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Yippee-yi-yo-kay-yay, galloping all the way, here comes quick draw the draw.

Kellogg's, the best to you each morning, from Kellogg's. Yippee-yi-yo-kay-yay,

galloping all the way, great big star on his chest.

I'm draws all around, fast as gold in the west.

Yippee-yi-yo-kay-yay, riding around the way, here comes quick draw the draw.

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morning

Oh, Hoggy!

Dad! Dear old Dad!

Welcome home, dear father of mine!

Guess what I got for your birthday, sonny boy!

Whatcha got, whatcha got, whatcha got, whatcha got? Huh, Dad?

Whatcha got? A toy fox for you to chase!

What, again?

What do you mean, what again, my son, my son?

Well, you probably haven't noticed it, but I'm growing up, and I'm so ashamed.

But what's to be so ashamed?

Oh, boy, my age, chasing a toy fox, when I should be chasing a really fox.

But, boy, you're mine.

You know, puppies don't chase real foxes.

My ears are tied.

I don't know a word you say, dear old dad.

What am I gonna do with this stubborn... Can I, can I, can I, can I?

Kid. Just one measly old fox dead.

I'll chomp him and bite him and bite him and chomp him. All right, all right. And

bite him. I give up. And chomp him. I surrender.

And bite him. Okay, go ahead. And chomp him. Go ahead, bite him, chomp him. Go

ahead and chase the fox.

But remember, I want you home in time for dinner.

Oh, thank you, you kind, generous big daddy.

Tally-ho, Daddy-o!

He might as well learn the hard way.

All my instincts and my out-stinks tell me there's a really fox around here.

I couldn't get a chicken, so I'm making some chicken feather soup.

This old feather pillow should tickle my palate.

Feather your soup, or is it feather your prop?

That's a malaprop if I ever hide one.

I'll give this soup a sip.

The feathers tickle my stomach.

Funniest soup I ever tasted.

I'll chomp him and bite him.

I never thought starving could be such fun.

Oh, boy.

A really fox.

Something is chomping on my tail.

And that could be the end of me. And for some reason, I'm going bye-bye.

And we're a swim in the lake.

We better have a look here.

What do you know?

a middling-sized dog-type puppy, slightly drowned.

Have you had enough, really, Fox?

Or you want I to chop you some more?

There seems to be no gratitude in this latitude.

So back you go.

Children should be seen and not heard.

Or is it heard and not seen?

Oh, well.

Well,

looky who dropped in for a bite.

Drop in again sometime.

I don't think it hasn't been fun because it hasn't.

Hey,

you really old fox.

I'm going to trap you and bite you.

This kid's getting too far away. So, I'll leave him behind.

I'll beach him in Miami.

That kid needs a good tanning anyway.

Yipe!

Well,

what do you know?

The return of the swallow.

This is for the birds, so I better fly.

that hungry hound. Ouch!

That's what I think.

Look who's riding my caboose.

I just have to crack the whip on this pipsqueak.

And away I go.

Any not all in a storm, I always say.

One good thing about this kid, he's still got his baby teeth. Ouch!

Oh, no.

This kid's got to go.

So, I'm leaving.

That should have done it.

But I guess it didn't. The kid's still putting a bite on me.

I guess I'll have to shake you loose.

I'll twist you loose.

This boy don't know when he's beat. So beat it, will you, boy?

Play dead.

That's a good doggy.

Now, it's speed I need.

of the magic wine.

So you got to divide the dinner among me.

Or is it among I?

No matter. Take me home. You caught me fair and square.

What more can I ask?

Well, that's quite a puff you got there, Pop.

Pass me the pepper, or I'll assault you with these peas.

Yes, sirree.

That's quite a...

Picturesque as the old riverboats may have been as they turned their way

through the muddy waters of the Mississippi, their passengers

nevertheless fell prey to the crooked gamblers who plied their trade in its

gilded salons.

What have you got, sir?

Gosh, I got four aces.

Too bad, sir.

Because I, sir, have five aces, sir.

There you are, sir.

Guys, beginner's luck.

You are watching Bold Weevil, gambler and river pirate at work.

Aye.

He has a bold plan up his sleeve to rob the passengers of the Memphis Queen, the

very boat he's riding on, this very night. Aw,

you big snitch.

This is no idle riverboat gambler, you see here, with his faithful companion,

Baba Louie, but the famous Quickdraw McGraw, river agent, posing as one.

But Quickdraw, how you know what bold weevil has up his sleeves?

Because bold weevil is not the only one with something up his sleeve.

You're loaded, Quixotero. I don't think you need me.

Are you forgetting, Bubba Louie? I do the thinnin' around here.

Anyone care to join me in a game of chance?

I cares to.

He said it, not me.

Name your steaks, stranger.

Steaks?

All the same to you, I will have a T-Bone, medium raw.

T-Bone?

