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[music playing]

Mike!

Corky!

[dog bark]

Come on, Corky.

Here, Mike.

Nice Mike.

Your my boy, aren't you?

[patting]

Come on, Corky.

Your my girl, aren't you?

Yeah.

Aren't you forgetting something?

Speck is a good friend of yours.

Don't be jealous, Mike.

I love you just as
much as I do Corky.

And I got a piece
of carrot for you.

But you're going to
have to hunt for it.

SPECK: Which hand are
you going to put it in?

Oh, I don't dare tell you.

He understands everything I say.

He wouldn't understand if you
spell out to him, would he?

I don't know.

He's pretty smart.

Go ahead and try it.

OK.

It's in my L-E-F-T
H-A-N-D. Thatta boy, Mike.

I told you he was plenty smart.

Gee willikers, I didn't
think he knew how to spell.

He almost knows everything.

[dog barking]

What's the matter
with her, Jimmy?

Oh, she just wants
us to see her puppies.

Come on.

[puppy sounds]

Gee, they're sure cute.

I'll say they
are and smart too.

You know, their grandma earned
$1,000 a week in vaudeville.

$1,000 a week?

Gee whiz, what are you
going to name them?

Well, I already have.
[puppy sounds] This one

here is, uh, Corky Boy.

This one here is-- this
one is Corky Queen.

This one here is,
uh, King Corky.

This one is Corkita.

Gee, them is sure
swell names, Jimmy.

I'll say they are.

Well, Speck, we got
to be getting to work.

You take the rest of the horse
and the cart down to the shed.

I'll go get Mike.

OK, Jimmy.

Come on, Corky.

[music playing]

Come on, Corky.

Let's go, Mike.

Come on.

Whoa, Mike.

Here you are, boys.

Oh, boy, thanks
a lot, Mrs. Dolan.

Thanks, mom.

Such hard working men as you
and Speck need lots of food.

You're tops mom.

Oh, did you sell another pup?

Two of them, I think.

I took deposits on
King Corky and Corkita.

Oh, boy, that means I'm
$35 closer to owning Mike.

Hot diggity dog.

Now, you boys be careful when
you cross the railroad tracks,

won't you?
-Yeah, we will.

We will, Mrs. Dolan.
-All right.

Bye, mom.

-Bye, boys.
-Come on.

Go, Mike.

Bye.

Whoa, Mike.

Now, Corky, you stay
there with Mike.

MR. KENNESON: Oh, Jimmy.

Yes, Mr. Kenneson.

Here's your new
subscription for you.

Jay Spencer, 388 Durango Road.

Well, that's the old
Dalton horse training

farm near where I live.

That's right.

It's been leased to Colonel
Whitley, the famous Kentucky

race horse breeder.

Now, you know who
Spencer is, don't you?

I'll say.

He trains the Colonel's horses.

Right.

He and the Colonel just
arrived with a big string

of thoroughbreds for the opening
of the new race track being

built over at Santa Anita.

I suppose you have been
over to see the new track.

You bet we have.

And it sure looks like we're
going to have some top notch

racing this winter.

You bet we will.

Hey, Corky, how did
you get down here?

Jimmy told you to stay
up there and watch Mike.

That's not Corky.

That's my dog, Mickey,
Corky's brother.

Gee willikers.

They look so much alike
I can't tell them apart.

You're getting dumber
every day, Speck.

Now you've done it.

Oh it wasn't any good anyhow.

Nothing we have around
here is any good.

We ought to buy us a Joe Louis
professional punching bag.

Yeah, and what are we
going to use for money?

Now, listen, fellas,
if everything goes OK,

I'm going to enter Mike
in the Santa Anita races.

When he wins enough
purses, I want

to buy what we need for
a real, for sure enough

clubhouse with gym equipment
that ain't busted all the time.

We can have
shower/bath, and a ping

pong table, and weenie roasts.

What's the matter with you guys?

Don't you believe it?

Well, it sounds swell, Jimmy,
but well, how do you know

Mike is going to win any races?

Yeah, how do you know?

Well, you just wait and see.

Yeah, you guys
just wait and see.

[buggy]

Whoa.

You boys looking for someone?

Yes, sir, any of you
gentlemen Mr. Spencer?

I am.

I am your news
boy, Jimmy Dolan.

This is Speck
Williams, my assistant.

This is Corky, my dog.

Glad to know you boys.

You too, Corky.

Where do you want
your paper delivered?

In the mailbox or at the house?

Just throw it on the porch
of the guesthouse here.

JIMMY: Yes, sir.

You better deliver
a paper to me too.

You can put it on the
porch of the big house.

I'm Colonel Whitley.

Thanks, Colonel, I know
a lot about your racing

stables and your Kentucky
horse breeding farm.

You do?

Yes, sir.

You bring your handicap
champion with you?

Yes.

How do you happen to know so
much about my racing stable?

Reading about the sport of
kings is one of my hobbies.

Would you mind if Speck and
me come over once in a while

and watch you train
your bangtails?

Well, I won't mind so long
as you keep out of the way.

I don't want any kids
getting hurt on my property.

Thank you, Colonel.

Better set your
alarm clock, boys.

We start working out the horses
pretty early in the morning.

OK, Corky, deliver
that on the front porch.

Jeez, Speck, we can
come over here tomorrow.

It's Saturday.

Yeah!

We can bring Mike along too.

He can learn a lot by just
watching the Colonel's horses.

You bet he can.

You bet he can.

Come on, Corky.

Thatta girl.

Let's go, Mike.

JIMMY: Hi, sis.

Hi, Jimmy.

So that's your kid brother.

Yes.

But for heaven's
sakes, don't let

him know you used
to be a jockey,

or he'll pester the
life out of you.

OK, Erin.

Is that the thoroughbred
you were telling me about?

The one he's buying
from his uncle?

Yes.

And that subject's taboo too.

Or you'll be spending the
evening out in the stable.

Hello, mom.

MRS. DOLAN: Hello, dear.

Well, this is home sweet home.

It's just like I
thought it would be.

Mother, I want you to
meet Mr. William McKay.

I'm very pleased to
meet you, Mr. McKay.

And welcome to our home.

Thank you, Mrs. Dolan.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

If you'll excuse me a
minute, I want to have

a private talk with Jimmy.

That's a very good idea, Erin.

I'll be right back.

All right.

Won't you come over
and sit down, Mr. McKay.

Thank you.

He's a good fellow.

Now, you get
yourself some dinner.

Hey, Jimmy, who is
Erin's new boyfriend?

