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You don't know about
me without you having read

some books made by Mr. Mark
Twain, but that ain't no matter.

Them books was about
some of the best adventuring

me and Tom Sawyer ever had.

My best friend.

Now Mr. Mark Twain wrote the truth mainly.

There were some things he stretched,

but mainly he told the truth.

I reckon the biggest lie he told,

and I ain't ever seen anybody
but lie one time or another,

was what they call the lie of old mittens.

'Cause see, while Mr. Mark
Twain sure did write down

an awful lot of them adventures,
he never wrote them all.

Suppose me and Tom were just more full

of adventuring than his
poor wrist could handle.

Now its honest he wrote about
the murder in the graveyard

Tom and me saw, and Muff
Potter getting blamed for it,

and me and Tom being took for dead,

and then coming back to tell the truth

that it was Injun Joe who done it.

And he wrote about Tom and Becky Thatcher

getting lost in that cave,

the very same cave me and
Tom'd find all that treasure,

and Injun Joe'd find his fate.

And it's true Mr. Mark
Twain later helped me

write about my own adventuring,

escaping my drunk pap
and heading the wrong way

down the river to free Jim from slavery.

Them adventures was
plenty, with feuding families,

missing heirs and a pair
of con men would-be-royals;

the Duke of Bilgewater
and the King of France.

Tom even showed up in
Arkansas and got shot in the leg!

And there was others
too that made the page.

About me and Tom turning genuine detectives

and catching a killer, or
that time me, Tom and Jim

were all taken hostagated
in a balloon bound for Africa.

And maybe,

maybe them adventures is enough,

maybe them history books are full up.

Certainly would've done me.

I never went looking for
no trouble. But Tom Sawyer.

Tom Sawyer was a magnet for them adventures

and I reckon maybe I was
a magnet for Tom Sawyer.

Best friends stick together,

and sticking together got
me into plenty of tight spots.

Plenty of tight spots Mr. Mark
Twain never even knew about.

Surprised our sign didn't
scare off that huckster, Tom.

You sure his camp's
gonna be this far inland?

That rascal's a smart
one, that's for sure.

He reckoned most folks

woulda come to your conclusions, Hucky.

And with how bad the
skeeters get hereabouts

in the summer, well, most'd reckon

a sane man couldn't stand it.

But he can't outsmart a
coupla detectives, with pedigree,

like us.

Now I never been accused of having

a pedigree my whole life Tom.

How's that vinegar working for you, Huck?

The only thing for skeeters Tom.

That and possum guts, but
don't got none of them handy.

You know, this nickle bottle of repellent

seems to be more an attractant.

Could you spare a few splashes

to help me keep those parasites at bay?

They's bloodsuckers Tom,
but, that's how they're made.

Don't gotta call 'em that mean a name.

Well Hucky, that's what they are.

You're cold, Tom Sawyer.

Pap Finn used to call me that. Parasite.

I reckon I've been called
worse but I don't know when.

Huck Finn, you blatherskite,
that's what they are!

A parasite is a critter that
lives off something else,

like how skeeters have to
suck our blood to survive!

I kinda wish I didn't know that Tom.

Didn't know Pap thought
of me as a blood sucker.

Not to speak ill of the dead, Huck,

but I wouldn't put no stock into anything

your Pap Finn ever said.

Besides, he meant it
in a metaphorical sense.

Like you live off folk,

'cause you use to skip out of school

and didn't have no occupation.

But it ain't nothing, Huck.

Even so...

Hucky. You ain't no parasite.

Not the blood sucking kind,
nor the metaphorical kind.

Now this huckster we're
hunting up, Mr. James Holden,

now he's a parasite and ain't a place

for that kind in this world.

Selling the whole blamed
town of St. Petersburg

on buying brand new security systems

for their homes and shops.

Stirring up all kinds of trouble,

and getting the whole town
worried over some robberies

that happened 20 miles down the river.

And getting them to turn on
their friends, and neighbors,

and not trust anyone, even the postmaster,

and a good, righteous guy like Jim.

And then, all of a sudden,

during Sunday go to meeting time,

ransacking the whole blame
town and making for the river.

That's how I figured it too, Tom.

With no steamboats
due till tomorrow morning,

guess he has to be out
here.

Lest he paddled for the Illinois shore.

Nah, that rascals still here.

A dead fall!

Yep.

Looks like he rigged up some of his

security traps out here too.

Had we tripped the pull line

the wire would've
dropped that counterweight

and we'd be captives fast.

I read, Hucky, that wire drops

at 32.2 foot per second squared.

Them big words just to
say you ain't outrunning it.

Sure.

It's all account of potential
and kinetic energy, Hucky.

I think it's all account a

everything that goes
up has gotta come down.

Exactly, Huck, that's just
another way of saying it.

See, that big cage back there
had the potential for energy,

because gravity was pulling
on it, trying to bring it down,

but couldn't, account
of the counter weight.

But you trip the counter weight,

well gravity gets a hold and-

Exactly Huck!

See once gravity gets a hold

all that energy that the
cage had the potential to have,

well, it grows into it real quick!

You got to remember that speed and mass

affect the amount of
kinetic energy an object has,

so a heavy cage way up there

just dropping would be a whopper!

I don't need all the details Tom.

I reckon I get the big picture.

Huck Finn,

this detective business
is all about the details.

Tom!

A noise maker.

This rascal is keeping
the thrills fresh, ain't he?

Yep.

More potential energy
that'd make trouble for us

if'n it finds its legs, Huck.

If this sapling that's all bent back,

got free of this wire
and went back to normal

like it wants to-

It'd make quite a ruckus huh, Tom?

Sound travels at about
760 miles per hour, Hucky.

Best to avoid having to outrun that number.

Reckon that Holden
still has Aunt Polly's Bible

he stole from outta her locked cabinet?

