Too bad Anthro and Ellie May couldn't come with us.

Wasn't too bad after Granny dumped the grits in it.

That didn't taste bad neither, once we poured hot gopher gravy over it.

I'm.

Catch him, Hannibal!

Let's cut across, Jethro!

What's the matter, Granny?

Mr. Pinkney skipped out on his rent and taken our chickens with him.

He didn't get far, Granny.

Han Jethro caught him.

This car's getting a mighty heavy.

As a punishment for my attempted escape, Granny put me to work making moonbeams.

Making moonbeams?

Moonlight.

Boonshine?

Yes, that's it.

An ingenious distillation apparatus.

Something called a still.

Well, how did you get away?

Well, my guard, a large hound by the name of Duke, became intoxicated by inhaling the fumes.