I don't know anything about him
except that he sells insurance.

Say, maybe I can sell him
one of Corky's puppies.

Sure you can.

With him messing around Erin.

It ought to be a cinch.

Hey, Jimmy, it's past 6:00.

I got to go home.

OK, Speck, see you at 4:00 AM.

What's this 4:00 AM business?

Gee, sis, I got
two new customers.

And who do you think they are?

Who?

Colonel Whitley from Kentucky
and his trainer, Mr. Spencer.

Well!

Speck and me are going
over there in the morning

and watch him run his horses.

Oh, boy, are we
going to have fun.

At four o'clock in the morning?

Sure.

Gosh, but you're dumb.

Don't you know they work out
race horses before breakfast?

Well, never mind that.

Now, listen, I don't want you
to spoil my date thins evening

by talking horses.

And don't try to
show him Mike either.

What what can I talk about?

Nothing.

Mr. McKay is calling
on me, not you.

Can I just show
him Corky's puppies?

I was hoping to sell him one.

No, not this time.

And if you keep your lips
buttoned all evening,

I'll give you a dollar.

It's a deal.

Oh, go on.
Get cleaned up.

And get the stable
smell off your hands

before you meet Mr. McKay.

OK, sis.

Jimmy, this is
Mr. William McKay.

Glad to meet your, Mr. McKay.

It goes double, Jimmy,
only don't be so formal.

I'm known as Sandy
to my friends.

Sandy?

That's funny.

A jockey named Sandy McKay
used to ride for the Elm

Tree Stables in Maryland.

That's right.
That's me.

Really?

Sure.

Oh, boy, have I met a lot
of racing bigshots today.

Jimmy, remember our deal.

OK.

Now, the next time
you come over,

you and me have got to get
together for some horse talk.

You bet we will.

Make it soon, will you?

Sure thing, Jimmy.

Swell.

MRS. DOLAN: Dinner's ready.

And am I hungry.

[rooster]

Here comes Mr. Spencer.

MR. SPENCER: Good morning, boys.

Good morning, Mr. Spencer.

You're early birds I see.

Yeah, we didn't want
to miss anything.

I'm going to make a
tour of the stables.

Like to go along?

Oh, we'd love to.

But maybe Colonel
Whitney wouldn't like it.

He won't mind if
you're with me.

Come on.

No, Corky, you stay
here and watch Mike.

Understand now?

That's a fine dog
you have, Jimmy.

He minds what you say.

Well, that's because
she's a thoroughbred.

Thoroughbred, huh?

Yes, sir.

Yeah.

Wait a minute, Hank.

This is the Colonel's
pet, Lightning Boy.

Hi, you old fellow.

Sure, I know.

You want to get out
and run, don't you?

All right, you're going to
get a workout this morning.

Go ahead and pet him.

He loves it.

Hello champ, old boy.

Gee, ain't he pretty.

Yeah, almost as pretty as Mike.

OK, Hank, come on, fellows.

That's [inaudible], the nicest
sprinters you'll ever see.

I like them real well.

What's the matter with him?

There's nothing wrong with him.

He's just taking a bath.

A bath?

Yeah, a sand bath.

Oh, Doc, I'd like you to meet
a couple of friends of mine.

This is Doc Scott, our
veterinarian-- Jimmy and Speck.

Pleased to meet you.

Hi, Doc.

Glad to know you boys.

Well, come on, fellows.

Good morning, Mr. Spencer.

Good morning, Blackie.

Gee, them is sure funny
looking horseshoes.

They aren't horseshoes.

They are racing plates.

The young man is a
walking encyclopedia

of racing information.

It sure is.

Not many people know what
horses wear on their feet

when they race, boys.

Maybe you've got a
couple of discarded plates

you can give the boys for luck.

I sure have.

Have you got any taken
off of Lightning Boy?

Got a lot of them.

There you are, sonny.

[inaudible]

Gee whiz, thanks a lot, mister.

You're welcome.

Well, we better be
getting over to the track.

Hey, would it be all
right if I take Mike

and Corky over to watch too?

Sure, that's all right.

Come on.

How you want the boy handled
this morning, Colonel?

There's only one
way to work him.

If he wants to run, let him.

Yes, sir.

If you fellows will
stay right here,

you can see everything
and not be in the way.

OK, Mr. Spencer.

All right, boys, up
to the starting gate.

Gee, he's a swell
fellow, ain't he?

I'll say he is.

Oh, boy, now we're going
to see some real racing.

Not so loud, Speck.

Over there is Colonel Whitley.

I wonder what makes
him look so grouchy.

I don't know.

Get Mr. Mulligan
right up through here.

Whoa.

Whoa.

Up.

Well, I see that Flying
Sun and Mr. Mulligan

are up to their old tricks.

Yeah.

But they're not as bad
as they used to be.

You better [inaudible], Jay.

[bell]

Yah!

They're off.

[music playing]

Watch them come
around that turn.

What time did you get?

49 and four fifths.

I got 50 flat.

That's not bad after
the long train ride.

It's not good either.

Oh, boy, Colonel Whitley
sure has good-looking horses,

and fast too.

Oh, they're pretty good.

Here comes Mr. Spencer now.

Enjoying yourself, boys?

You bet.

I'll say.

What do you think
of our racing stock?

Well, they're pretty good.

But--

But what?

Well, I don't want you
to think I'm bragging.

But I'll bet you Mike can
beat any I've seen so far.

Did you say Mike?

Who is Mike?

He is.

He's Mike.

Well, what makes you
think that delivery wagon

horse can beat my thoroughbred?

Just because Mike has been
helping me deliver papers,

don't get the wrong idea,
because he's just a much

of thoroughbred as
any of your horses.

Oh, he's no thoroughbred.

He is so because
my uncle bought him.

And he knows racehorses.

Well, we'll have to Mike on
our track one of these days

and see what he can do.

Loan me one of your saddles.

And I'll show you what
he can do right now.

[laughing].

Well, I will.

All right, my horses
will race yours.

Good.

Come on, Speck, let's unhitch.

And just so you
won't say I took

an unfair advantage of you,
I'll have a set of racing

plates put on your nag.

That's swell.

Don't let him get
your goat, Jimmy.

Well, he can't call Mike
a nag and get away with it.

I know.

You just bring him
over to the stables.

And we'll fix him up.

OK, thanks.

This colt of yours sure
acts like he wants to run.

Of course he does.

You would too if
somebody insulted you.

You don't really think he
can beat any of the Colonel's

horses, do you?

With them racing plates on,
the Colonel's horses won't

be able to see him for dust.