I reckon he's still got
all his pilfering, Huck.

Won't fence it till he's a
few days from St. Petersburg,

the way I figure it.

I reckon I never seen
no one so out of sorts

over a book, though, Tom.

She didn't even read that one,

otherwise she'd had it with
her when the crook struck.

That's what they call
sentimentality, Huck Finn.

Oh, I know that one, Tom.

I had an awful lotta
sentimentality over Joe Harper's

dead tooth I won off him playing marbles.

It may not be as good as that golden knob

he had once, Tom, but it was
the best thing I ever owned.

That was a prize, Huck!

And I wouldn't take
too kindly to some pilferer

makin' off with it, either.

Takin' all those folks
possessions, that they care about,

like how I cared about that rotten tooth.

It ain't right, Tom.

I told you Hucky, a parasite.

Ain't a place in this
world for that kinda man.

Look past those trees.

It's his camp, Tom. - Shh!

I bet that trip wire'a
his last line of defense.

The warning trap to beat all warning traps.

How's that one work, Tom?

Some kind of potential for kinetic energy?

Well, it's hard to see
from where we are, Huck,

but, that's likely sure.

I think it's best if we ought to avoid it

for sneaking in there.

Wait a minute. Hucky, do I got an idea.

How's that, Tom?

Listen, we can use his traps against him.

Take the biggest amount of potential energy

and make it kinetic.

You go and head to the edge
of the woods and hide there.

But be sure to stay clear of the trails.

I got plans for them.

When you see me take off running,

that no good Holden should be right behind.

If he is, then you go in
and get back all his loot

so we can take it back
to them that it belongs to.

Sure about this, Tom?

Trust me, Hucky.

I see you coming, ya crook!

Tom!

You think you're so clever?

Where's Tom?

They don't care for
you. You dirty street rat!

I ain't a street rat.

You pretending. I knew your pap.

Huckleberry Finn, you're
one of us, not one of them.

You see how quick they
are, to turn on one another.

To distrust, and suspect
their neighbors they'd known

their whole life of covetous and pilferin'.

You think they can think
of you any kind of way

besides a filthy,
mean-spirited son of Pap Finn,

the most useless man
this town has ever known?

You owe them nothing.

You get me outta here, and
we can take off down river,

among our kind, living our way.

'Cause boy, we ain't nothing
but good old social parasites.

It's how we're made. It's who we are.

There ain't no place in
this world for our kind.

I'm no blood sucker, nor no metaphor.

Leastwise, I'm no parasite.

I'm Huckleberry Finn, and
I'm Tom Sawyer's best friend!

You bet you are, Huck!

Tom!

Sorry, I saw that my plan worked.

That this rascal forgot all about his trap

and walked right into it.

He just kept on blowing that pistol of his

and trying to get free.

I just kept running.

I don't blame you none, Tom Sawyer.

Did you get the swag?

Aunt Polly's Bible and all.

Then let's make tracks back
to town and get the Sheriff.

I'm sure he'll be mighty
interested in our days doings.

Let me go! I promise I'll turn myself in.

I'll be a better man, the rest of my days.

I swear!

I say we should help me Tom.
At least with those skeeters.

Now Huck, let it never
be said that Tom Sawyer

don't take no pity on his fellow man.

But, Tom, I thought you
called that an attractant?

You shoulda
talked to me first, Tom.

Hucky, how many years you known me?

Too many Tom.

And do I ever seek your consultation

on matters of business?

You never tell me nothing

when there's something on the line,

especially when it's my something.

That mummified cat ya got there's

the only thing I got left from Cairo.

It's my pride and joy.

Huck, it's the only way I
can get back that timepiece,

I told you!

But it's a gimme. There's no threat.

Ain't you learned by now?

I don't take a bet that ain't a gimme.

You're more right than
wrong, sure enough Tom,

but you ain't always
right.

And every blame soul
in St. Petersburg knows

that 30-pounds of feathers is
heavier than a 10-pound stone.

Who said it weren't Hucky?

That ain't what I'm aiming to disprove.

You bet your little
brother... Half brother.

All right, you bet Sid my mummy cat

that this bag of feathers
will land the same time

as his 10-pound stone when we drop 'em both

off Graver's Rise.

That's what we spit on.

Tom.

30 pounds is gonna fall a heck a lot faster

than a 10-pound stone.

Why, I reckon three times as fast.

Think so, Huck?

Seems right to me.

And how's that, Huck?

Well, you know, gravy,
and ian hurt ya, and all that,

all that book learning stuff.

Well, heavier something
is the quicker it falls,

stands to reason.

Exactly, Huck! Stands to reason.

That's the trick.

Tom, you done outfoxed so many sitches

around so many different ways,

this time you outfoxed yourself.

Nah, Hucky.

It stands to reason but it
ain't the way it actually works.

See, when they fall,

objects regardless of they
mass or how much they weigh

fall at the same rate meaning, Hucky,

not the same speed but
the same acceleration.

That's 'cause the amount of force gravity

puts on a given object
is dependent on its mass.

So a heavy object with a lot of mass,

like that big bag of feathers

is pulled harder by gravity
than that 10-pound stone.

If you say so, Tom.

I says it.

Now, I told that little rapscallion

to keep mum about this whole affair.

Did ya? I reckoned
you'd want a crowd, Tom.

If'n we're quick we can
get these proceedings along

'fore Becky ever knows I
gave away that timepiece

she give me last time we courted.

I think it was the last
time before the last time.

Maybe you're right, Hucky.

But if you can't keep track
of your own romantic eskimos,

I suppose there's no chance no way.

Thomas Sawyer!

Reckon she knows, Tom?

Tom!

Tom!

Are you the reason for this foolishness?

Huck helped.

As usual.

I told you this was another

Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn mess.

