

Down there chasing after
that Little Abner.

- You mean that big handsome boy?
- Mm-hm.

I think I'll go down there
and look up uh...

Daisy Mae.

That's all, boys.

Lovely.

That's what he is, just plain lovely.

Little Abner, yoo hoo.

The same.

Is you going north to Pineapple Junction?
- No.

Is you maybe headed south
for Sweet Patootie Corners?

No.

Where is you headed for, Little Abner?

I'm headed for Soft-Hearted John's store

where I'll ask for and receive 5 pounds
of boiled ham, one spool of thread,

One can of pineapple,
two pounds of cheese,

a pair of soles for Pappy's boots,
one large jar of sweet patootie,

one large jar of sour pickles, one bottle
of catsup, one bottle of mustard

one can of peas for Salomey,

two twists of pipe tobacco for my Mammy,

then I turns on my heels,

and makes a bee line for home.

What a peculiar coincidence.

I's headed for
Soft-Hearted John's store likewise.

And I aims to turn on my heels
and make a bee line back here.

Oh.

There's...

There's no reason why we can't
walk together is there?

Ain't no law against it.

Oh, my ankle.

Help!

I twisted my ankle.

Oh, shucks.

I reckon I must have stepped
on a loose rock.

Guess I can't walk unless I have someone
strong to hold on to.

Wait there. I'll see if there's someone
strong around.

You is strong and...

You is around.

Supposing I does help you?

There's nothing romantical about it.

We both understand that.

Don't we?

Yes, Little Abner.

Give me your arm.

What pretty flowers.

Sure is fragrant.
Smell it, Little Abner.

Uh-huh.

Love is what Little Abner is in now
with Daisy Mae.

That's a lie.

Walking arm in arm
with your heads close together.

I smell a flower.

Worse case of love I ever seed.

I hates love.

What's about her to be in love about?

She's only got golden yellow hair,

no more golden yellow
than the summer sun.

Her eyes are only as blue as the sky.

Her teeth are no more
white or shiny than pearls.

As for her cheeks,

I can show you plenty of peaches
which is

almost as soft and pink and white.

You thinks love is what
I is in with her. You take that back!

Little Abner, you is right.

She is just an ordinary yellow-haired

blue-eyed pinky-cheeked gal.

Just like you say. Anybody'd be a fool
to be in love with her.

Yes sir, a awful fool.

What for you bop me?

On account of what you done said
about Daisy Mae.

- All I said was what you were saying.
- Correct.

Only you said it as if you meant it.

Wait for me, Little Abner.

I'll walk by myself, thank you.

You is getting me talked about.

Gosh!

Daisy Mae.

I sure am powerful glad to see you.

Same here, Delightful.

What for you let him get away?

I couldn't help it.

I loves him so.

What can be wrong?

Maybe you need a new technique.

Technique? What's that?

That's what you got to have to get 'em.

Let's see.

He's the tall, dark and ignorant type.

A boy like him requires
only the crudest technique.

It's the uh...

Yoo hoo

Let's woo

Then do what your conscience tells you

technique.

Sure wish I had some.

- I'll show you how it's done.
- Will you?

Nothing to it.

- Hello, Little Abner.
- Howdy, Mr. Old Timer.

Look at her. Ain't she the most
humorous gal you ever seed?

Look at the bugle on her.

Go ahead.

Go ahead.

You all is too young and innocent
to know what you's laughing at.

What do you mean, oldtimer?

What's this Sadie Hawkins Day?

A long time ago, this gal, Sadie Hawkins,
lived right here in Dogpatch.

For years she tried to catch herself
a husband.

Didn't have no luck.

Finally her pappy, who was the mayor,

hauled all the bachelors
of Dogpatch together,

pulled out his gun and says,

-I declare today Sadie Hawkins Day.

When I fires my gun,
y'all can begin running.

After you got a fair start,
Sadie will take out.

And the man she catches
is gonna be her husband.-

That's how it started.

Now, every year when Sadie Hawkins Day
rolls around,

life ain't safe for any male critter
in Dogpatch.

Now do you get the idea?

I'll never be able to understand
the technique.

Little Abner.

As a special favor to you,
I'll contact your Little Abner.

You go hide and watch me
work my technique.

Can I?

But you got to promise to take him
off my hands

after he falls madly in love of me.

I'll be so glad
to take him off your hands.

Go, get.

What happened?

He's even more ignorant than I thought.

I got to use the crudest technique.

- Morning, Little Abner.
- Morning, Barney Bargrease.

- Nice morning.
- Sure is.

Help, help!

Don't dare try to kiss me again,
you big sloppy beast.

Help, will no one defend a poor girl
from such a beast?

I'll protect you from
the big sloppy beast, madam.

Name of Little Abner Yokum.

Don't worry, madam.
He'll fall in just a minute.

I give him my Dogpatch Lullaby
which my mammy teached me.

They always act like that at first.

Thank you, sir. You saved me.

Why did you reckon he wanted to kiss me?

Dogged if I knows.

Can't see no reason for it myself.

You can't?

I don't know why any intelligent man
would want to go kissing a gal.

It ain't the kissing I mind.
It's the trouble it starts.

You kiss a girl and what happens?

She gets romantical. She wants more.

She follows you day and night and

finally your brain weakens
and you marries her.

You has lots of children.

You gets old and gray
worrying about them.

So your children marries
and has children and then you

not only got to worry about your children
but about your grandchildren.

Your grandchildren has children.

By that time you has the misery
and the rheumatism and

pretty soon you dies.

That's why I don't like kissing.

Little Abner, you is just my type.

You ain't romantical.
And that's just what I ain't.

Is that what you ain't?

Romantical is exactly what I ain't.
As you can plainly see.

Well, you is one gal in an awful lot.

Sure would be nice
to sit on that log and rest.

If I had some nice sensitive boy
to talk to.

If I sees one, ma'am,
I'll be glad to send him back here.

Trouble is most boys get romantical.

And I hates that.

Naturally.

But you wouldn't get romantical,

would you, Mr. Yokum?

- Not me.
- That's fine.