OK, sonny, you ready
to climb aboard?

Just a minute.

Corky, you stay with
Speck and watch the race.

I'm ready now.

And Mike, let's go.

Come on, Corky.

MR. SPENCER: Uh,
Jimmy, Colonel Whitley

wants to discuss the conditions
of the race with you.

OK.

Will once around the half
mile track be satisfactory?

Suits me.

Suits me too.

Now, you riders will
be given a few minutes

to warm up your mount.

Boy, that kid
sits in his saddle

like an experienced jock.

Yeah, and maybe his nag can run
like an experienced racehorse.

Oh, Mike.

Now, listen, Mike, after
my bragging on you,

don't you dare let me down.

You've got to win
this race, understand?

Get him straightened out there.

[bell]

Yah!

[music playing]

Come on, Mike.

Well, that son of
a gun, Jimmy's colt

is leading Lightning Boy.

[music playing]

Come on, Mike.

Come on, Mike.

Come on.

Well, what do you
know about that?

Jimmy's colt come darn
near beating Lightning Boy.

So I noticed.

Not bad for a delivery wagon
horse, wouldn't you think?

You don't have to rub it in.

Don't feel bad about it, Mike.

It wasn't your fault. You
could have won that race

if I was a better rider.

Congratulations, Jimmy.

JIMMY: For what?

Your horse beat mine, didn't he?

By the skin of his teeth.

Well, that's good
enough in a horse race.

I guess I did a little
bit too much bragging.

You didn't do
half enough, Jimmy.

The horse that beat
Mike was last year's

three-year old champion.

You don't mean Lightning Boy?

Yes, sir.

Look there.

Gee whiz, did you
hear that, Speck?

Sure, I did.

He made Boy run a half
of mile in 47 flat.

Did you hear that, Mike?

You nearly beat Lightning Boy.

Thank of that.

Jimmy, I owe you an apology
and Mike too for calling

you a delivery wagon horse.

I hope you'll forgive
me-- both of you.

We will, won't we, Mike?

How about being my
guests for breakfast?

-You bet.
-That'd be swell, Colonel.

Come on over to the house.

Hey, Joe, pool the boy's
horse out, will you?

Come on then.

And Mike was bred
by a Texas horse

horseman, Stephen Talbott.

Steve Talbott, huh?

Do you know anything
about Mike's bloodlines?

Yes, sir.

Mike was sired by
Bulldog and foaled

by a mare named Molly Michaels.

As a yearling, he was
registered under Bull Mike,

but I shortened it because
I like Mike better.

I don't recall any
Bull Mike racing

as a two or three-year-old.

Do you, Colonel?

No, I don't.

That's because he's
never been to a race.

You see, when he was a
baby, Mr. Talbott gave

him to his daughter for a pet.

And when she was killed
in an auto accident,

he couldn't bear to have
Mike around his place.

Oh, yes, I remember
the incident now.

Talbott was so broken
hearted, he quit

racing and sold all his stock.

Yes, sir, that's how my
uncle came to buy him.

Well, you're a very
lucky boy, Jimmy.

You could sell Mike
for a lot of money.

Oh, I don't want to sell him.

I'm buying him for keeps.

I wouldn't sell Mike
for a million dollars.

Any mail for me, dear?

No, mother, just one letter.

It's for Jimmy from Uncle Joe.

Good.

Open it up.

Let's hear what he has to say.

Oh, Jimmy won't mind.

All right.

"Dear Jimmy, I regret very
much that circumstances compel

me to break a promise, which no
doubt will hurt your feelings.

I am so desperately
in need of money,

that I'm offering to sell Mike."

Sell Mike?

Go on.

Let's hear the rest of it.

"I am offering to sell Mike
to the Kit Kat Racing Stable.

And they will be over to
see him tomorrow, as they

can afford to pay me $700."

There'd the old alibi.

He knows Jimmy can't
afford to pay $700.

I wouldn't let him pay that
much if could afford to.

Go on.

"Don't feel too bad
about it because I'll find

you another colt you'll
like just as much as Mike.

With love, Uncle Joe."
[SARCASM] With love, Uncle Joe.

A lot he knows about love.

Oh, why did he ever
leave Mike in Jimmy's

care in the first place.

He might have known that
Jimmy'd become attached to him.

Whoa, Mike.

Here, Speck, you drive down to
the shed and start to unhitch.

I am going to tell
mom about Mike.

Well, I suppose
Jimmy will just have

to get over his disappointment.

Mom!
Mom!

Guess what happened.

Mike nearly beat Lightning Boy.

What's the matter, sis?

Why are you crying?

Well, what's the
matter with her, ma?

She's feeling blue over a
letter from your Uncle Joe.

Oh, is he sick or something?

No, dear.

Jimmy, I've got some
bad news for you.

And it's going to
hurt you terribly.

I wish I didn't
have to tell you.

But you'll have to know
about it sooner or later.

Well, what is it, mom?

Your uncle is so hard up
he can't wait till you've

saved enough money to buy Mike.

You mean he's going to
sell him to someone else?

Yes, dear, to a racing stable.

But mom, he promised
me that I could buy him.

I know, dear, but--

Then why can't I send him
the $203 that I have saved

and the rest later?

Because the racing
stable will pay him $700.

And that's more
than you can afford.

So that's the kind of an
uncle he turned out to be.

Oh, Jimmy.

You can depend on me.

Mike.

I am not going to let nobody
take you away from me--

no, sir.

Run away tonight--
you and me and Corky--

and join up with the gypsies.

And nobody will be
able to find us.

Now, listen, I'll sneak
out here around midnight.

And we'll--

Oh, Jimmy.

JIMMY: Yeah?

Supper is ready.

And mom is fixing nice,
French-fried potatoes.

And you know how
much you like them.

I don't want any supper.

I'm not hungry.

Don't be like that, Jimmy.

I feel almost as bad about
losing Mike as you do-- only--

Only what?

Well, maybe we've been
getting upset over nothing.

What do you mean nothing?

The men coming
over here tomorrow

have never seen Mike, have they?

No, I guess not.

Well, maybe when they see him,
they won't want to buy him.

I think you got
something there, sis.

Did you hear what
she said, Mike?

Maye they won't think you're
worth $700 when they see you.

Good morning, mam.

Is this the place
where Joe Dolan

has a thoroughbred for sale?

Why, yes.

Well, I am Sam Hilder.

And this is Dr. Pronnett.

How do you do, Mrs. Dolan?

How do you do?

We represent the
Kit Kat Stables.

