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Well, I declare, you are so wrought up, you don't know what you're saying.
Well, Pa, whilst Granny's gone, can I have some of my critters in the house for Vittles?
I'm gonna try my luck in front of Mr. Cushing's bank.
300 miles?
I watched one fella, he was pumping in nickels, turned around and there's another fella spending dollars to see the same sorry picture.
Granny, is that you?
But Pa says I gotta find homes for my critters first.
What's a little trouble when we're talking about your money?
No, ma'am, I'm a sophisticated, international playboy.
Oh, gone.
If she hadn't have been pushing that wheelbarrow, she'd be plum hot.
Swimming poos, movie stars.
Thank you, Pa!
Jane Hathaway here.
Oh, they'll tap a keg of cider when she comes.
And that ain't nothing.
Well, after she's good and tuckered out, she'll call and pretend she's worried about us.
Ashing what?
When?
No.
Well, then after a few I-told-you-so's and a-served-you-rights, she'll often come back for our sake.
I'm leaving!
You ain't never been to Bug Tussle?
Bye, Granny.
Yeah, she left this morning on foot.