Then we can talk about
interesting subjects.

Something that ain't romantical.

Sho 'nuff.

It's kind of pretty in here with

soft wind blowing through the trees,

little birds singing,

beautiful flowers smelling up the air.

You know what it makes me feel like?

No, what do it make you feel like?

Like discussing educational subjects.

For instance, what to do if a skunk
gets in your woodshed.

Skunks is funny little critters.

I likes discussing educational subjects.

And I've learned things.

What'll we discuss?

Let's discuss Eskimos.

What's that?

People.

Would you like to know how Eskimos kiss?

No.

They don't kiss the way you think.

Put out your hand.

That's how Eskimos kiss.

- Oh. Eskimos...
- Wanna shake hands?

I would.

Shut your eyes.

He ain't even moving.

Man, what a technique I got.

Little Abner, honey, is you hurt?

Get out of sight. My technique
is just starting to work.

Get!

Did you like that, Little Abner?

I hated it.

I knew kissing would do this.

It hurt my head.

I'm going home.

You ain't gonna run away after
giving me such a nice kiss?

You kissed me. I didn't kiss you.

Of course if I did, we'd be engaged.

That's the code of the hills.

My poor head.

Ain't he honorable?

I'm going back to Pineapple Junction.

These men around here
don't make no sense.

He sure makes sense to me.

Pansy, you scrubbing the hide
off my back.

Might as well quit complaining, Lucifer.

It's coming on winter
and it's time for your bath.

I'm the most unhappy man.

Hi, Lucifer.

Morning, Fantastic Brown.

Don't seem like no time since I
gave my Fantastic his spring cleaning.

Ain't human, that's what it ain't.

Get for home. You're next.

Ain't nowheres near time
for my winter scrubbing.

Mammy.

I feels damp, Mammy.

And powerful hungry.

Like I always does come noon.

Get yourself a sandwich.

That'll keep your strength up.
I can't quit till I get done with Pappy.

Quit, quit.

Pansy, ain't you got no mercy?

When I got a job to do, I does it.

- Howdy, Mrs. Yokum.
- Howdy, Hannibal Hoops.

Where's Little Abner?

Me and him is going fishing.

He's getting his self some vittles.

I'll go tell him I'm here.

Pansy, have a little mercy on me.

What are you fixing, Little Abner?

Yokum Starvation Preventer.

Smells like you got sweet patootie in it.

Not only sweet patootie
but also sour pickles.

Ham and cheese with catsup, pineapple,

sardines out the can of course,

two fried eggs left from breakfast,

a rash of roast pork, lots of catsup,

Ain't you finished yet, Pansy?

I started at the top.

You see? You're beginning to like it.

- Daisy...
- Quit it.

Sure looks powerful good.

- Something missing.
- Maybe it's mustard.

Maybe you is right.

A little mustard ought to fix her.

Stay right where you is.

Come here, Salomey.

Here, Salomey.

Might as well quit complaining, Salomey.
Won't do you no good.

What's the matter, Little Abner?

I got a most peculiar feeling.

Must be because my stomach's empty.

Mammy.

I's got a terrible misery in my stomach.

What you put in your sandwich, son?

Just a few things and some catsup.

And horseradish and mustard
to make her tasty.

Mustard?

You knows that stuff
ain't agreed with you

since the time you ate
that mustard plaster

when you was a little baby.

What you needs is a doctor.

Ain't no doctor around here.
You knows that.

There'll be one. Says so right here.

Dr. Barbour will be on the limited

when it stops at the county siding
for water at noon.

And that's right where I'm going.

Don't be late for supper, son.

Well, there she is.

I wonder where Dr. Barbour is at.

Always stretch the old soup bones
when you get a chance.

That's what I always say.

There's a man that's got on a white coat
like doctors has.

- Maybe that's Dr. Barbour.
- I'll go ask him.

You go that way in case it ain't.

Is you Barbour?

That's me. What's on your mind, kid?

Can you fix me up?

Well, that's a pretty big order.

That mop looks like a busted mattress.

But with my trusty scissors,
I can probably fix you up all right.

You ain't gonna cut me, is you?

What's the matter with you, boy?

I'm sick, powerful sick.

What am I supposed to do?
Bust out in tears?

That'd be mighty sweet of you but
all I want to know is what ails me.

That's what we'd all like to know.

Can't be my appetite.

-Cause I just ate
a combination ham, cheese,

pineapple, sardine, sweet patootie,

sour pickle, fried egg, preserved turnip
and roast pork sandwich.

With catsup, horseradish
and mustard, doctor.

Doctor? Oh... well... uh...

Can't be your appetite, son.
Let me see.

Doctor hmm?

Stick out your tongue. Let me look at
that tongue. Stick it way out.

That's it. Now say, -Ah-.

- Ah.
- You're flat.

Is I?

Well now, just uh...

Take a good deep breath now.

Take a good deep breath. That's it.
Now stick your stomach out.

Stick it out. Stick it way out.

That's it. Now close your eyes.

Did you feel a sharp twinge?

All aboard!

My boy, that's bad. You've got it!

- You've got it.
- What is I got?

You've got scrombosis.

Scrombosis?

Will I die?

You're dead now from the neck up.

How soon will the rest of me be dead?

In 24 hours.

I didn't find no Dr. Barbour.

I did.

You did? What did he say?

He told me I was gonna be dead.

In 24 hours.

On account of

I got scrombosis.

You mean you'll be dead by tomorrow?

Deader than a catfish head come noon.

That's life.

Here today, there tomorrow.

Hello, Mammy.

- How are you feeling, son?
- Howdy, Pappy.

How's your misery?

My stomach feels fine.

If only the doctor hadn't told me,
I wouldn't know I was

gonna be dead in 24 hours.

Dead?

What you mean?

Just plain dead.

Horse scratch.

All you got is a touch
of mustard poisoning.

You is very comforting.

But I has prepared my mind.

Well, son,

if you're going to be dead,

you gonna be dead.

We is most sad and lonely.

- Naturally.
- But Daisy Mae will be most sad too.