Tom Sawyer, you are the
most narcissistic, humiliating,

self-obsessed courter that
I have ever seen in my life.

You know, Bo Laxley came
a courting just last week.

Bo Laxley.

Now that's a
boy who keeps his nose clean.

He came calling right after you,

but I was already spoken for,

and now I'm stuck with a
lifetime of these shenanigans!

Oh, I'm sorry you
ain't a courtin' Bo, Becky.

Nobody likes Bo Laxley!

Yuck! - I was just trying

to learn you on the
embarrassment I feel in my heart

when you're up to these troubles.

Oh and Tom's real sorry
about giving away that timepiece

you gave him courting past.

My timepiece?

You gave away my timepiece?

What's a gift mean to Tom Sawyer?

About as much as bathwater
does to Huckleberry Finn.

Becky, what do you think I'm doing here?

I'm here to win it back.
I'm doing this for you!

For me?

If this was for me,

you wouldn't have kept it
from me in the first place.

This is about the drama,
the theatrics, the spectacle.

It always is with you.

This is about your pride, Tom.

That's what you serve.

Tom!

What?

Go win your silly bet.

One timepiece coming up.

All right Sid. You got the timepiece?

Right here.

Tom, you got Huck's dead cat?

Right here.

Told you to keep mum, Sid.

Pretty big crowd.

If'n only one of us talked it up.

Word travels.

'Specially from two ports.

I've been eyeing that
prize a while now, Tom.

I knowed it, Sid.

Why, I don't need no timepiece.

I didn't even need it
when you gave it to me.

It's just a pawn.

If'n I'm honest, thought I
might come in handy but,

I have to say I'm surprised
just how handy it came.

Tell you what.

I'll make you an offer.
I'll trade you, straight up.

She ain't mine to trade, Sid.

But she's yours to gamble?

Ain't much a gamble when
you know you're gonna win.

All right boys, weighing time.

Let the minutes show the bag of feathers

is heavier than the stone.

Let the dropping commence.

Last chance out, Tom.

Why I need to trade
when I'm about to get both

and humble you to boot?

'Cause that's what
you're really after, ain't ya?

A humbling?

When it's them that deserves it.

All right you two. On my mark.

Three Mississippi,

two Mississippi,

one Mississippi.

Wait, hold on! I call time out.

Time out.

What are you doing, Tom?

It looks like I'm fixing
to drop a bag of feathers.

No, you're supposed to
dump them not drop them.

Now Joe, we didn't
agree to no restrictions

on how I dropped my feathers.

Afraid he's got you there, Sid.

Except that ain't the truth.

This here, a signed contract
with one Huckleberry Finn,

owner of the collateral,

promises Tom Sawyer would
be dumping this bag of feathers

separate from the bag
from which they brought.

Witnessed by Bill Henry yesterday morning.

Just ask him.

Did Huck really sign it?

Huck Finn, is the genuine signatory.

I didn't know about your scheme, Tom.

I told you.

You should, you should
have told me about it.

What's the problem Becky?

30 pounds of feathers
is 30 pounds of feathers.

Won't it be the same, bag or no?

So Tom though he'd outsmart Sid,

that Sid wouldn't know if
things fall at the same rate.

Which they do.

Right. But only if there
aren't other factors involved.

Other factors?

Like air.

Air?

It's what you breathe, Huckleberry.

I know that! How's it affect it?

Huckleberry, them
falling at the same rate's

only true if gravity is the only factor

on an object falling,

but they've gotten more
acting on 'em than gravity.

Air resists them falling too.

So the bag of feathers
and the 10-pound stone,

for all intents and purposes,
they's about the same density,

so they'll fall at the same time.

But Huck, if you separate those feathers.

That feather's barely
denser than a sheet of paper.

Even with them falling at the same time,

some of them are gonna separate

and they'll be so beat by
the resistance of the air

that they'll just float and mosey on down

and land a good few
seconds after the stone.

Tom!

Tom, take the trade.

Get your piece.

Joe, let's start again.

Starting again.

On my mark.

Three Mississippi,

two Mississippi,

one Mississippi.

Drop!

Yes!

I'm sorry Tom.

That stone landed mighty
sooner than the mess of feathers.

Sid Sawyer, the winner.

Told ya you were after a humbling, Tom.

I don't see what
you like about that Tom Sawer.

Bested by his little brother, Sid.

Becky, you can do better.

Come on, Becky.

Show's over. And what a show!

Tell him, Huck.

Tell him I don't wind about the piece.

I'm sorry about your cat.

I reckon we've been
sharing a room too long.

Can't believe that little brat outfoxed me,

and now Becky's timepiece is gone for good.

And what about your cat?

So what if it's a mummy?

One dead cat's as good
as the other I suppose,

and those are right easy enough to come by.

You sure are taking this well, Huck.

That was your pride and joy.

Well, pride,

ain't never been too
much of use to me, Tom.

I come from, well you
know where I come from.

Pride just gets in

the way of things, blinds you.

Sometimes gets you humbled.

It ain't that simple, Huck.

I reckon it probably ain't,

'cause without it I'm an empty sack.

Becky weren't right.

It ain't my master.

It's just a part of me.

Why'd you sign away my scheme, Huck?

With Sid!

I didn't knowed about your scheme, Tom.

You didn't tell me about your scheme.

He said we need to make this legitimate

and it's my collateral. - I know, I know.

It's not your fault, Huck.

He just knows me too well.

That Sid.

He knew I wouldn't talk to
you about my scheme 'cause,

'cause I need to show it off.

And I underestimated him, that's for sure.

I won't make that same mistake again.

Just like I won't be
betting away anything else

that don't belong to me on a gimme neither.

I'm sorry, Huck.

Was Becky right, Huck?

You only got a master
if you serve it, Tom.

Well don't you gotta
serve some thing's in life?

You think Becky will ever speak to me again

or we done courting for good?