I presume Mr. Dolan
wrote you about the deal.

Yes, Jimmy got the bad news
from his uncle yesterday.

Jimmy's my 12-year-old boy.

He loves that colt more
than anything in the world.

Now, I am sorry if we
butted in on a family affair.

All I know about the
matter is that Dolan

offered to sell a four-year-old
colt to our employer.

You mind letting us
have a look at him?

No.

Come with me, and
I'll call Jimmy.

Thank you.

I know how much this
hurts your pride.

But I don't want to lose you.

And you don't want to get taken
away from me and Corky neither,

do you?

Of course not.

Now, if you would
just stand still,

I'd be through in a minute.

Jimmy!

JIMMY: Yes, mom.

The men from the Kit
Kat Stables are here.

They want to see Mike.

JIMMY: All right, ma.

Now, you got a lame
leg, understand?

Come on.

Come on.

[music playing]

So you're the men who want
to buy my uncle's colt.

That's right.

Well, this is Mike, gents.

I am sorry he's
so dirty looking.

But every chance he gets,
he wallows in the duck pond.

That's a fine way for
a thoroughbred to act.

Yeah, I guess he's got
some mustang in him.

DR. PRONNETT: How long has
been limping like that?

Well, not long.

It comes and goes.

I think he's got a
touch of rheumatism.

All right, we'd better
look him over, Doc.

And make it snappy.

No use wasting much time here.

You're right.

[dog barking]

Quiet, Corky.

It's all right.

I've seen all I want to see.

Me too.
Let's go.

Well, thanks Jimmy for
letting us see him.

You're welcome.

-Well, goodbye.
-So long.

Bye, Jimmy.

We fooled them, Mike.

We put it over on them.

I didn't mean to hurt
your feelings, Corky.

I was only fooling
to trick those men.

And did we put it over on them.

Thatta boy, Mike.

Come on.

I'll clean you up-- get
that old dirt off of you.

Come on.

[chickens]

[music playing]

Believe me, Mrs. Dolan, I
feel like a heel coming here

to take your boy's pet
away from him, especially

after the clever way
he tried to fool us.

But I'm only
carrying out orders.

That's why I waited
until he'd be in school.

Well, I-- I'm at
least glad you waited.

We have the
confirmation of purchase

here if you'd care to see it.

No, that isn't necessary.

You'll find Mike in the corral.

Well, I-- I am awfully
sorry, Mrs. Dolan.

[dog barking]

Corky, stop it.

[dog barking]

Stop it, Corky.

Come here.

Corky, come here.

It's all right.

It's all right now.

Thank you.

[dog barking]

Whoa, boy.

Whoa, Mike, old boy.

[music playing]

Whoa, Mike.

Come on, fellow.

Easy now.

Come on.

Whoa.

We aren't going
to hurt you, Mike.

Nothing we can do
about it, Corky.

I know how you feel.

Steady, boy, steady.

Whoa, whoa, Mike, whoa.

Whoa, Mike, whoa.

DR. PRONNETT: Come on, boy.

SAM HILDER: Here boy, whoa.

DR. PRONNETT: Come on, boy.

Steady, Mike, steady,
whoa, whoa, boy.

Easy now, easy, come on.

Whoa, Mike.

Whoa.

Whoa.

That's my boy.

Whoa.

[horse whinny]

[dog barking]

Hey, Jimmy, what's
he tied up for?

I don't know.

But I got a pretty good idea.

Untie her, Speck.

[music playing]

[chickens]

Mike!

Oh, Mike!

What's the matter, Jimmy?

Ain't Mike out in the pasture?

No, Speck.

They took him away.

Come on, Corky.

What are we going to do, Corky?

Don't feel too bad
about it, Jimmy.

You can buy another horse.

I don't want another horse.

If I can't have Mike,
I don't want any.

And I'll never speak to my Uncle
Joe again as long as I live.

I don't blame you, Jimmy.

I wouldn't either.

SAM HILDER: Come
on, Mike, old boy.

You don't know how
good these carrots are.

How about some nice corn, Mike?

SAM HILDER: Sure, boy,
have some of that corn.

DR. PRONETT: Come on, Mike,
what's the matter with you?

Haven't you been able
to make him eat yet?

No, Miss Tremaine,
you can't make a horse

eat if he doesn't want to.

We've offered him
everything we could think of.

Oh, here, let me try.

It's no use, mam, he won't eat.

He won't run either.

He just sulks.

Well, perhaps I'd better
call in another veterinarian

if you don't know
what to do for him.

The colt isn't sick, mam.

I mean, not physically.

So what's the matter with him?

He's grieving for
a stable companion,

a little old dog named Corky.

That's the truth, mam.

Well, that ought to make
our problem quite simple.

We'll buy the dog.

Oh, I'm afraid you'll
have to do the buying.

I won't.

Why not?

Because a little boy named
Jimmy Dolan owns that dog.

And he thought this
colt was his too

until his uncle crossed him up.

Oh, I see.

Very well.

Give me his address.

I'll talk to him.

Oh, he lives over in
Arkadia on Durango Road.

I'll write it down for you.

[chickens]

Looking for someone, mam?

Yes, Jimmy Dolan.

That's me.

I'm Kitty Tremaine.

You mean the movie star?

That's right.

I came here to buy a dog.

You must have seen the
sign I put out in front.

Well, I got two puppies left.

If you come into the barn, I'll
be glad to show them to you.

Oh, but I don't
want to buy a puppy.

I want to buy this dog.

She ain't for sale.

But I'll give you $50 for her.

No, you won't.

$100?

No, mam.

How about $200?

You're just wasting
your time, lady.

And besides, who do you
want to buy this dog for?

Well, you see, I happen
to be the owner of the Kit

Kat Racing Stables, and I--

Oh, you, are, are you?

Now I see what you're up to.

You're not satisfied with
taking Mike away from me.

Now, you want Corky too.

But-- but Mike doesn't
want to eat since I got

him because he misses the dog.

Of course he does.

Don't you think me and
Corky miss him too?

I just assume die if
I didn't have Corky.

Oh, Jimmy-- since you
won't sell Corky to me,

I guess there's just
one thing to do.

I'll have to sell
Mike back to you.

Do you really mean it?

Would you sell him back to me?

I'd be happy to.

Oh, boy, that's swell of you.

Now, if you wait right here,
I'll be back in a minute.

Now, don't go away.

Why, hello, Jimmy.

Hello, Colonel Whitney.

Is Mr. Spencer around?

It's very important that
I see him right away.

Well, I'm sorry.