Seems to me it ain't fair you're dying

and not tell her nothing about it.

You is correct, Mammy.

I ought to tell her I loves her.

Do you?

I means that I dislikes her less
than any other gal.

What must I do, Mammy?

You could marry up with her.

I could.

Now that I'm gonna be dead.

Son, your time's getting mighty short.

I'm gonna make love to her
like she always wanted me to.

Pappy, shut your face.

Here, Hannibal, you follows Little Abner.

Does he do anything peculiar,
you come back here and tell me.

- But, Mrs. Yokum, he might...
- He won't.

- Just do as I tells you.
- Yes.

Little Abner ain't gonna be dead
in 24 hours.

He's gonna be married with Daisy Mae.

He is?

Pappy, you is the most
ignoramus critter I ever did see.

I must say you hold your age pretty well.

But you is tempting fate.

I knows.

I'm getting along.

You better catch yourself a man
this Sadie Hawkins Day.

We won't be able to run
fast enough next year to catch one.

I don't want just any man.

I want Little Abner.

Kindly step out here with me.

Yes, of course I will.

I was just telling Granny...

I aims to make love to you.

Powerful, romantical love.

We were just talking...

Huh? What did you say?

I'm going to make love to you.
Powerful romantical love.

Let's go.

This here place looks romantical enough.

It's lovely.

Sit down.

I now aims to commence
making love to you.

- Dogpatch style?
- Dogpatch style.

I's ready.

I've been ready for years.

You wants to tell me
I's your sweet patootie blossom?

You wants to tell me you loves me?

That you just can't live without me?

Oh, Little Abner, that's exactly
what I want to hear you say.

'Cause love is what I'm in with you.

Don't do that. I can't stand it.

It's awful.

Is it so awful
just to have me near you, Little Abner?

It makes me feel miserable.

When I feels miserable,
I's a most unhappy man.

I don't want to
make you unhappy, Little Abner.

Shucks.

Daisy Mae.

- Yes, Little Abner?
- Come back here.

Yes, Little Abner.

This ain't the way I planned it.
Sit down.

Shut your eyes.

Congratulations!

You landed him.

Will you wear your pink cheesecloth

or your white muslin with the make believe
sweet patootie blossoms?

I reckon I'll wear the pink
with the white sweet patootie veil.

Does you think that'll look pretty,
Little Abner?

Sure will.

- Aiming to go to a party?
- Yep, a wedding party.

How very unfortunate.

Who's getting married?

You and her naturally.

- Me and her?
- Yep. You and her.

I didn't say nothing about
no getting married.

I wanted to make her happy
so I kissed her.

- That's all.
- That's enough.

The boys around here don't kiss gals
until the day before they gets married.

And today's the day before
you gets married.

That's the code of the hills.

I respects

and salutes the code of the hills.

I loves the code of the hills.

Go on, gal.

Tomorrow noon is coming fast enough
and you've got things to do.

Goodbye, Little Abner dear.

I'll be at your wedding tomorrow.

- Little Abner?
- Huh?

You can't get married tomorrow noon.

I gotta.

It's the code of the hills.

But you'll be dead.

And if I'm dead,

I can't be married.

Oh, happy tomorrow noon.

I also got things to do.

Here I am knowing all about my future.

And doing nothing about my mammy's
and poor pappy's.

You is most kind and considerate
to be thinking of them

at a time like this.

You see this paper?

Sure, I ain't blind.

That's the McGoon reward.

I'm going to Skunk Holler.

There I aims to call briefly
on Earthquake McGoon.

That's what I aims to do.

Little Abner.

Do he do anything peculiar,

I goes to Little Abner's mammy
and I tells her.

I smells a live Dogpatcher.

- How do you know it's a Dogpatcher?
- Because he don't smell.

Will you quit fainting
and open that safe?

I only brung you along
'cause you're the cashier.

Yes sir, Mr. McGoon.

I'm a bit nervous.

11 Dead Dog Boulevard.

Top floor.

- Earthquake McGoon, I presumes.
- The same.

I's here to take you to the sheriff

where I aims to collect the $25 reward.

That most interesting.

This I gives to my sweet mammy and pappy.

Which they will use to live
most comfortably

the rest of their natural lives
in Dogpatch.

Is you from Dogpatch?

Naturally.

Does y'all know you is about to be dead?

McGoon's got a live Dogpatcher up there!

McGoon's got a live Dogpatcher.

Don't let him go, McGoon.

Here comes McGoon.

From the outside.

He's killed the Dogpatcher.

- Come on, men, let's go.
- Wait a minute.

Here he comes now.

Back away, men.

Back away. He's a demon, a killer diller.

No Dogpatcher's demon enough
for all of us.

Come on.

Run, Little Abner, run.

Come on, men, let's go after them.

Get him, men. I see him.

You're so correct.

Come on fellers. Hurry up here.

We'll build it right here.

Look, they've started a fire.

What was that?

I said, -Hello-oo-.

How do you do?

Is you a man or

beast?

I's a gal. Name of Wendy Wilecat.

You sure is. A gal.

Do you know another way out of here?
Them Skunk Hollerers got me trapped.

And of course you wishes to get out?

Naturally, don't you?

If I goes out,
I'll have to marry up with McGoon.

And he sure ain't my ideal.

Does you show me another way out of here,
I'll help you locate your ideal.

I would be most delighted to help you.

Does you keep your bargain

and bring me my ideal,

which is you, Little Abner.

I'll do anything you say...

Does you mean

marry up with you?

- That's exactly what I means.
- Oh, no, ma'am.

I just couldn't.

Just a minute.

When must I marry up with you?

Tomorrow at noon.

And not before?

- Exactly at noon.
- I'll be yours tomorrow at noon.

No matter what shape I's in.

Come on. Pick up your bundles
and follow me.

Sho 'nuff.

This way.

23.

24.

And twenty-five dollars

There you is, Little Abner.

Thank you most kindly.

And you has relieved the county of
Public Polecat No. 1.

And further, Mr. Yokum,

you have saved all of the bank's money

and my life.

There.

You is most kind.