I don't think you have to worry about

Becky Thatcher now, Tom Sawyer.

Now, when you gonna tell
me about this new scheme

your cooking up to get
back what's ours from Sid?

Now I am glad you say
that, Huckleberry Finn,

'cause I do get a new plan a-brewing, sure,

and it is a good one, but of course,

this time we can't take
nothing for granted.

We gotta be smart and not cocky.

That was a skimmer, Tom.

It's all just an understanding
of the physics, Joe.

And master the physics, master the world.

Nah, that weren't
nothing Joe. Watch this.

I think
Hucky's got you beat, Tom.

You blind, Joe Harper?

You knowed mine went further, Tom.

Why you making a fuss?

Huck, you mullet-head.

The measure ain't the
distance, it's the form.

'Sides, I gotta get two or
three more skips outta my toss.

On account of the physics, like I said.

You're supposed to
control the physics, Huck,

that's the game.

You're making up the
rules as you want them,

not as they be, Tom!

That ain't so, Hucky.
Everybody knows that.

Tell him, Joe.

How's that, Tom?

Tell Huck it's the form you grade.

Well honest Tom,

I don't know hardly nothing
about this business of

physics and stones skipping,
least of which how to grade it.

But seems to me though Tom,

that Huck's got the more logical point.

Ha! Your face, Tom!

Yeah Joe, save the logic for those of us

that's got it in spades, huh?

Look any chucklehead can
throw their arm outta socket

and get good distance,
but the form of the skips,

the dance of the stone on the water.

That's the real game.

Well, I reckon you do make a good point-

Joe, you fair weather-

Now y'all put me in a mighty awful spot.

I told y'all I don't know
nothing about this business.

Well, what d'you look
for when you skip, Joe?

The distance, like a real Missourian,

or something highfaluting like form?

Well, I can't say I go for nothing, Huck.

You mean you ain't
never thought about it?

I mean I ain't done it, Tom.

I ain't never skipped no stone!

Well Joe!

Stone skipping's right
up there with mumbly peg

and swimming for best summers pasttime

in all St. Petersburg.

I can't believe you missed out.

Well I can't stand it.

What you at there, Tom?

About time you got an
education in stone skipping, Joe.

Step one is find the right stone.

Won't just any stone do?

No way, Joe.

Get the wrong stone you might as well be

chucking Becky Thatcher in the water.

Get about the same distance.

Well actually, Huck,

so long as you go by what the physics want

most rocks will skip some,

even a humongous rock if
you throw it hard enough.

But, for the absolute
most impressive results

the human arm can get,

certain kinds are the best.

See, here.

A nice stone with a flat
edge and a round base.

Now, in order to make her skip,

there are two major factors
to consider when dealing with

an optimized stone like this one.

Number one's the angle
and rotation of how I throw it.

Number two, the angle
at which it hits the water.

Theys others factors
too, like its size and mass,

and the condition of the water surface.

But, with a stone like this one

you can kind of take
those things for granted

on a nice day today.

Now let's talk it through as we go.

Number one, the angle at
which the stone is thrown.

See, how you throw it
directly impacts two things

that are important in
getting a stone to skip.

It creates the momentum, or
the mass in motion of the stone,

and it also affects the
second major factor,

the angle at which the
stone hits the water.

Now, you see how I got
my arm cocked and loaded?

Yeah, looks like you're
gonna pull something, Tom.

Yeah, that so's I can fling it side arm.

The other important part
is how I hold the stone.

Now you see how I got it wedged

between my thumb and index finger,

how I got my index
finger wrapped around it?

That's so's when I let it go,

let it roll off the tips of my fingers,

it puts the stone in a natural spin.

Now let's throw it

and I'll show you how
it skips in actuality,

thanks to mastering the physics.

Watch
it with them stones, boys!

See, thanks to the principle

of the conservation of momentum,

the stone doesn't lose
momentum from the throw

when it collides with the water.

Now all that momentum's gotta go somewhere.

So if you look real close Joe,

you could have seen that when the stone

hit the water in the first skip,

it actually entered the water for a hair.

But thanks to all that
momentum I gave it with my throw,

it created a gully or a cavity in the water

that the stone then slings itself out of.

Then it's pitch angle out of the cavity

creates a lifting force
which causes the stone

to skip along and repeat
the process all over.

Now as the stone
continues this over and over,

it slowly loses its momentum
and it eventually sinks.

But if you take all them factors

I told you about in consideration,

you get a mighty whole lot of skips

before it sinks for good.

Makes sense?

The give her a try, huh, Joe?

And make sure you try for form.

No Joe, ain't no way to master physics.

You can't outsmart a good
honest throw for distance.

All right, now, you can relax some.

You ain't out here scaring crows are you?

What form!

What a distance

What did I do?

What did I say about them stones?

What did I tell you?

Master the physics master the world.

Master! I didn't mean to do that, Tom!

I didn't mean to beliger old Porkchop Maw.

Look, only physics we can control now

is how fast we make tracks!

They're getting closer together

and this is the third load already.

Your pa can't do nothing about this, Becky?

Judge Thatcher's made it pretty clear

he's got more important
pots on the stove, Irma.

But these traps are against the law.

He says the populists are coming

and bringing change with them.

He says one of these days soon

judges will be elected like the president

and not appointed. by the
governor like they are now.

He says not everybody can
see it coming but he can.

Is your pa running for president, Becky?

No, he's just afraid
of offending the people

who could have the
power to take away his job.

He doesn't wanna underestimate
the voice of the populists

'cause it could be at his peril.

See people talk and that talk can get teeth

and he and the district
attorney just wanna focus on

that which will make good talk and not bad.

And stopping illegal trappers

ain't big enough to help good talk.

That sounds like fiction to me.

Ain't enough populists
about these parts to bring

any kind of change like that, my pa says,

They's only gotta voice
up in the Yankee states.