You're no gambler, sir.

Who are you, sir?

He's Quickster Omegraw, the river agent in disguise.

Pretty sneaky, don't you think?

Yep, that's I, all right.

Now, sir, what bold plan have you got up your sleeve, bold

weevil, sir?

Here, sir.

Take a look, sir.

Yes, sir.

Ouch, sir.

Two can play at that game, sir.

Take that.

Don't you think we should quit while you still got eight quicks to roll?

No, I don't think so.

This'll get him.

Take that, sir.

about Quick Straw.

He's got a lot up here. No brains, just an empty lot.

All right, Weevil. You asked for it. Now take this.

One thing you gotta admit, Bubba Lulu, he can take it.

Gentlemen, it's time for the holdup.

I mustn't keep the passengers waiting.

What foolish thing we do now, Quiggstraw?

Don't rush me.

I will think of something.

Quiggstraw, look!

Bull Weevil is sticking up the peoples in the lounge.

Relax, Bubba Boy.

I'm gonna crush...

me sirs by dropping your valuables in my hat and kindly oblige

me by putting up your hands bold weevil sir and what if i don't

sir

Mud, sir.

River agent, sir.

Don't you think Mud is a funny name, Quigsdrop?

No, I do not think so.

You know, I don't think so either.

Thank you for the loot, sirs.

This time, I shall flatten him with this...

the Mardi Gras, and some jolly fun.

I think he look awful thin to me.

Not only am I fast with a double barrel,

New Orleans.

The Mardi Gras and some jolly fun.

What else?

Right, Bold Weevil, sir?

You are right, River Agent, sir.

I think I'm gonna like this jolly fun. I think.

Jumping barrel jumpers, Blab. Guess who's back in town to plague us?

The man from the finance company?

No, Weiss. Only the greatest shoplifter of them all.

Quick change, Quentin.

Rumored in vicinity of Grumble's department store.

Super Snooper Detective Agency.

One other sale, we fill the jail.

Snoop speaking.

Super Snooper. Top shameless in the business.

It's a pleasure to watch him work.

What? Oh, yes, Mr. Grumble. I'll be right over.

What did I tell you?

Someday, I want to be just like him.

Quick change button. Is that all right, Blab? Grumble saw a big customer

changing to a baby.

A baby?

Yeah. Only one thing wrong.

The baby was smoking a cigar.

Gosh. A cigar?

This must be the place.

It's a pleasure working with you, Snoop. What a sense of humor.

Hold it, Blam.

Do you see what I see?

Croesus, it's Snooper.

Isn't he a little too young to be smoking cigars, Snoop?

They spotted me, so I better change out of this outfit.

And change into the floor walker.

Halt! In the name of the Private Eye Chowder and Marching Society!

I still think that baby was too young to smoke.

And you're too old to be that dumb. Come on.

Thank you.

Bye. What a handsome looking chap.

Quick change, Quentin.

Your shoplifting days are over.

Take that. And that.

And this.

Now off with the phony disguise.

Whoops. You're the real Far Walker, aren't you?

Well, I'm certainly not Yogi Bear.

Then that must be quick change Quentin over there.

All I can say is, heaven help Mr.

Quentin.

Watch me make shoplifting history in the piano department.

My, what a grand baby grand.

A slight twist of the wrist.

And it's safely tucked under my shawl.

Did you see a sweet old lady with a baby grand piano under her shawl?

Keep away from me. Keep away.

It's only...

who smoked cigars and the old lady who shoplifted a piano.

That's Snoop. He's always ad-libbing.

I'll tell you what we'll do, Blab. You sneak around the back, and I'll sneak

around the front. And we'll surround them.

Gosh, Snoop. Even Sherlock Holmes was an amateur compared to you.

I always enjoy this kid's thinking.

I've searched every department.

And I can't even find... Blab!

And I want a fingerprint set, a private eye bag, and a pair of handcuffs.

Ho, ho, ho, ho.

And you shall have them all if you do Santa a little favor.

Hey, Snoop, Santa promised me a whole bag full of surprises if you'll drop the

case against Quick Change Quentin.

Whoever hired a Santa Claus during a July clearance?

That was Quick...

The kid with the cigar, the floor walker, the piano-pinching old lady, and

now Santa Claus.

What have you got to say for yourself?

I goofed.

That stoop-snope has got to go.

Going down, watch your step, sir.

What's your next move?

Two can play at this quick-change game, Blabber.

Observe. I'm observing, Snoop. A few dab strokes and viola, as the French say.

I change an elevator door into a safe.

You're a genius, Chief.

But how are you going to find quick-change Quentin?

Elementary, my dear Blabson. Watch.

Here's the money.

Hand it over, Snoop. And here's the fly.

If you want it, volley me into the safe.

Give me that dough.

The next change you make, Quentin, will be into prison stripes.

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Draw McGraw.