Be careful. It's a ten-center.

I will guard it very tenderly.

Goodbye. Goodbye, sheriff.

Goodbye,

poor innocent little Pappy.

I'm going to give you
this enormous fortune.

Bye.

Here I is in heaven.

Wow! Doggone!

If it don't look just like it do
around Dogpatch.

Cornelius Cornpone.

Only yesterday I seen him
going turkey hunting.

Cornelius Cornpone!

Who is that?

- Is that you, Little Abner?
- Sure is.

Howdy.

Cornelius Cornpone, I never thought
you would make it.

But you sure is an angel.

You...

- Really think so?
- I sure do.

Tell me, Cornelius,

does you like it up here?

Yes, I think it's fine.

Cornelius,

does they feed you good?

You know, does you get
preserved turnips and

and pork chops maybe?

Yeah, of course I does.

Oh gosh, that's most encouraging.

Well, I gotta be walking along.

Is you gonna walk?

Yeah, sure.

Confounded idiot!

He walks!
And with a pair of wings like that.

But I ain't no chump. I'm gonna fly.

Hey, don't!

Guess I ain't been dead long enough
for them to sprout.

What's the matter with you, boy?

Cornelius.

What's the matter with you?

Where are your wings?

Stop it, stop it, stop it!

Are you crazy?

Or are you just trying to kill yourself?

I can't kill myself.

'Cause I's already dead.

Or is I?

Look,

you're the livest looking Yokum
I ever seed.

Oh, I just gotta be dead.

On account of I done promised to marry up
with two different gals come noon.

What must I do?

Mammy!

I'm gonna fly home and...

I'm gonna walk home.

All right, raise up the other side.

Hooray for Mayor Gurgle!

Hooray for Mayor Hawkins.

Hooray.

Quiet, gals, quiet.

I is about to officially proclaim
a announcement

about Sadie Hawkins Day

which is tomorrow.

Any man

that does not appear

will suffer the most
distressful consequences.

My committee here

will choose a wife for him

and Marryin' Sam

will do the rest.

- My dear friends of Dogpatch...
- That's all.

The official course is marked off
with the usual flags and

is now open for practice.

Let's go. Come on.

Now tomorrow when I fire the shot
that starts the race,

I's here, Little Abner and you is mine.

I's here and you is mine.

I can't do it. I ain't gonna.

I was supposed to be dead.

But you promised me, Little Abner.

He did not.

He got an engagement for marriage
with me at this very moment.

He has not.

'Cause he's gonna marry with me
at this very moment.

- He's mine.
- He's mine.

- Mine. - Mine.

Looks like some of the gals
has kind of jumped the gun.

- Is.
- Ain't.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

Tomorrow is Sadie Hawkins Day.

- Keep your hands off him.
- You keep yours off him.

Mayor Gurgle, we's engaged
to be married this very noon.

- She comes along...
- He promised to marry me this noon.

- And this here gal...
- Now just a minute, just a minute.

Little Abner, did you promise
these two gals?

Well,

yes, sir.

You promised.
That's all I want to know. Thank you.

Committee.

It is my decision

that this matter be settled tomorrow

in the Sadie Hawkins race.

Whichever gal catches him,

he's hers. In the meantime

Little Abner Yokum is reserved

for only these two gals

until sundown tomorrow.

And may the best gal win.

Daisy Mae, good luck.

Thank you, Mayor Gurgle.

And good luck to you, Wendy Wilecat.

And Little Abner,

So naturally I figured
I was gonna be dead.

Instead of which I'm afeared I'm gonna
be married up with two different gals.

Mammy, you gotta help me.

Son, you has got yourself
in a terrible mess.

What must I do?

According to the rules
of Sadie Hawkins Day,

I can't tell you nothing.

I got a idea, Little Abner.

If something should happen
to Wendy Wilecat...

- Shut up!
- If she was...

But somebody's gotta help me.

All I can do is just give you a hint.

What is it, Mammy?

It's safer to be a hound dog

than a rabbit.

- What you mean, Pansy?
- Yeah.

That's all I can tell you.

Safer to be a hound dog

- than a rabbit.
- Quit your worrying, son.

I washed you a nice clean shirt for
Sadie Hawkins celebration tonight.

Go on and have a lot of fun.

Safer... houndog...

...a rabbit...

Keep riding in the groove, boys.

I sure hates these formal dances.

Shoes hurt my feet too.

I'm stuck.

You know that ain't no way to dance.

Sure is the night before
Sadie Hawkins Day.

Little Abner, tomorrow we's liable to be
bachelors no more.

Little Abner, sure wouldn't mind
to have this dance with you.

Shucks.

Hold on, Hairless Joe,

you've had your share.

Little Abner, I wishes to dance with you.

I don't want to dance.

Don't make no difference.
Rules say you gotta.

That's right.

Aw shucks.

Excuse me very kindly.
But it's now my turn to dance.

Give me a chord, boys.

Attention!

Quiet, everybody.

Ladies and bachelors,

we are about to hold the Sadie Hawkins

Bachelor Beauty Revue.

All bachelors line up here
by the platform.

Come on, Little Abner,
you's in this contest.

But he's reserved for me.

Can't help it. All the bachelors
got to get in line.

That's the rules. Go on.

Sho 'nuff.

Men, oh, men.

I'm gonna smile pretty.

I aims to get myself hitched

for marriage.

Me too.

Let squaw build'um fire.

Are you ready?

Start the music.

Go on. Keep going.

- 14. - 9- 11.

That's it.

I like that big gawky red-headed boy.

I've been after him for four years.

And this year I aims to catch him.

I wishes to consult with you
about our honeymoon.

Tomorrow night you'll be mine,
Little Abner dear. Just think.

- I is thinking.
- About me?

I's trying figure out why it's safer
to be a hound dog than a rabbit.

Your riddle is simple.

On account of it's safer
to chase than to be chased.

Chase...

...be chased...

I gets it now!

Oh happy Sadie Hawkins Day.

Poor boy.

Don't be so tender.

Be cool, Wendy Wilecat.
You sure is anxious.