Well that's not what Judge
Thatcher believes, Gwen.

Sure sounds like he's
running for president.

I suppose politics is politics, but,

for now we're on our own.

Well I suppose not entirely on our own.

Wouldn't that be something?

What are
thank you talking about?

Sorry, was I just thinking?

I was just thinking an animal Congress.

A what?

An animal Congress.

Like how we got your
pa to enforce the laws,

well most laws, and how we
got the sheriff and the bodies

of the government, who work
together, so we the populous-

- Populist, Irma.
- Can all live without fear

like we had in the Old Testament days.

We know what society is.

But wouldn't that be something?

If all the dogs could smell
out all the traps like Dash

and spread word amongst the other critters,

like a real democratic society.

To live in your silly head.

Why waste breath them
such ridiculous fancy-

There'd be a lot less for
us to do. What's ridiculous?

Folks couldn't always
talk. We had savage times.

What's to say that
critters won't one day too?

Irma, not only is that impossible

why, it's downright heretical.

Okay, will you two stop that balderdash!

It seems like neither of
you know anything to me.

I mean animals may not
speak English, or French,

or dead Latin, but they still speak.

Any silly body should know that.

Now how so, Becky Thatcher?

Won't you learn us poor old ignoramuses?

Okay. What do you two
think Dash is doing right now?

He found a trap, of course.

Right.

And he's telling us that
he found the trap, ain't he?

Why, that's a crook, Becky Thatcher.

Right, that don't count.

Well he's still communicating, ain't he?

And that ain't even the only way.

Look at his nose.

From the other animals
that have left their scent there

Dash can tell all kinds of things.

He can tell between the different people

and critters that have been there.

And he can even tell
specific things about them,

like whether they was male or female

or what time of day they passed.

He can even tell emotions in those scents.

Like whether any of them
was anxious or afraid.

Really?

All that?

Good boy.

Is that it? Sight and smell?

Hardly.

Listen.

What?

Don't you hear them?

Someone talking?

Yeah.

The birds.

Oftentimes the noise that the animals make

mean just as much to
them as talking does to us

Even more when it's Irma.

Birds call and sing just to
keep in touch with one another

or to warn of danger
or to let each other know

when they've found food.

They even use it for courting.

Other animals use it like
ways, like monkeys, frogs, bats,

even insects like
crickets and grasshoppers.

And of course,

dogs.

You mean some animals can talk

by vibrating their bodies?

Yep. Spiders
do with their spiderwebs.

And through touch?

Yep.

Especially when they're
learning to be social

like a dog or cat playing

or ants leading one another to food.

And even through electricity?

I didn't even
know electricity was real.

Yep.

Eels communicate with one another

and learn more about the world around them

through the electrical
charge they got in their bodies.

I don't know, maybe they
talk in a manner of saying,

but you're really think an animal like that

can speak to us in a complex enough way

for it to count as talking?

Why, Gwen, look at the professor now.

Having himself a mighty conversation.

Underestimate them at your peril. Dash!

Dash.

Here, Dash!

I said, "Dash!"

Sorry, thought I saw-

Becky!

I'm fine, I'm
okay. I just, I can't move.

My leg is pinned.

Hold on, Becky, we're
gonna find you help. Hold on.

Dash!

Dash, no! - What's the use?

What?

That dumb mutt just
took off after a squirrel.

No.

Becky, I told you, just,

we're gonna find you
something to get you out of-

Yeah. We're on it, Becky.

He's chasing that
squirrel good, ain't he?

No, I don't think he is. I
think he found something.

What?

Well, can you just
see what he has to say?

Becky, I told you.

Now we're the ones you
should be listening to and

please just try to be-

Um, Gwen!

Wrap this around you,
Becky, we'll pull you up.

Hey, hi!

Becky. Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

I think it's twisted,
but I'll be all right.

Maybe done trap busting for the day.

Who found this rope?

And I promised as long
as you kept up your studies,

I'd guarantee your education.

And I have.

United States Military Academy
at West Point New York, Tom.

A full academic scholarship
for the next four years.

I've also arranged for
your graduate studies

following your time at West Point

at the University of Missouri where,

as long as you keep up
your marks, you'll study law.

Now Tom. Surely of all
people you aren't speechless?

I'm sorry sir. I'm just...

Thank you. I won't take this lightly sir.

I have no doubt.

Now another matter is your
18th birthday and your trust.

Come on in, Huckleberry
Finn. This affects you, too.

Now, I know you boys
have both grown accustomed

to payments from the trust I started

from that treasure you both
found all those years ago.

Now that you're both turning 18,

the terms of your trust
offer you some options

and I reckon it's only
right for you to learn them.

You always have to make
a decision for yourself.

Now, you keep everything of the trust as is

and you'll still receive a
modest allowance which

won't be enough to live off of,

but will certainly afford you

plenty of additional comfort and security.

Or you can, however, otherwise decide,

to go ahead and take
the money out of the trust

in one lump sum, which you
could then use to buy a home,

start a business or whatever you'd like,

but then that'd be it.

The trust would be gone.

Now Tom, with your expenses
taken care of at West Point,

I'd highly recommend
keeping your trust in place.

Perhaps even deferring your weekly payments

while you're in school to
increase your investments.

I was about to tell you, Judge,

and that decision is set sure.

All right. So, Huckleberry.

Have you thought about your future?

Now Huck, I know you, both of you,

seen an awful lot of adventure
and an awful lot of life.

A body has to admit I'm
both admirous and jealous.

But your time as boys is dusking up.

You'll be men soon.

Now Huck, Tom has an impressive itinerary

ahead of him the next few years.

We've just been going over his plan.

I ain't never seen no Tom
Sawyer without a plan, sir.

Of course, it's in his nature.

What about yours, Huck?

