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morning

Hello? Snoop with Detective Agency.

We'd calm your fright if the fee is right.

Take baby pictures?

I'm afraid you have the wrong... You'll pay five grand thousand for baby

pictures?

Psst! Blab!

Yes, Snoop?

Dust off the old box camera.

We're gonna need it.

Gotcha, Chief!

Lady, you're talking to Snapshot Snoop, the pride of Tin Type Pan Alley. It'll

be a pleasure to glossy-print your baby button.

Snoop, baby pictures?

Right. The kind that develop into a five grand thousand feet.

See what that street sign says, Blab.

It says Banksy Boulevard and Scary Square.

And that's what I am, Snoop. A scary square.

What's to be scared?

What is a cuddly baby? There's bound to be peace and tranquilizers. Let's go.

Mr. and Mrs.

Evil J.

Scientist. This is the abode, Blab.

Yes.

Where are the baby phonographers?

Who is it, darling?

It's the baby photographer's darling.

Oh, good.

Where is the little scapegrace, madam?

He's taking his afternoon nap.

But I see he's waking up.

I'll let him loose.

Snoop! Snoop!

Uh, yeah?

I feel a display of craven cowardice coming on, Snoop.

Here comes our little pride and joy now.

Hey,

Snoop, look. He likes me.

Look, darling, isn't our baby clever?

Hey, that's my hat.

You gotta admit, Blab, the kids got you down pat.

Junior, show the photographers how you imitate a cute puppy dog.

Yes, it's a scream.

Pretty cute, Blab. Reminds me of a pooch I used to know on third eye.

Ouch! He also bites like him, too.

Blab, play with the kid whilst I set up the camera.

Okay, Snoop.

Gosh, maybe he's got toys and stuff.

Gosh, you must be a rich kid with your own soda fountain.

I think I'll join you in a little teeter-toot myself, Blab.

Say, what flavor you putting in there?

Wolfman extract?

Well, that's a new one on me.

Hey, I thought that one was for me.

I'll take a double scoop of mustachio ice cream.

What's all the excitement?

Plant for your wife. That's what's all the excitement.

Junior, you've been at the werewolf extract again.

Whoa. And you promised your daddy.

Whoa. Whoa.

Now go change yourself back or I'll take away all your cargoils. Whoa.

I'm sure he'll behave himself.

He loves those gargoyles.

Darling,

why don't they pose Baby with one of his pets?

Yes, it would be gruesome.

A gruesome-tosome ain't a bad idea, madam.

Vlad, pose the little trike with his pet.

Okay, Snoop. All right, Sonny. Get your pet, and we'll snap your picture.

Yikes!

Snoop, Snoop, it's a Crocodoodle. So what? He's a pet, so he's harmless.

Okay, Snoop.

Watch the birdie.

Blab, will you stop playing with the kids' toys?

Help, Snoop. He won't let go.

Oh, he won't, eh?

Well, there's only one way to handle a recalcitrant pet.

Let him have it on the nose with a rolled-up newspaper.

All right, you fugitive from a handbag, take that!

Mark!

Hi, Snoop! I am!

Help,

Lab!

Well,

there's nothing camera-shy about this crack.

Oh, look, the baby's taking pictures.

Oh, darling.

Can I be in it too, Snoop?

Oh. Oh.

Birdie. Of course, Snoop. A real family portrait.

I gotta admit, it makes for real togetherness-ness.

It was a pleasure photographing your little urchin for a fat fee.

Thank you, Sonny. Down the hatch.

Likewise, Snoop.

Hello? I was expecting your call.

Junior told me he changed you into werewolves. What do you mean,

werewolves? We still are.

It'll wear off in 30 days.

That's different.

Gosh, Snoop. What do we do in the meantime?

Use your head, that's what.

Hello? Snooper Detective Agency.

We specialize in wolf disguises. Snooper speaking.

Let's face it. Snoop's the greatest.

Right, folks?

The hills, folks.

It's the James boys.

Huh? Sounds like Augie.

Augie?

Augie! You called, favorite dad?

I did.

What's going on down there in the basement?

I'm making you a Father's Day surprise.

That's nice, Augie. That's nice.

But just try to make it a... Quiet surprise.

Oh, talk it out, Dad will be surprised when he gets this silent robot butler

for Father's Day.

He won't have to do a thing, except press this button and ask for what he

wants. I'll try it out.

Take poor old Poop Pop, his breakfast in bed.

Remember, Serves with a smile.

Get in the roundhouse, Mouse.

The cat can't corner you there.

Yeah. Huh?

What is it, Augie?

Good thing I'm dreaming.

or I'd be climbing the chandelier.

Help!

Help! Hoggy! I'm being attacked by a full-grown alarm clock.

He's no alarm clock, Dad.

He's your Father's Day surprise.

I'm surprised?

Now take it away.

But, Dad, you mean you don't want my present?

The robotler was gonna wait on you all Father's Day.

I'd be less than a father.

If I didn't go along with this robust butler.

Boggy boy, I think I'm gonna like this.

Whoa, let me have a couple of lumps.

Dad, you should have said lumps of sugar.

Son, when I make a boo-boo, I admit it.

Would you like some toast, dear old father?

I would, favorite son, but... Tell Mr.

Nuts and Bolts to skip the jokes and give it to me straight.

But, Dad, be reasonable.

He only did what you said.

Look, he's sorry.

He's trying to smile.

If that's smiling, what have I been doing all these years?

How about your morning bath?

What have I got to lose but make it snap?

Hogi! Hogi boy, turn him off!

Once he starts, you can't stop him, Dad.

Are you okay, Dad?

Maybe I was too hasty, son.

This feels kind of good.

Tickles, too.

about hanging me out to dry.

I know. I know. I said the wrong thing.

Now remember, this is the last time. And only because it's Father's Day.

You work it, Dad.

Hocus pocus and a bibbity bubbly.

Bring me a cigar and a morning paper on the doubly.

How about that?

An aluminum valet.

Here comes your obedient servant now, Papa mine.

Now be careful what you say.

Relax, son.

One false move out of that metal monster, and I'll get the can opener.

Okay, Robo, halt!

These are your orders for the day.

Father's Day, that is.

First, the cigar.

Then, the paper.

Then light it.

I mean, first the paper, then the cigar, then...

Dad?

Boggy? Yes, dear old dad?

We're turning this tin jalopy in on a new model.

Who you mean?

Yes. I just fired the butler.

But first, we gotta do a little cleaning up around here.

Get the dustpan and the broom.

It's oblivious that he's trying to butter me up.

Look there, Dad.

He's feeling sad.

If there's one thing I can't stand...

It's a lacrimose robot.

Okay, you can stay.

But first, get rid of the mess in this room here.

What did I say?

Oh, no.

Your next stopbuster is gonna be to use car lock.

I gotta admit one thing.

He's tidy.

I'm sorry, Robuddy.

I think you overdid it that time.

That's for sure.

Let me have that broom and dust.

Bam!

Dad, the control box is smashed. So what, son?

We're through with the mechanical man.

But he's not through with you, Dad.

Meaning what, my son?

My son?

He has to follow your last order.

Until I get a new control box.

Well, take your time, son.

After all, how many fathers are lucky enough to get a butler on

Father's Day?

Harken, friends, young and old, to the tale of a daring buccaneer bold.

Walker de Plank, that was his name.

Pirating gold, that was his game.

It is a living.

He sailed the seas in search of treasure.

Pillaging towns, he did it with pleasure.

What do you say we pillage that village?

All righty.

Pieces of eight and goblets of gold soon found their way to this pirate bold.

Hand it over.

It broke my heart to give up this gold goblet.

Why? Is it a family heirloom?

No. It was great to keep all razor blades in.

Is there no champion of higher rank who fears not this villain, Walker de Plank?

Where is this chicken champion?

But hark in the distance.

A sweet rendered song.

Our troubles are over. It's El Caban.

Oh, I'm a cowboy from old Wyoming.

That's why they call me Tex.

You! Help!

Sounded like a female woman yelling, you!

What's the matter?

Can't Ransom get his own girl?

You must save her.

And save her I will.

I'll ask you to come along, but I see you're tied up at the present.

I will test you. What are we standing on? On the floor. What else?

What holds the sails?

A kind of a telephone pole.

That's what.

What's a mizzen mast?

A mast that's mizzen until it's found.

What's a poop deck?

A poop deck is a... It's a... You two can have a conference if you wish.

It's a place for tire sailors who are pooped.

If you answer the questions correctly, you are hired.

It's all kaboom.

Shucks, ma'am. How did you recognize me in my disguise?

Excuse me while I change into my hero costume.

Hooray! On guard.

You better be on guard, mon soeur.

Touché. Oh, that's smart.

Say...

Master, Professor Lestick. Not old Scabbard Lestick. You know him. He

taught me all I know about dueling.

How about that?

I got a letter from him last week.

No. How is he?

Still as sharp as ever.

Hey,

that's a good one. Oh, come on. Knock it off, you guys.

How about me? I've got to be saved yet, you know.

talking to you the pleasure was all mine come on

with the sword i do with the pistol i shoot with the cap i

can do nothing since

i cannot take it with me neither will nobody else i dropped the match in

second powder i am like the dog in the manger yes

He blows up the gunpowder.

Give me that match, you imposter.

How many times do I have to tell you I am the hero?

I'm sorry, Quickstraw.

I'll go down and get the match and die.

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