From what I hear,
that Little Abner is worth catching.

You just got to catch him this year,
Daisy Mae.

Morning, Mammy Yokum.

- Good day for the race, mayor.
- Sure is, sure is.

All bachelors to the starting line.

- Mighty fine crop this year, mayor.
- Had a good year.

- Yes, sir. Good luck, boys.
- Hi, mayor.

Never seen a more
determined looking lot of gals.

But, Pansy, what if Wendy Wilecat
catches him?

Howdy, Sassafras.

Ain't seen you since
last Sadie Hawkins Day.

If you ain't gonna do nothing
for our son,

I is.

Is I?

I is!

Bring 'em to me. I'll hitch you up.

Say, you two are bachelors ain't you?

- Sho 'nuff.
- Get in line then.

Hello.

- Mr. Earthquake.
- What do you want, little man?

I would like to make
a business call on you.

What business a little skunk like you
got with me?

Please, hold your horses.

First, I want you to keep
your Wendy Wilecat

from marrying with my son, Little Abner.

Does she catch him in the race.

I met your son.

Does you give me that bar,

I'll guarantee

he'll never see Wendy Wilecat again.

Oh, no.

- You promise on your honor?
- I promise.

It's high noon.

Clear the course.

Everybody understand the rules.

When I fires the gun the first time,

the bachelors takes off.

Two minutes later,

I fires the gun a second time

and the gals takes off.

Any bachelor that gets catched,

has got to ask the gal to marry with him.

Gals, all you've got to remember

is to bring your man to me here

and I'll guarantee to give you

- the finest wedding in...
- That's all.

Everybody get ready.

On your mark,

all ready,

get set,

go.

What happened?

Stand aside, I'm all right.
Get the gals to the line.

All the contestants, come up here.

Good luck to you, Daisy Mae.

We're for you.

That gal ain't got a chance with me.

Go get her, Wendy. We're for you.

Ready.

All ready. Get on your marks,

Hey, Ernie, hey.

Ain't fair. Help.

Oh, Mr. Sheriff.

Yokum, what have you done
with Earthquake McGoon?

I ain't done nothing with him.

But look what he did with me.

Which way did he go?

He went that way.

Sound the alarm!

Hurry up.

Come on, deputies.

McGoon's escaped.

Get the dynamite, men.
And don't forget your badges.

Ain't safe on the course without them.

Come on, men.

Follow me.

Help! It ain't fair.

Help, help!

It ain't fair.

There's one in there for you, Sarah.

You catch'um Polecat

fair and square.

You miserable critter, you.

Look out!

Run, Little Abner.

There he is.

Let him have it, men.

Come on, men. Follow me.

I've got him. I've got McGoon.

I do declare.

Reckon I'll have to catch my breath.

What boy is you after?

I'm just a stranger around here.

Looking them over.

I mustn't take too long or Wendy
Wilecat will catch Little Abner sure.

What is so humorous?

I just thought maybe
he ain't worth catching.

What do you mean,
he ain't worth catching?

He's the finest boy
in all these here hills.

And the best looking.
All the gals is crazy about him.

Little Abner!

Hands off.

I catched him first.

I suppose you think
you got yourself something.

I sure has.

Little Abner, you is mine at last.

Little Abner!

Little Abner, yoo hoo.

Every gal in town is after Little Abner.

Poor Abner.

He's a superman at swimmin'
he'll give any man a trimmin'

But when it comes to kissin' pretty women

Little Abner goes, -Gulp, gulp-.

Daisy Mae pursues him

he always runs away

Daisy hollers, -Whoa- but you ought to
see him go on Sadie Hawkins Day.

Little Abner, yoo hoo.

Little Abner, yoo hoo.

He's the biggest catch in Dogpatch,

Little Abner, Little Abner

He's so handsome and so dashin'

that the gals can't stop their mashin'

but when they whisper,
-What's your secret passion?-

Little Abner says, -Pork chops!-

We are on perfect course, Captain Nemo.

The freighter is dead ahead.

Excellent, Mr. French.

Soon, another ship
will be sent to the bottom.

Well, gang, we're on our way
to our big gig at Pago Pago Island.

- How do you like it?
- I'd like to throw you over the side...

...for getting us stuck
in this old rust bucket, brother dear.

Rust bucket? I thought this was a ship.

It looks more like an accident
going someplace to happen.

Oh, stop complaining, Alexandra.

Once we get to Pago Pago,
you'll forget all about how we got here.

Ha. There'll be nothing to forget.

I can see now that this trip
is going to be strictly dullsville.

Ahh. This is the life. It's so relaxing.

And so romantic.

And so sickening.

The captain sends his compliments.

And four aprons, two swabs
and two buckets.

Now, get to work.

- Work!
- He can't mean us.

Oh, yeah, heh-heh,
I, uh, forgot to tell you.

I didn't have enough money for the fare
so we have to work our way over.

Well, if that's the case...

...the first thing I'm going to do
is work on you, brother.

Now what do you have to say
for yourself?

Aah!

Now to give the order to attack.

Wow, it looks like we're gonna spend
most of the trip washing and drying dishes.

What do you want to do, Alexandra?
Wash or dry?

Neither. I'll supervise.

Yow!

Who's the wise guy?
I've been shish kebabed.

Hey, what's that?
I don't know.

Now I'll have to dry the dishes
all over again.

Forget the dishes.
We've gotta get out of here.

Reow!

We've been rammed.
All hands abandon ship!

Yipes! We're sinking.

I've got to save the instruments.

And I've got to save me.

Anchors aweigh!

Oh, lucky we landed
on a lumpy old pillow.

Who are you calling a lumpy old pillow?
Ohh...

Hey, wait for me.

Alan, are you all right?

Yeah, as long as you're here
to comfort me, Josie.

If anyone's going to comfort Alan,
it's going to be me.

Move aside, you crazy redhead.

Oh, what's happening?

The fog's coming in. Stay close together.

Somebody steer this thing.

Mark up another victim
for Captain Nemo.

Thanks to you, Alexandra,
we're lost in a fog.

You mean thanks to Josie.

If she wasn't so clumsy, she wouldn't
have fallen on the motor switch.

I wonder if we'll ever see land again.

Don't worry. I'll keep a sharp lookout.

Hey, I think we ran into a shoe.

Shoe nothing.
We ran into a sea monster.

- Look.
- Yipes!

Relax, chicken brother.

This is no sea monster.
It's some kind of a kooky sub.

And don't look now,
but I think we have company.

Don't mind us. We're just leaving.

Stop them.

- Come on. Let's get out of here.
- Hey, we're caught in seaweed.

What do you think you're doing,
you creeps?

Wait till I get my hands on you.
I'll show...

So this is where
that racket is coming from.

Uch. What awful playing.

Silence.

You are the prisoners of Captain Nemo.

- Captain who?
- You gotta be joking.

Captain Nemo
lived over a hundred years ago.

I never joke.

The first Nemo
was my great grandfather.

He sailed in a submarine
exactly like this one...

...sinking ships
foolish enough to cross his path.

So you're the ding-a-ling
that sank our ship.

And it's only the beginning.

I am going to avenge
the name of Nemo...

...by sinking every ship in the world...

...until I am the master
of the seven seas.

Well, what are you gonna do with us?

Unfortunately, you're of no use.

We're useful.
We're useful, honest. We are useful.

What can you do?

Let's show him, girls.

You're quick-change artists?

No. We're Pussycats, silly. Listen.

It doesn't look like Nemo
digs the groovy sound.

What that group needs is a new leader.

Come on, let's pick up the beat.

Faster! Faster!

Enough!

Hey! What's the big idea?
I was just getting in the groove.

You ruined their act, Alexandra.

And I'm not waiting for an encore.
Let's swing out of here.

Wait for me!

The prisoners are trying to escape.

Sound the alarm.

Follow me. I'll lead you to safety.

It's Valerie, Josie and Melody.

Nice going, Alexandra.

Now you got us all in the brig.

Take them to the diving well.

Hey, what's the big idea
of locking us in these glass tubes?

They are your transportation
for a one-way trip...

...to the bottom of the ocean,
my curious friends.

It's my own special way
to get rid of unwanted pests.

Oh, you've made a big mistake.
We're not pests, we're Pussycats.

What are you going to do
with Sebastian, you creep?

Ah, yes, the cat.

I like his style.

He stays.

Sebastian, you're a traitor.

How do you like that Josie?

She always manages to get next to Alan.

Trapped at the bottom of the sea.
This is awful.

I'll say. We forgot our instruments.

Now that I'm rid of those meddlers...

...I can head back to my secret fortress
on Volcano Island.

Hey, look, here comes Sebastian.

And he's got the key
that unlocks these tubes.

Good old Sebastian to the rescue.

I always said
he was a loyal and trusted friend.

Well, now that we're off the bottom,
we're hopelessly lost at sea.

We're not the only ones.

Look, there's an island
that's hopelessly lost at sea too.

An island!

Come on, let's swim for it.

- Gosh, I wonder where we are.
- I don't know.

Hmm. I wonder
what's at the top of this old volcano.

Well, there's one way to find out.
Let's start climbing.

Count me out. I'm pooped.

Until I rest,
I'm not budging from this spot.

Yow!

Alexandra!

Fourth floor,
teen fashions, pop posters...

...groovy records
and Nemo's no-no notions.

All out.

Can you beat that?
A secret elevator inside this old volcano.

Where do you suppose it goes to?

If I could make heads or tails
of these crazy control buttons...

...maybe we'd find out.

I don't see what the big fuss is all about.

Just push any one.

Wrong one. Push another button!

Nice going, quick fingers.

Zowee! Take a look
at what's hidden in this volcano.

Oh! A yacht club.

It's no yacht club, Melody.
It's Nemo's secret sub base.

And look, they're stashing
our instruments in cold storage.

Gee, with no instruments,
there's no Josie and the Pussycats.

No big loss.

Well, we gotta think of a way
to get the instruments back...

- ...and put Nemo out of business to boot.
- Well, think no further...

...Alexander the great
has the most stupendous...

...super-colossal plan
this side of -Corney Island. -

Oh, that's a wonderful plan, Alexander.

I haven't told you what it is yet.

Alan, you take Josie,
Melody and Alexandra...

...and sneak into the storage room
and grab the instruments.

Now, while that's going on,
Valerie very cleverly gets aboard the sub...

...and -discombooberates- the engine.

It'll be a cinch.

Wait a minute,
you left out one small detail.

- What's that?
- Just what are you going to do?

Who, me?
I'm gonna stay here and hide. What else?

Help! Let go.
There's got to be a law against this.

All clear. Come on.

I hate to admit it,
but my bragging brother was right.

This is a cinch.

Yeah, I guess
they don't believe in guards.

Yipes.
Then what's that coming our way?

Zapping zappers.
That's some kind of a laser sentry.

Let's split before it splits us.

Well, what have we here?

The laser sentry
has discovered intruders.

But no matter,
for soon it will eliminate them.

That crazy contraption is gaining on us.

Quick, into the
emergency hospital up ahead.

Doctor, we have a patient.

Hmm. It looks like a sick laser sentry.

And he doesn't look well either.

Hmm. Very interesting.
Its toggle switch has -togglitis. -

Prepare for a -togglectomy. -

Hammer.
- Hammer.

Hammer.

- Nail file.
- Nail file.

Nail, file. Ha-ha-ha!

Look at that Josie.
She gets to be Alan's nurse...

...and I get stuck watching the door.

Gee whiz, Valerie, how long does it take
to -discombooberate- a sub engine?

Keep cool, Alexander,
I'm going as fast as I can.

There seems to be something wrong
with the laser sentry.

I had better find out what it is.

How are we doing, doctor?

I'm doing fine.
But I'm not so sure about the patient.

That does it.
It's time Alan had a new nurse.

Namely, me.

Sebastian, take the air hose
from that helium tank...

...and blow up Josie like a balloon.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Josie will float up and out of the picture
and I'll move in. Ha-ha-ha.

Hey, what's going on?

Hmm. Josie's turned into a blimp.

Alexandra, I'll bet
you had something to do with this.

Why, Josie,
how could you say such a thing?

What's going on in here?

What are you doing with my laser sentry?

Would you believe we're tuning it up?

And would you believe I'm gonna pop?

It's those meddlers.

Guards, capture them!

Oh, no, you don't.

Run for it.

Stop them.

This'll fix them good.

Now, here's what I want you to do.
Plug the blue wire in socket A...

...the red wire in socket B
and the green wire in socket C.

Gotcha.

Now, is it red in C, green in A
and blue in white and B in D...?

Oh, I'm so nervous I'm all mixed up.

Maybe I just better plug them all in.

Yow!

Hey, look,
Alexandra's netted Captain Nemo.

And netted herself as well.

The Coast Guard can't thank you enough
for putting an end to Nemo and his gang.

It was our pleasure.

Bah! Foiled by a bunch of pussycats.

Hey, isn't this great? The Coast Guard
is gonna give us a ride to Pago Pago.

Well, for laughing at me...

...I'm not going anywhere
on the same ship with you toads.

Well, sis, as usual, you get your way.

Me and my big mouth.

The plants are ready, Dr. Greenthumb!

Excellent.
Now we shall begin the experiment.

Heh, heh, heh. Success. With an army
of creatures like that one...

...I will have the power to destroy all
living plant life in the world.

And I will, unless every country
pays for their survival.

-Flight 70 now
boarding at Gate 5. All passengers...-

Hurry, Josie.
The plane's about to take off...

...and we'll miss our gig in Nashville.

Don't be so impatient, Alexandra.
We'll get there.

Yeah.
Heh, heh, heh.

Little does she realize
that this old cargo plane...

...is headed for the Amazon.

Now, I'll go to Nashville with the group...

...and it will be called
Alexandra's Cool Time Cats.

Step lively, Cats.
Let's get this show on the road.

- I mean, in the air.
- Hey, wait a minute.

No waiting, Alexandra. Let's go.

But, but, but...

Okay, gang. We're on our way.

I've heard of economy flights,
but a cargo plane is ridiculous.

Yeah. These reclining crates
are not very comfortable.

Hey, if I didn't know
we were heading for Nashville...

...I'd say we were flying
over the Amazon jungle.

We are flying over the Amazon jungle.

What?
Don't tell me, sis, let me guess.

- You tricked us aboard the wrong plane.
- Good guess.

Oh, no.

Keep cool, Cats, as soon as we land,
we can take the next plane back.

We're over the drop zone.
Get ready to release Greenthumb's supplies.

- Ready, captain.
- It sounds like we're slowing down.

- Maybe we're getting ready to land.
- I sure hope so.

This plane is so old,
the bottom could drop out any second.

You and your big mouth!

We're part of a cargo drop.
Everybody hang on until we land.

Ooh, even in a crisis, Josie gets Alan.

Pull the shroud lines, Alexandra.
Guide us into that clearing.

Don't worry.
I know how to land a chute safely.

How about that? She did land us safely.

Nice going, Alexandra.
Alexandra, where are you?

I'm stuck up here.

Ooh!

Do something to get us down.

If you're trying for a fat lip,
you're getting warm.

Oh, boy.
How will we ever get out of this jungle?

Hey, why don't we hitchhike?

Hitchhike? In the jungle?
Why don't we just take the subway?

You take the subway if you want to.
I'll take the truck.

Truck?
Truck?

What truck?
Where?

Look, we have more than just supplies
in the drop zone.

This is most unusual.
We'd better contact Dr. Greenthumb.

-Greenthumb here. What is the trouble?-

We have strangers in the drop zone,
Dr. Greenthumb.

-Strangers? Get rid of them. No, wait.-

-Perhaps we should find out
if they were sent by the authorities.-

-Bring them to the plantation.-

Who would have guessed we'd
find a ride in the middle of the jungle?

Yeah, not to mention
this big house. I wonder who lives here?

Welcome, my young friends,
to the Greenthumb Plantation.

Do come in.

Wow, real jungle hospitality.
Let's go, Cats.

And after they dragged me
aboard the wrong plane...

...the cargo dropped out from under us.

That's how we got here,
Dr. Greenthumb.

A most fantastic story.

I must learn more.

Well, since you're here,
I insist you spend the night as my guests.

- Oh, golly.
- What's wrong, Melody?

My ears have started.
They're twitching like crazy.

They only do that
when you sense that we're in danger.

I sense it, I sense it.

Come to think of it,
there is something sinister about this place.

What's the big idea, Sebastian,
waking me up in the middle of the night?

Golly, I think
he's trying to tell us something.

Well, let him tell us in the morning.
Now what?

We'd better wake up the boys and find out
what Sebastian's talking about.

Me too.

My ears are twitching the danger signal
a mile a minute...

...and they need their beauty sleep.

Look, there's a light
coming from that door.

Well, let's see what it is.

Wow, it's some kind
of a super laboratory.

- And look at that crazy hot house.
- Move over, Josie. Let me see.

- What are you doing here?
- You know...

...something tells me we're in trouble.

And now that you meddling kids
know my secret...

...I must make sure it remains a secret.

Just what are you going to do with us,
Green Nose...

...or whatever your name is?

Not much.
Heh, heh, heh.

You're just going to take a little walk
through my garden of creature plants.

Oh, goody.
I'll take some pictures to send home.

Forget it.
Those aren't the posing types of posies.

Now, for the first stroll
through my little garden...

...I need, uh, three volunteers.

You, you and you.

Just a minute, Mr. Greenfat.

Alan and I do everything together.
He stays with me.

Very well, you two may stay together.
Heh, heh, heh.

In the garden. Now lock the others up.

- This must be the place.
- You can't do this to us, you big baboon.

She's right, I'm allergic to plants.
I have hay fever.

Heh, heh, heh.
Maybe this will cure you.

For good.
Ha, ha, ha!

That's what I was afraid you'd say.
Yow!

Now, hear this. Now, hear this:

Help!

Come, I've seen enough.

I'll show you, you overgrown weed.

You two were meant for each other.

Put him down,
you refugee from a lawn mower.

I said put him down.

Come on, let's go for a spin.

Alex. Alexandra, follow me.

Now, when I let go, let's go.

Gangway.

The wire guitar strings are tied
to the hinge pins on the door...

...and these drumsticks in the vent
will act as pulleys.

Now, Melody, when I give the signal,
jump on the drum peddle.

And that will pop out the hinge pins.

- But the door will fall down. Oh.
- That's the idea.

Ready? Go.

I'm glad I don't play the drums
this way all the time.

- Ready, Josie?
- Ready.

Come on, Cats, let's make tracks.

We've gotta sneak back
into the mansion and rescue the girls.

Great idea, Alan.
And I'll stay here and guard the jungle.

Oh, no. You're coming with us.

But I don't look good disguised
as a creature plant.

You'll look a lot worse
if you don't get moving.

The disguise is working.
They're not paying any attention to us.

Faster, faster.
Sebastian, come on.

So far so good,
but which way to the hot house?

It's usually hotter in the south.
Let's head south.

Only Melody would think of that,
but it's as good a direction as any.

There's no telling where Greenthumb's
got the girls locked up.

I think it's thataway.

You're wrong as usual. It's thisaway.

Oh! A creature plant. Ah!

Help! Stop, you bb brains, stop.

Oh, golly. It sounds like Alexandra.
The plant must have eaten her.

- It is Alexandra.
- Who were you expecting? Scooby-Doo?

Now that we're all together again,
let's get out of this kooky weed factory.

I'll second that motion.

It's the prisoners. After them.

Let's swing out of here.

It's a good thing this boat broke our fall,
or we would've gotten all wet.

- They're taking the boat.
- Tell Dr. Greenthumb.

Dr. Greenthumb,
they're escaping across the swamp.

Yes, but no matter.

You forget the jungle headhunters
who guard my mansion.

And our ungrateful young guests
are heading right for their village.

You, go and alert the headhunters.

- Shh! Listen.
- Wow!

Jungle drums.

That's an unfriendly beat
if I ever heard one.

I'll teach them a groovy beat.

Melody, stop.

Knock it off, Melody.

If the headhunters hear,
they'll know where we are.

Oh, don't be silly, Alexandra.
They know that already.

- Look.
- Yipes.

Now I know how General Custer felt.

Oh, boy. I wonder
what they're going to do with us?

- Does this give you a clue?
- Yipes.

Hey, most jungle natives
are superstitious.

Maybe we can overwhelm them
with some parlor magic.

Sounds like a good idea to me, Alan.

I wonder what's in the pot?

I hope it's clam chowder.
I just love clam chowder.

Wow, those coconuts shrunk
like a pair of wool socks.

- That must be the head-shrinking potion.
- I think it's time we put on our act.

You mean it's time we put on my act.

- Watch my magic, chief.
- Huh?

Why my shirt?

Yours is the only one guaranteed
not to shrink.

Abracadabra.

- Dunka ka donut.
- Huh?

Well, what do you know?
She didn't goof it.

Now my assistant will show you
more strong magic, oh, great one.

Let me use your diamond
and jade omelet, chiefy.

Put in bag like so.

Place on rock and make big magic.

Hocus-pocus out of focus.

Hocus-pocus and...

- Uh-oh.
- Uh-oh-?

You should have had a watch, chief.
I saw a magician do it with a watch once.

It figures she'd goof it.

It looks like I'm the only one
who can do a trick right around here.

- Are you ready?
- We're ready.

If the guitar strings are.

And now for our greatest feat of magic.

A young lady will float right into the air.
Abracadabra.

Pull on the wire and make Alexandra
go higher and higher.

That's our cue.

Pull gently.
These wires aren't too strong.

Huh?!

- You're a hit, Alexandra.
- They haven't seen anything yet.

Watch this.

Whoops!

Well, uh, heh, heh, uh, chief,
uh, that concludes our magic show.

It sounds like
he wants to conclude us. Run.

Uwana uwana banana.

What do you know? It worked.

Let's get going. Head for the river.

-Uwana uwana banana?-

What are we coming back
to this creepy place for?

Because we can use Greenthumb's radio
to call for help.

It's locked.

We'll have to go to Greenthumb's room
and try to get the key.

While you're doing that...

...Alex and I'll do a little rewiring
in Greenthumb's lab.

We will?

You hand me the stuff
and I'll do the wiring.

- Garden hose.
- Garden hose.

- Spray gun.
- Spray gun.

- Record player.
- Record player.

Lucky for us Greenthumb's
a sound sleeper.

Yeah, but it's no use.

We've searched the entire room
and no sign of that key.

Let me whisper to him.
Maybe he'll answer in his sleep.

There. Everything's hooked up
but the kitchen sink.

We have that too.

What am I laughing at?

Dr. Greenthumb...

...where is the key to the radio room?

I didn't understand a word he said.

Don't worry, I'll get him to speak up.

- Wake up, we can't hear you.
- What?

What? Guards, guards!

Well, gang, that takes care of everything
but old Greenthumb.

And now Greenthumb
is going to take care of you.

I'll activate all my creature plants
and finish you for good.

Let's hope our rewiring job works.

Hey, what is this?

What going on?

- It's working.
Ow!

Yay!
We did it!

We can't thank you kids enough.
Putting an end to Greenthumb...

...and his diabolical plans
was truly a remarkable feat.

Oh, it was nothing.

I had the situation well in hand
right from the start.

- Oh, brother. Now I've heard everything.
- As long as we have a captive audience...

...we'd like to get a practice session
before heading for Nashville.

Be my guests.

Josie and the Pussycats
are in the groove today.

I'll say. Even the plants dig the sound.

Hmph. I should be the star of that act.

Hey, cut it out, you Casanova cactus.

I'm not dancing
with any amorous artichoke.

Stop it or I'll dance
on your roots, you, you...

Well, Alexandra finally got her wish.
She's the star of the act.