What's your nature?

How's that?

What d'you want outta life, Hucky?

I'll take the lump sum, Judge.

Now Huck, are you sure, son?

I don't wanna owe nothing to nobody sir.

The widow Douglas, she
took me in and kept me

and civilized me up and
taught me religion and,

I'm mighty grateful and I reckon I owe her

for all that room and board and kindness.

I reckon I can spare
what's left of the treasure

to set her up nice.

Why, Huckleberry Finn.

That's a mighty swell thing to do.

Why, it's a bully of a thing!

But what about you? Have you
seen to adequate occupation?

I can hardly spend what
you give me as it is, Judge,

and I've got enough saved up
to make my own way for a while,

a long while, so, I reckon I already got

the right occupation for me.

Now Huck, you ain't got no occupation.

Tom, the fishes gonna catch they selves?

The watermelons gonna eat they selves?

The air out there gonna breathe itself?

Huckleberry,
those ain't occupations.

That's just taking up space.

Sounds like a right noble
occupation to me, Judge.

Not that I judge a body
with amphibian, mind you.

Ambition. - Like Tom here.

Why, Tom's gonna be president one day

or some far flung sheik with wives a-plenty

like he always says,

and that's good for Tom
and all the talkers like him.

And we need them to keep the economy going

and the world populated.

What with all them wives.

But I figured there's competition enough,

and those as happy
with their circumstances,

well, we oughtn't and go and changing them

just 'cause we're supposed to.

It don't make sense to me, Judge.

You remember my pap, sir?

I do.

Well, sir, my pap, he was a bad man, sir.

A social parasite.

If he could amount to even half what I am,

fishing and eating polite
and minding my own keep,

well, it'd be a miracle.

Maybe this life ain't
good enough for a Sawyer,

but, it's more good enough for a Finn.

How's a body argue with that?

- Look, it's Tom Sawyer.
- Your train leaves out

Monday, Tom?

That's right. But we still
got the weekend plans.

I think Joe and them should already

be out down at Jackson's Isle,

and once we get into more respectable duds

we oughtta do the same.

- Four years in New York, huh?
- Hello, Mr. Sawyer.

Well, I'll be back
and forth though, Huck,

and then I'll be back in
Missouri for law school.

There he is! - But not for good.

How d'you know that?

Because you're Tom.

I guess this is the end of an era, Huck.

Are you really just gonna

cash out next week and
then sit around and do nothing

for the rest of your days?

I reckon so, Tom.

Well I don't understand it.

You never have, Tom.

But I can't believe you've give up

on all that adventuring.

You're the adventurer I've
just tagged along time to time.

You catch some adventures like fleas.

And you don't?

Huck, what about a few summers back

when you went off with Jim down river

and had all kinds of adventures.

Like those feuding families
and the duke and the king

and their Royal Nonesuch Show?

All coming at you like
you was a magnet, Huck.

You can't repel that glory forever.

Now that was different,
Tom. Them had to be had.

Jim's life was on the line.

And when we trapped that rascal Holden

who ransacked the town or when we saved

Uncle Silas from the hangman,

all them adventures
they had to be had, Tom,

'cause the stakes were real.

Ain't no sense in adventuring for nothing.

Hi Tom.

You're attracting all
commerce today, ain't ya?

Well, it's just account of that article

on me in the Dispatch.

Oh right. - Hi Tom.

Got 'em comin' out of the
woodwork, though, don't it?

That is what you're after.

There are three forts on
the isle. One for each team.

Protect your flag. Capture theirs.

Win the game.

Joe.

Captain of the Greens
has been recognized.

What are we supposed
to do? Climb the tree?

I'd like to see you try.

Captain of the Reds
has not been recognized.

Is that so, Tom?

Will the captain of the Greens

please address the
neutralizing officiant only?

Yeah. Scurry on up there.

You think I can't?

Captains, please!

I said I wanted to see, is all.

He doesn't think you can do it, Becky.

Irma, you're not even a captain.

Fine.

Whoa!

As the captain of the
Reds has demonstrated,

flags can be retrieved
with magic magnet wands.

Tom will distribute one

to each of the captains of the teams.

Want me to explain it, Hucky?

Ain't really magic, no, it's just-

A magnet. I learned this one, Tom.

See there's this naturally
occurring thing called magnetism

and it's something you can't
see but you know it's there.

And it comes about because some materials

have unique properties that create

what a feller calls magnetic fields.

Magnets, they're made up by folks

to use magnetism to their advantage.

And these made magnets have
their very own magnetic fields

which folks can make
by giving them different,

what they call poles, north and south.

These poles, repel poles that are alike

and attract ones that ain't.

They can also act on a
distance with other materials

like metal, iron, steel, brass, copper.

They're all attracted to magnetic fields,

and magnets are weak and
strong and in between, like,

like most things I reckon.

And a magnet with a
strong enough magnetic field,

why, it'd rip a metal
flag right off the tree.

Yeah. Wow.

I think that earns you
wand duties today, Hucky.

Really, Tom? I thought the captain-

All right.

Greens.

Blues.

You have 10 minutes to set
your forts before we start.

All right, real strategists like us

oughta scout their defenses
fore we move towards a capture.

So Ben, Wimp, you're with me.

Huck? - Yeah, Tom?

All right, stay back
and outta sight, all right?

Want me to just do nothing?

I thought that's what you like to do.

There!

Damn, we're spotted.

We better tag them before
they make it back to their fort!

Tom, you want me to...

Tom?

Tom!

Ben?

Wimp?

Must be the competition.

Gotcha you!

Bilgewater!

I say, do my poor old,
tired, Royal eyes deceive me,

my dear Duke?

Or is this our old mate, Huckleberry Finn?

Oh no!

"Thy place in council
thou hast rudely lost,

and the hope and
'spectation of thy time is ruin't,

and e'ry man prophetically
do forethink thy fall".