He went to Los
Angeles this morning.

I'm sorry you lost Mike too.

Jay told me about it.

Yeah, that's what I wanted
to see Mr. Spencer about.

You see, I got a chance
to buy Mike back again.

-You don't say.
-Yeah.

You see, he won't eat
or run or do anything

for the Kit Kat Stables because
he's looking for me and Corky.

Oh, I see.

Well, why don't you come
along and tell me about it.

Maybe I could help you.

I'm afraid not.

Why?

Well, you see,
the Kit Kat Stable

owes my uncle $700 for Mike.

And, well, I haven't
go that much money.

And I was sort of
hoping Mr. Spencer

would go in partners
with me in buying Mike

and take a train even.

I bet you Mike would
win plenty of races.

Well, I'm sure glad
you told me about that.

You are?

Why?

Because if Jay was here,
he'd, uh, jump at a chance

to buy a half interest in Mike.

Do you really think he would?

I know he would.

Oh, gee, I wish he were here.

Well, that isn't necessary.

I'll just give you
my check for $700.

Then when you and Jay
get your money together,

you can pay me back.

How's that?

Gee, but you're a
swell guy, Colonel.

It was just for a
half interest in Mike.

You'll never regret
it, Mr. Spencer,

because I'll bet you anything
Mike will win the Santa Anita

Handicap if you train him.

But I thought your uncle sold
him to the Kit Kat Stable.

He did.

But a miracle just happened.

We got a chance to buy him back.

You see, the Kit
Kat cant' get Mike

to eat or anything
because he's grieving

for Jimmy and the dog .

So I'm advancing the
money to you boys

to buy him till you
can pay me back.

Oh, I see.

Well, that's very
fine of you, Colonel.

I'm glad to have you
for a partner, Jimmy.

Thanks.

That's the way I feel about you.

Allow me to be the
first to congratulate

the new partnership
of Dolan and Spencer.

I wish you a lot of luck.

Thank you, Colonel.

Thanks a lot, boss.

Well, I've got to
be getting along now.

Miss Tremaine is waiting for me.

Then I think Jay better go
along and help close the deal.

Besides, you'll want to
discuss your racing plans,

and select your
colors, and so forth.

Here you are, Jimmy.

Thanks, Colonel.

You're aces.

Well, come on, Jimmy.

-My bike.
-Well, leave it here.

We'll pick it up later.
-OK.

Doc Scott wants to see you in
the stables, Colonel Whitley.

What's the matter, Colonel,
got something in your eye?

Yes.

A little boy's gratitude.

[music playing]

I'm sure glad
you're home, Mike.

You know it too, don't you boy?

Boy, you ought to have seen
how glad Mike and Corky

was to see each other.

And you know something?

Corky must have told Mike that
we'd come to take him home

because Mike went
right up to the manger

and started to eat some hay.

What do you know about that?

I don't know why
dogs and horses

should be called dumb animals.

I don't either.

I've seen plenty
of them that were

much smarter than their owners,

Hi, Mr. Spencer, remember me?

Oh, yeah, hello, McKay.

Jimmy, I want to
see you a minute.

Yeah, sure.

I got to go home, Jim,
I'll see you later.

What's wrong with him?

Well, it's an old story.

Is there anything
wrong, Mr. Spencer?

What's that ex-jockey
doing around here?

Oh, he's my sister's boyfriend.

Oh, so that's it.

Yeah, why'd you ask?

Did he ever ride for you?

No, but, uh--

But what?

Confidentially, partner, he
lost his jockey license for

riding in a questionable race.

Oh, I see.

Well, I've got to run along.

See you tonight.

OK, partner.

Mr. Spencer, I want
you to know how much I

appreciate the kindness
that you and Colonel Whitley

have shown to Jimmy.

I think it's wonderful.

It's been a
pleasure, Mrs. Dolan.

Colonel Whitley and I
think Jimmy is a fine boy.

In fact, the Colonel is a much
changed man since he met Jimmy.

Before you go, I'd like to give
you a jar of my homemade jam.

Well, I'd love it.

I-- I hope it's strawberry.

Good.

Sandy, I think you ought
to speak to Mr. Spencer.

Evidently, he thinks the
suspension of your jockey

license was justified.

Well, why should
I explain to him?

He means nothing in my life.

Don't be so sure about that.

He's Jimmy's partner now.

And Jimmy has big plans for you.

Big plans for me.

What are you talking about?

I don't dare tell you.

I've been sworn to secrecy.

All right, I'll
find out for myself.

OK.

It's a swell homecoming
you fixed for Mike, Jimmy.

Yeah.

Uh, Erin tells me
you need about $125

yet to pay for your
half interest in Mike.

Yeah.

I'd like to lend
you the money, Jimmy.

No, thanks, I'd rather not
borrow any money from you.

Why not?

Did you ever ride
a crooked race?

No, I never did.

You had your jockey license
suspended, didn't you?

SANDY: Yes.

Why?

Well, back East, I happened to
be up on a favorite in a race

that a gambling ring was
using for a betting coup.

I should've won that race.

I was pocketed all the way.

The stewards thought
I was in on the fix.

I was so mad over the
raw deal they handed me,

I never offered any defense.

I just quit the racing game.

That was a mistake, Sandy.

But for some reason,
I believe you.

And I'd sure like to have you
riding Mike at Santa Anita.

Jimmy, I'm-- I'm
way overweight.

I know that.

But you can train down.

Other jockeys have to.

Yeah, but I might have
trouble getting reinstated.

Nah, Colonel Whitley can
fix things up for you.

I bet you.

Yeah, I guess he could at that.

Sure, he can.

What do you say, huh?

Well, what do you say about
that $125 loan I mentioned?

OK.

I'll speak to Mr.
Spencer about you

tonight and get
everything fixed up.

Right.

But Jimmy, McKay never
offered any defense.

Is that the kind of a man
you want to ride Mike?

But he didn't do
anything wrong.

Nobody could get
him to throw a race.

All right, partner,
if you think he's OK,

I'll put in with you.

Thanks.

And you won't be
any mistake neither,

because, well, you
see, he's going to be

my brother-in-law pretty soon.

Oh, so that's the
way it is, huh?

Yes, sir.

Well, let's take a look
in the condition book

and see if we can
find a race that Mike

will have a chance to win.

Good.

Hmm?

Let's see.

Ah, here's one.

Opening day-- third race.

"Four years old and
upwards, an allowance

affair for maidens
and non-winners

of more than one
race this year."

And the distance is right.

Yeah, only six furlongs.

Mike will win that
one in a breeze.

That's what I'm hoping.

But don't forget, other
owners will be reading

these conditions too
and figuring out they

can wake up a winner.

I know it.

[door bell]

Come in.

Well, if it isn't Sam McBride.

Hi, Sam.

-Hi, Sam.
-How are you, boys?

Saw you in the diner and
tried to catch your eye.

Heading West for the
opening of Santa Anita, huh?

Yes, California here we come.

Me too. [inaudible] already
on the ground working out.

Is that so?

Yeah.

Sam [inaudible]
is a swell layout.

And the track is faster
than greased lightning.

You figuring on copping
the first $100,000 handicap?

Oh, now, quit your kidding.

You know me better than that.

What's up your sleeve, Sam?

What's it worth to you to know?

Plenty if it's a sure thing.

What have you got?

You remember that gelding
I claimed at the fairgrounds

last year?

You mean Speed Demon?

Yeah.

Why that old hag [inaudible]
only won one race this year.

Well, it's more profitable
sometimes not to win races.

You gentlemen
ought to know that.

So you've been prepping
Speed Demon for a killing.

And how.

He's been working a half
at 49 and just galloping.

I want you to notice the
conditions in the third race--

the opening day.

"Three quarters of a mile.

An allowance race for
maidens and non-winners

of more than one race last year.

Four years old and upward."

Speed Demon can take that
one running backwards.

And he should pay
at least 10 to 1.

[music playing]

There's Mike's
name right there.

Sure enough, it says, Mike.

Well, you wanted me to tell
you when he was ready to run.

Well, he is.

But is he ready to win?

That's what we want to know.

He's a cinch.

Then you would advise us
to bet the bankroll on him?

No, I don't advise anybody
to bet on horse racing,

because I don't believe in it.

Oh, I see.

But if you feel like betting,
don't let me stop you,

because being a
maiden, Mike will pay

off in boxcars when he wins.

Joe, get that
bookie on the phone.

I've got $2 that's
going on Mike.

So get it straight-- $5,000
on Speed Demon in the third

at Santa Anita at track odds.

Speed Demon--
$5,000 on the kisser

if [inaudible]
bookies will take it.

I said Speed Demon.

S as in sucker.

P like in [inaudible]
Yeah, that's right.

Now, listen, Mike, I want you
to get a good night's sleep

because we're going to van
you over to the track early

in the morning.

And I want you to
be in thick, see?

Now, listen, Corky,
I want you to keep

a good watch over Mike tonight.

Understand?

I got something for you.

Here.

Thatta girl.

Good night, Mike.

Good night, Corky.

ANNOUNCER: [inaudible] Sweep a
Lot is second and closing fast.

Bright Woolly is running third.

[crowd sounds]

Lame Duck wins it by an inch.

It's all very exciting.

But when does Mike run?

The next race-- see here on
the program, mother, number 6.

That's the number to watch.

My brother's horse.

Now, do exactly what
Sandy tells you, Mike.

And whatever you do, you've got
to win this race, understand?

Any final instructions,
Mr. Spencer?

No, you know what to do.

So go out there and do it.

OK.

-Good luck, Sandy.
-Thanks, Jimmy.

Any instructions?

No, just go out there
and win that race.

That's all I got to say.

I'll do my best.

[music - "call to the post"]

Excuse me.

Gosh, doesn't Mike
look swell, partner?

Best looking
horse on the track.

Hey, Sandy!

Be sure to make Mike win.

You're rooting for
the wrong horse, sonny.

What do you mean
the wrong horse?

If you want to pick
up a little easy money,

you get a ticket on Speed Demon.

Speed Demon.

Mike's going to win this race.

ANNOUNCER: Mike with
Sandy McKay up is 50 to 1.

Mike sure does look
good, doesn't he?

ANNOUNCER: And Little
Sam with [inaudible]

is three and a half.

Hey, fellows, there's Jimmy.

Where?

Down there with Mr. Spencer
by the judge's stand.

Oh, yeah.

Come on.

Oh, I'm beginning
to see how it's done.

That's why they have the
numbers on the board out there.

Look, mom, the odds
on Mike are 50 to 1.

I'm going to buy a $2 ticket.

Do you want me to buy you one?

You mean, if Mike
wins, you'll get $100.

That's right.

I'll take two-- one for Jimmy.

Hi!

Hi, Jimmy, how are you?

Hi, Jimmy.

Hey, gang, he thinks Speed
Demon is going to win.

ANNOUNCER: The horses are
in the starting gate. [bell]

There they go-- number 2, Speed
Demon, is going to the front,

Molly O is second,
and Powell is third.

[cheers]

It's Speed Demon by three
quarters of a length.

Molly O is ahead in
front of Sparrow.

Blooming Gus is running
sixth and Mike four.

[cheers]

Yeah, Mike.

ANNOUNCER: Speed Demon
by a length and one half.

Molly O on the left.

[cheers]

Speed Demon still in
front by one length.

Molly O is second
in front of Sparrow.

It's Speed Demon and
Molly O. Sparrow is third

and Little Sam fourth.

[cheers]

And here comes Mike closing
fast from the outside.

You can win, Mike.

You got to win it.

ANNOUNCER: It's Speed
Demon and Mike [inaudible].

[cheers]

It's Mike and Speed Demon.

Yay!

Come on!

ANNOUNCER: Mike wins going away.
Sparrow is second.

-[inaudible] we won!
-You bet you we did, Jimmy.

ANNOUNCER: And Speed
Demon is third.

Nice going, Sandy.

I knew you could do it.

Sonny boy, let me ask you
something confidentially.

How did you know
that horse would win?

Because I told him too.

What does that
have to do with it?

You see, I'm Jimmy Dolan
of Dolan and Spencer.

This is Mr. Spencer, my partner.

We own Mike.

Come on, boys.

[music playing]

Look what I got for Mike.

Say, that's a honey.

I'll say it is.

But there's nothing too
good for that champ.

Hmm, you bet there isn't.

Oh, look what I got for Corky.

Well, Corky.

Say, that's a mighty fine
color Jimmy bought you.

Nicest one I could find.

You like it?

Oh, that's a Jim dandy.

That's for being such a
good dog, Corky old girl.

Jimmy, I came over
to tell you that I've

entered Mike in another race?

You did?

When does it go?

A week from today in
the Lincoln Memorial.

A handicap.

Oh, boy, you must think
he's pretty good to enter

him in that kind of a race.

It'll give us a chance to
find out how good he really is.

He'll be stretching
out from six furlongs

to a mile and a sixteenth and
running against better horses.

How much is the purse?

Enough to outfit your
newsboy's club if he wins.

Oh, boy, did you
hear that, Mike?

Do you really think he
can win, Mr. Spencer?

Well, he's got a chance.

But don't count on it too much.

Few horses win all their races.

Colin did or Mondi did, and
maybe Mike can do it too.

I wish I had your
kind of faith, Jimmy.

Training horses would
be so much easier.

Well, we'll put him back
in the training right away.

So long.

Bye, partner.

Mr. Spencer don't think
you'll do in the mile

and the sixteenth race.

But you'll show them, won't you?

What if it is the Lincoln
Memorial Handicap?

That won't make any difference
to you, will it, boy?

Nah.

And here's some info
right out of the feed box.

"Bet everything you can beg,
borrow, steal on Fleet One

in the Lincoln Memorial
Handicap," signed Doc.

Let's see, who's Doc?

Remember the veterinarian we
staked at Saratoga after we

they bought him from the track?

You mean, Doc Slagle ?

That's the guy.

His brother Bill works
for the B & B Stables.

They are the ones
that own Fleet One.

Say, that tip
sounds pretty good.

Let's take a look at the entry.

"Nighthawk, Scottsman,
Domino, Fireater, Fleet

One, Nominee, Sweep On, Mike."

Mike, that lets me out.

I won't do anymore betting
against that kid and his horse.

Once was plenty.

Oh, don't be a dope, Randy.

The kid saw us.

He's in over his head.

He's right.

He's probably putting him in a
handicap just for experience.

He won't get any more
experience at my expense.

Now sir, that kid's a jinx.

Ah, you're too
superstitious, Randy.

As for me, I like Fleet One.

Say, do you think you can
get the Doc and his brother

over here.

I'd like to talk to him.

Sure.

The Doc will do anything for me.

[phone ringing]

Hello.

Hello, Doc, this
is Ace Carroll.

Well, how are you, Ace?

You got my letter, huh?

Yeah, Bill will be in
from the track tonight.

I'm expecting him any minute.

Yeah, well, you're good to
stop over at the National

Hotel, Suite 608.

I've got a little job for you.

OK, boy, I'll be seeing you.

Goodbye.

Oh, Corky.

I'm sorry you don't feel well.

This medicine I gave
you will fix you up.

You'll feel swell
in the morning.

Now, you go to sleep
like a good girl.

[music playing]

[horse whinny]

He's in there all right.

[music playing]

Whoa.

Hold it.

Ho.

Hold it.

Hold it.

[horse whinny]

[horse whinny]

Hold it.

Go get him, Corky.

[dog barking]

Oh.

[inaudible]

Get off!

Get this dog off of me.

Please hurry.

Jimmy, what's
going on down here?

There's some prowlers
in the barn after Mike.

Corky is fighting them off now.

I just got through
calling Mr. Spencer.

Jimmy, you stay here.

You're not going out till
Mr. Spencer gets here.

But Mom, Corky needs my help.

Never mind that.

[music playing]

[dog barking]

[gunshot]

Let me go, ma.

Jimmy!

[dog whimper]

Corky!

Corky!

[dog whimper]

Corky, are you hurt bad?

Lay your head down.

Mr. Spencer, they shot Corky.

Where's Jimmy?

Over there.

[dog whimper]

Poor Corky.

[dog whimper]

Mr. Spencer, Corky's been shot.

Ah, don't worry, Jimmy.

Doc Scott will take
care of [inaudible].

What about Mike?

Is he all right?

I don't know.

Well, we'd better find out.

[dog whimper]

What were they trying to
do to you Mike, old boy?

Funny, I guess, if I
hadn't of been for Corky.

Still full.

Good thing they didn't
get a chance to use it.

I'll say it is.

I'm sorry, Jimmy.

I tried to save her,
but well, I couldn't.

She's dead.

You should feel
mighty proud of Corky,

Jimmy, for she sacrificed
her life to save Mike's.

That makes Corky a hero.

And heroes don't want their
loved ones to cry over them.

I'm not crying.

Oh, Jimmy.

[music - "taps"]

[horse whinny]

Hello, Jimmy.

Hello, Mr. Spencer.

Mom said you wanted to see me.

Is there anything wrong?

I'm afraid there is.

Mike won't eat.

And he won't train.

He seems to be grieving
for his pal, Corky.

Yeah.

Well, what are you
doing with that dog?

Well, we thought maybe Mike
was lonesome for a stable mate,

but it didn't work.

Mike won't even look at him.

Of course, not.

No other dog would
take Corky's place.

I know.

Hello, Mike.

How's my boy?

Don't be like that, Mike.

I know you feel bad.

But maybe you'll
feel better if you

and me take a little gallop.

What do you say, huh?

He's never acted
like this before.

He don't even pay
any attention to me.

Now what are we going to do ?

The Lincoln Memorial Handicap
is only three days off.

Well, uh, I hate
to say it, Jimmy,

but I'm afraid we're going
to have to declare him out.

But suppose he never
wants to race again.

Sure, he will.

Mike isn't going
to grieve forever.

He'll snap out of it in time.

Do you really think he will?

Of course.

I think if we kept him in
his own stable and pasture,

he'd snap out of it sooner.

I guess you're right.

And besides, around home,
he'll be closer to Corky.

That's right.

We'll declaring him out, huh?

It's the best
thing to do, Jimmy.

Anyway, there'll be plenty of
races for him later on, huh?

[phone ringing]

See who it is, Jack.

Sure.

Hi, Doc.

Hello, Bill.

Hi, Jack.

Hi, Randy.

RANDY: Hi, Doc.

Hi, boys.

What's the good word?

Well, Randy, we just
came over to collect

the rest of our money.

He won't run.

"The number of probable
starters in the Lincoln

Memorial Handicap to run
on Saturday was reduced

to nine today when
Dolan and Spencer

declared their entry Mike."

Good work, Doc.

[music playing]

I'm not blaming you for not
wanting to race yesterday.

I know you feel bad about Corky.

But so do I. Now, I'll
put you out in the pasture

where you can get
some good sunshine.

JUNIOR: Oh, Jimmy.

Yoo-hoo!

Yes, Junior.
I'm in here.

Come on in.

Hi, Junior.

Hello, Jimmy.

Hello, Mickey, old boy.

I came over to say
goodbye to you, Jimmy.

What do you mean goodbye?

We're moving to
New York tomorrow.

To New York?

How come?

My dad got transferred
to another job.

So we've got to go or he goes.

I'm awful sorry
you're leaving, Junior.

So am I, because my dad won't
let me take Mickey along.

He won't?

No.

So I thought maybe-- maybe
you'd like to have him.

No, Junior, thanks
just the same.

But I couldn't bear to have
any other dog around after what

happened to Corky.

[horse whinny]

Do you suppose he
thinks Mickey is Corky?

Nah, but maybe he remembers
that Mickey is Corky's brother.

Maybe he does at that.

JIMMY: Well, what do
you know about that?

How much you want
for him, Junior?

What I paid for him-- $15.

It's a deal Wait right
here while I get the dough.

All Lightning Boy
needs is a tightener,

and he'll be ready to go.

OK, Jay.

Hello, Colonel Whitney.

-Hello, Jimmy.
-Mr. Spencer.

What are you
excited about, Jimmy?

What's happened?

A miracle.

A friend of mine brought Corky's
brother over to my house.

And Mike has accepted
him for a pal.

You ought to see how
they're romping together

just like old times with Corky.

Well, that is good news.

Sounds like Mike's ready
to go back into training.

You bet he is.

And that's just what I've
been hoping and praying for.

I know you have.

So if he trains well, we'll
start him in another race.

Which one?

Any one you say,
partner, just name it.

Uh, how about the San
Juan Capistrano Handicap?

Oh, that's an awful
tough race, Jimmy.

I'm afraid we can't get
him ready in time for that.

Sure, we can.

We got two weeks.

And that's enough for Mike.

He'll be as sharp as
a tack in that time.

Well, it's OK with
me if the Colonel

has no objections to Mike
being coupled in the entry

with Lightning Boy.

I welcome the competition.

But don't forget, it
won't be the first time

Mike's tried to beat
Lightning Boy and failed.

That's right.

But this time, you've got
to be Dolan and Spencer too.

Oh, boy, Mike and
Lightning Boy--

what a race that's going to be.

Any special
instructions, Colonel?

Yes, Bobby.

Just take this
horse off the pace.

But don't be more than two
lengths off the leaders.

When you hit the seven-eighths
pole, take him to the outside.

He'll come on from there.

And whatever you do,
don't let Mike beat you.

Yes, sir.

Now, listen, Mike,
I'm depending on you.

So go out there
and win this race.

Understand?

Now, Sandy, just judge
your pace by Lightning Boy.

Stay close to him.

When he makes his
move, you make yours.

Yes, sir.

And good luck to you.

Thanks Don't worry
about Mike and me.

We'll be right up there.

[music - "call to the post"]

ANNOUNCER: And now, ladies and
gentlemen, the first running

of the San Juan Capistrano
Handicap at a mile

and one quarter for
three-year-old [inaudible].

The field going
postward in this event

brings together Colonel
Whitley's champion

of last year, Lightning
Boy and the South

American horse, Yanero.

Lightning Boy is coupled
in the betting with Mike.

Jimmy Dolan's sensational
four-year-old that newspapermen

affectionately refer
to as The Great Mike.

The horses are on the track.

Number two, Yanero, the
South American champion,

is the favorite at 8 to 5.

I hope you're
enjoying yourselves.

Yes, indeed, Colonel Whitley.

It was very nice of you to
invite us to sit in your box.

Yeah, it was swell
of you, Colonel.

He wants us where he
can keep his eye on us.

Four against one, you know.

ANNOUNCER: The horses are
nearing the starting gate.

Don't be so nervous, Randy.

That newsboy's colt isn't
going to jinx us today.

Nah, there's too much
class in this race.

Besides, he was out
of training too long.

Yeah, just the same,
I wish he wasn't in it.

ANNOUNCER: Lightning
Boy is acting up.

But there he goes
in the gate now.

We should get a
break at any moment.

There they go.

[bell]

Yanero is going to the front.

How Do I Know is second.

And Grand Rush is third.

[cheers]

Passing the stand
the first time,

it's Yanero in front by one
length-- Grand Rush, Red Moon,

and Lady's Man.

Come on, Mike.

Come on, Mike, ride him.

ANNOUNCER: Around
the clubhouse turn,

it's Yanero and [inaudible].

Red Moon is second.

How Do I Know is third.

Come on, Mike!

ANNOUNCER: In the
backstretch, it's

Yanero by one length,
Grand Rush, How Do I Know,

and Blue Lilly.

Lightning Boy got on the
rail and is now fifth.

Come on!

ANNOUNCER: It's
Yanero, Blue Lilly,

Red Moon, and Lightning Boy.

Around the far turn,
there goes Lightning Boy.

It's Yanero, Red Moon,
and Lightning Boy.

Where's Mike, Mr. Spencer?

Where's Mike?

Right where we want him.

At Lightning Boy's heels.

ANNOUNCER: Turning for home,
Yanero is still on top.

But Lightning Boy is
challenging for the lead.

And here comes The Great
Mike on the outside.

It's Yanero and Lightning
Boy head and head.

Let's go, Mike.

ANNOUNCER: It's Lightning
Boy and Mike head and head.

Come on

ANNOUNCER: Lightning
Boy and Mike.

[cheers]

Mike is the winner.

Lightning Boy, Red
Moon, and Blue Lilly.

[cheers]

I'm awful sorry it
had to be you, Colonel.

Nice work, Sandy!

Yes, sir, that's right.

We want six Joe Louis
professional punch bags,

six pairs of boxing
gloves, two ping

pong tables, one wrestling mat.

And don't forget about
the baseball equipment.

Take it easy.

And we want a lot of
baseball equipment.

And when I want something
more, I'll call you back.

Goodbye.

Gee whiz, that
gym equipment sure

is going to cost an awful
lot of money, ain't it?

Sure it will.

But we don't care how much
it costs, do we Jimmy?

Of course not.

Do you know how much
Mike won on that race?

No, how much?

Oh, about $45,000.

$45,000?

Jumping Jupiter!

[whistle]

Yeah, and we're going to have
a best newsboys club there

ever was, ain't we, Jimmy?

You said it, Speck.

[door knock]

Hello, Jimmy.

Hiya, partner.

You're just in time to
help us plan on building up

our new clubhouse.

Well, that's fine.

I brought you a
present from Colonel

Whitley for the new club.

Oh, swell.

Thanks a lot.

What is it?

Open it.

And find out for yourself.

OK.

What is it Jimmy?

I don't know.

It's a picture of Mike.

I think it's pretty.

Look, mom.

MRS. DOLAN: Thoroughbreds all.

Isn't it swell, mom?

[music playing]