The words of King Henry
IV to his prodigal son, Hal.

That's supposed to be me, Majesty?

Why Huck, weren't we once your

most noblest and selfless keepers?

Why didn't me and the
king care for your every

ingrateful need and want
despite our royal blood

and years of gutter trash?

And yet, ye fled our charge the moment

our backs were turned
and we were indisposed.

Yeah, when you were tarred and feathered.

Hey! You watch you filthy mouth.

I'll never give up Jim.

Old Jim?

Why, we've been on his trail for years

with phony papers
claiming he's our runaway.

Oh, but Huck,

runaways is small business.

We're after something big.

If ya ain't taking
me to get to Jim, then,

why'd you take me?

We have him!

Holden!

In the chair.

Tie him nice and tight, Duke.

Prisoner!

Quick thinking, Becky.

All right, Sid has captured Gwen,

Wimp captured Irma,
and Becky's captured Tom.

Now, time out while the
prisoners are escorted

to the fort prisons,

and wait for my call to return in play.

Maybe prison will keep
you from leaving on Monday?

Becky, your pa made all the arrangements.

I know.

Good thing Huck still has the wand.

I thought the Sheriff
sent you down river?

He did 'cause of you.

Fortune found me, though, on the farm.

I was chained up with
these rum-barreled scags.

By the by, we gets to talking.

Seems we had a common history in you.

Made an escape and came to
the isle where I saw you last,

I knowed I'd run into you
sooner rather than later.

Your chicken's come home to roost, Huck.

You're gonna help us.

With what?

Getting rich.

I knowed this is your
best friend, right off.

We was tickled to find out
about his treasure though.

As much hassle he caused me,

taking that off his hands
is the least he could do.

And ain't no smarter way
to get at it than through you.

Tom's smart. He
ain't falling for nothing.

I knowed he's smart, he's done bested me.

You ain't nothing but gutter trash, boy.

Just like your pap.

Gutter trash that town
would care no hide nor hair

if you go a-missing.

Except for your one and only friend.

Who'll do whatever we want to save ya.

Come, boys.

Roundup Sawyer.

Let's get him cooperating.

I got a treasure, too!

Me and Tom, we found
it in a cave years ago.

The judge has been
keeping it for us in trust.

I'm due to get mine
out. Lump sum next week.

If, (sighs) if you'll just leave Tom alone.

Jim too.

I'll...

It's yours.

We'll be more than happy to take

that treasure off you Huck
Finn, right after we take Tom's.

Yeah, we won!

♪ See the conquering hero ♪

And the winner is Sid
Sawyer and the Blues.

♪ See the conquering hero come ♪

Sorry Tom, but it weren't on us.

Yeah, Huck just wandered off.

And he took the magnet wand with him.

What?

You ain't seen Huck?

Ain't no relying on him, Tom.

Probably got it in him to go
skip stones, or go off fishing,

or raft out down river.

I don't know about Huck,
leaving Us high and dry.

I'd wager he's upset
about your leaving, Tom.

I know a bunch of us are.

He'll be fine.

He'll cheer up and he'll
find you by morning, I'm sure.

It's his nature. But it's
best to just leave him be.

For now.

Stars are out. I say we've waited plenty.

Aye.

Aye.

Now grab Sawyer and bring him here.

Show him we got Huck and we mean business.

Give him two days to make the arrangements

and then we start sending body parts.

All right, we'll take
the pistol and lead out.

Is that really a two
man operation, I wonder?

What are you saying, Huck?

None of my business
to tell y'all professionals.

Seconded.

Now, now go on.

Well, Majesty, seems to me

if you're just frightening old Tom,

he'd come easy to see
about me if I was in trouble.

You ain't need both royals out on the job,

so why would Holden
wanna send both you out?

Unless...

Oh! - Enough!

He's just trying to turn us on each other.

Hold on now. Huck, you go on and finish.

Well now, you had to capture me.

I could have been dangerous,

or could have runned or fought back.

So you sent two of 'em,
which I reckon is sensible.

But, now that you got me,

why would you wanna send two
people just to scare someone?

It makes a body wonder, I reckon.

Makes a body wonder about intentions, why,

while y'all are off scaring Tom,

what's stopping Holden from
taking me somewhere else?

Scaring Tom on his own and, and,

and taking both our treasure for hisself.

Now shut it!

He's trying to turn us on each other.

Naughty boy, Huck Finn.

Keep it up and you'll be
early to your own funeral.

I done had two. By now I'd be late.

Since y'all ain't seen St. Pete yet,

let's go over the back
way to Sawyer's again.

Of course, this gives the royals

a mighty opportunity as well.

Now Huck, what did we say?

What now?

Never mind.

Y'all are just gonna think

I'm turning you all against one another.

You two and go get that boy without me,

you might keep him for
yourselves, cut me out?

But Holden, you still have Huck.

You'd have half the treasure!

Except there's two of
you and only one of me.

You might get the drop on me.

And don't forget they
still got those phony papers

that say they own Jim.

You do.

Now Jim is our play, Holden.

Yeah, we've been after him for years.

I thought we were still partners?

Yes we are, but-

Gimme them papers!

You've got those papers.

We ain't going nowhere tonight.

Can one of you trust
the other one to go alone?

Huh. I reckon we ought
to get caught comfortable.

Huck. Why didn't you
come home last night?

I took him and, smack!

And I broke every bone in his body.

Now this rig was based
on ancient York catapults,

but I modernized the release.

You really built such a contraption?

Yep, I told you. Traps
and devices are my specialty.

How do you crank this thing up?

Okay, now, see here, Holden,
if you can rig such a thing,

why don't you just booby trap the boy?

Aye, that'll keep you from trying to flee

while all three of us are gone.

That's a thought now.

Could all get Sawyer and get him out here.

That boy wouldn't never
mind saying no to us.

Pistol!

Now we're gonna talk about a new plan.

It barely ain't got one round in it.

We rush him, he can't get a one of us.

Only one of us?

Dang. He ain't got the guts.

It ain't in him. - No, no!

Oh!

You're just putting off
the inevitable, Huck!

Ain't nobody coming for ya!

Tom!

Look boys, he's come by parcel.

Tom, the pistol's empty. Run for it!

I don't need no pistol.

I reckon you should ya
shoulda brought an army!

Gosh. Wish I'd have thought of that.

Hands up! - Oh, shucks.

I reckon I did! - Come on out.

Hands up. Got marksmen on all sides.

Got you dead to rights.

Make a move towards the
boy or the barn and we'll shoot.

That them, Jim?

Yeah, that's them. That's them.

We come running for you, Huck.

♪ See the conquering hero comes ♪

♪ Sound the trumpets, bang the drums ♪

♪ See the conquering hero comes ♪

♪ Sound the trumpets, bang the drums ♪

Bully for Tom Sawyer.

Vanquisher of vandals!

And conqueror of conspiracies!

Town's gonna miss you, Tom.

Just the town?

Now Tom Sawyer, are you
asking me to wait for you?

I am.

Well that's a double
binding contract, Tom.

I'll be constant, Becky.

But four years is a long time.

But I'd like to see us try.

Sheriff's just made
the arrangements boys.

Those vandals y'all nabbed will be heading

back down the river this weekend.

We even snatched their phony papers.

My word, we'll do our best to add

20 years to their sentences.

Yeah, you said it, Judge.

What a send off, Tom.

Well, I'm glad to hear
justice will have it's day, Judge.

Did you hear how Tom
outfoxed those varmints?

I heard he took on all three himself.

Disarmed them then and there.

It was mighty fisticuffs, I heard.

But big brother was
ready for the challenge.

Saved the town the
expense of a third funeral

for poor Huck Finn.

Really? That how it was, Tom?

Well now, Judge-

Bully it was, Judge.

Tom came in fists a-blazing.

Took out all three of them himself.

I was just trapped and helpless, but,

Tom was a white knight hero coming home.

That weren't the way it was, Huck!

Sure it was, Tom.

Now Huck, you can't hide
from all the glory forever.

Why, in the history books side-by-side,

it will always be Tom
Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn.

Sure it will be, Tom.

Now Tom, I tried
to find you this morning.

I want you to meet this here fellow.

Pleasure.

This newspaper man outta San Francisco

saw your write up in
the St. Louis Dispatch.

Name's... Clemens.

I'd like to talk to you, Tom,

about publishing your life story.

My life story?

Well, I bet "The
Adventures of Tom Sawyer"

could be a bestseller.

Wow.

Look like maybe you outgrown

sleeping in barrels, Huck Finn.

You know me, sir?

Aye, Clemens. I'm a newspaper man.

Came in town to talk to Tom Sawyer.

Oh.

Heard a lot of tales
since I've been here.

Tales from Judge Thatcher, from Aunt Polly,

Tom's Aunt Polly.

Seems like every adventure
Tom Sawyer has ever been on,

right there by his side's
been Huckleberry Finn.

Then,

then I talked to Jim Watson.

You talked to Jim?

Seems like you've had quite
a few adventures yourself.

You'll do right, writing about
Tom. I ain't no adventurer.

I just wanna keep out of trouble.

Well Tom, Tom's one's
meant to be written about.

He's a big talker.

And big talkers, they can't
write their own stories.

They haven't the patience,
nor the inclination.

And big talkers, they're the
ones people wanna read about.

And big talkers, they sell a lot of books.

Sometimes they tell the truth,

most of the time they stretch it a little.

And they shape policy and culture

because what they're
selling is simple and easy.

Even the most self-righteous
folks don't realize

they're getting fooled.

But small talkers,

Well, world don't want them,
but the world needs them.

They give the world perspective, honesty.

Both sides a little right
and both sides a little wrong.

Nuance, the shades of
gray that make up this world.

They keep the tyrants out
of power and out of favor

in the public opinion, whose nature, both,

is otherwise inclined.

Now maybe Tom Sawyer's
story needs to be told,

and maybe I'm the one to tell it.

But "The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn?"

Well, that's a story only you can tell.

I ain't never told no stories.

No?

Hmm.

That's interesting.

How'd you know?

I didn't write by my real name.

Even mailed it without
an address for a return.

The more I learned about
you the more clear it become.

You're a good friend, Huck.

And you got a promise of words too.

Maybe be too good. That
got me in a lot of trouble.

That also brought me here.

Now the whole world's gonna know about

Tom Sawyer, your best friend.

You ever think about getting serious

and writing your own
stories up, you let me know.

Mark Twain?

I don't write by my real name, neither.

Huck, you coming down
for breakfast this morning?

After a while, Ms. Douglas.

I thought I might work a piece

and build up some appetite.

Well, Polly told me that
Tom made it to school.

That he's doing well. He's making friends.

That's Tom's nature.

Well, as
many letters as he sent you,

I really reckoned he weren't.

That's Tom's nature too.

You know, Huck, I just want
you to know how proud I am

that you changed your mind on that trust.

You keeping me company
here, that is payment enough.

And, you know, it does a body good

to see you with such ambition!

Bully for you, Huck.

Well, I reckon now
you know about me, and Tom,

and Jim, Becky, and Sid, and Joe,

and Mr. Mark Twain and all the rest.

And maybe now you're satisfied
after all these adventures.

I know Tom Sawyer ain't,

but I reckon Tom Sawyer never will be.

So I guess I ain't neither.

'Cause no matter where Tom Sawyer goes,

no matter where I go,
it's just like Tom said,

in the history books, in life,

side-by-side, it'll always be

Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn.