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Brought to you by Kellogg's your best choice in cereals the best to you each

morning

Nothing like relaxing in your own backyard on a sunny day in a hammock

with a tall frosty lemonade.

Obviously, this character speaks my language.

This is the life.

Right, Buster? This is the life.

Even my echo's happy.

Oh, Augie.

Oh, Augie.

Bring me another lemonade.

Make that two lemonades.

What do you know? A double echo.

Echoes can be fun.

One, two.

Button my shoe.

Five, six. Pick up sticks.

You gotta admit, that's a pretty smart echo there.

Seventy. Where's the lemonade?

If there's anything I can't stand, it's a lemonade drinking crow.

Stow the chatter and bring on the lemonade.

Blow, you crow!

Not only does he drink my lemonade, but he even talks like me.

Think it over.

I can be a definite asset around here. I can dance.

I can do imitations.

Hello down there. This is Yogi Bear.

Okay, then. Let's play baseball.

Then you'd be a dodger.

Uh-oh.

Dad! Dad!

Crow-beating Dad, stop!

I just saw you clobber a crow.

But I'll give my son my son.

I missed him by a mile.

But you could have hurt him.

Uh-oh. This kid's a live one.

Ooh, he got me.

even muster feather.

Are you all right? Say something.

I'll be all right.

It's merely a flesh wound in the heart.

Believe me, my son, my son, he's only Shannon, and I'll prove it.

Don't let him clobber me again.

He's a monster.

Save me. Save me.

Well, do we nurse him back to health, or don't we, Dad?

Okay, my son, we nurse him back to health.

Killable son of mine. Now that that's settled, how's about it?

How's about what?

The lemonade, boy. The lemonade.

Oh, yes, sir.

Let's get on the ball here.

Remember, I'm a slick, slick crow.

Once upon a time, there were three little bears.

Oh, no. No, not that one. Read me something with a little action.

And speaking of action, what's with you, killer?

Getting tired? Come on.

Swing. Yes, sir.

Oops. I'm sorry, sir.

Did you see that?

He's out to get me. He's out to get me, I tell you.

Don't let him clobber me.

Save me.

Save me.

Dad. Yes, my son?

You better apologize.

What? To a crow?

Never. Okay, Stevan, I ain't proud.

Shake and I'll be anyway.

You know, for a crow, you're okay.

Put her there.

Ow!

Oh, my arm. He twisted my little arm. It was a judo cut. I know it. I'll never

fly again.

I'm ruined.

Dad. Well, I'll give my son.

I'm innocent.

Dad. But he's a faker. And you're a crow beater.

Hey, fellas.

I hope you realize that while you two are arguing, I need a lemonade refill.

Then I tell you what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna get it for you.

Try to keep the lemon pits out this time, killer.

Yes, sir.

Your old dad wants to be buddies.

I know, kid.

If there's one thing I'm suspicious of, it's that dear old dad that wants to be

buddies.

I'll mix some lemonade to end all lemonades.

A little red pepper.

Some chili powder.

A dash of mustard.

Hot sauce.

And a load of lemon pits.

Here you are, your majesty.

Give this one to me, little pal. Oh, no.

I knew it.

You put something in the drink.

Not my dear old dad.

Okay, okay.

I'll modify it by drinking it myself.

That's my dad talking.

He could have fooled me.

There's only one way to outsmart a crow.

You gotta outfox him.

Get it?

Hello,

little boy.

Your dad tells me you got a sick, sick crow on your hands there.

And who are you, folks?

Dr. Chirp.

And I'm strictly for the birds.

And from the looks of you, we'll have to operate right away.

Hold it.

I've never been sick a day of my life.

Aha!

I knew it. So long, fellas.

Then here's a bon voyage present.

Yikes!

Now

look what you did

to me whole family.

Hurry up with that lemonade.

Keep out the pits.

What service?

Step on it. We're sick, sick crows, you know.

A long cherished dream to unite the East with the West was finally realized when

the last railroad track was laid and the two trains met for the first time.

Hiya, Western Engineer.

Greetings from 23rd and Tide. Hiya, Eastern Engineer.

Greetings from Hollywood and Vine.

To celebrate this historic event, officials met to drive in.

The golden spike.

Drive in that terribly expensive golden spike, Eastern official, and we'll get

the train running.

I'll be glad to.

One for the money.

Two for the show.

Three to make ready.

And where did that golden spike go?

There it goes. Moose Caboo stole it.

When I cash in this golden spike.

Moose caboose will live fast and loose.

What's it say, Quickstraw?

It says, Railroad President, Ronald Roundhouse.

Might as well see what he wants.

Now, come in.

You sent for me?

Now, right.

We have got to get the choo-choo trains on the road.

But we can't do that without the Golden Spike.

That's why we sent for you.

Quick drum-a-grom all around.

Good guy.

Why don't you just get another golden spike?

Yeah, that's what I was going to say.

Because us railroad men have a one-track mind.

That's why we want that golden spike.

Then, boy, Casey Jones, you shall have it.

Good. And your reward shall be a lifetime pass for all our choo-choo.

And I shall cherish it to the end of the line.

And so it was that Quickdraw and his faithful sidekick, Baba Louie, set out

to give the nation its first transcontinental railroad.

Hey, Quickdraw, how we find these moose caboose?

Simple. I merely put my ear to the track and listen for the vibration.

Hey, that's pretty smart.

Quiet! I hear them coming from that way.

What we do now, Quickdraw?

Quit, I hope?

On the contrary.

I shall track him down in Abilene Town.

True to his word, the tenacious Quickdraw and his assistant, Baba Louie,

arrive in Abilene in search of Moose Caboose and the Golden Spike.

Hold on there, stranger. Have you seen anything of a bad guy hereabouts?

Which one?

We're all bad guys in Abilene.

Well, this here one had a stolen golden spike.

You mean Moose Caboose. Well, being a bad guy myself, I don't mind snitching.

He's getting partied up at the Polecat Barbershop.

Thank you, stranger.

I'm obliged.

He's in there all right, Bubbly.

What do we do, Quickstraw?

Assume one of my numerous disguises.

That's what.

Come on, barber.

I... hates to sit in barber chairs and fidget. Yes, sir. What is your pleasure?

Give me the works.

It'll be a pleasure.

Hey, I got soap in my eye.

I know, sir. Your long, thick, curly eyelashes need trimming.

How you hit the golden spike?

Simple. By centrifugal force, I'll spin him around in the barber chair.

The golden spike's bound to come out.

Centrifugal witch?

I'll show you. Watch.

Get going, barber.

Ready for the takeoff, sir?

Hey. Check this stuff off, Papa Louie.

One pistol.

One boot.

The other boot.

One set false tooth.

One knife.

One sword.

One small derringer. One golden spikes.

It's the golden spike.

The gold...

spike right moose caboose and i'm returning it to the railroad

me too

and when i come back it's the calaboose for you moose caboose

i'll take that spike quick draw

Don't pull a switch on him.

Hold on there!

Hey, Quickstraw!

I think we got him between second and third.

You gotta admit, a little fella knows his baseball.

Two for the show.

Three to get ready.

And... Ouch, my toe!

Oh, that's smorts. Oh, that's smorts. Oh, oh.

Oh, that's smorts.

in with Hazel, Snoop?

Right, Blab. I'll give her a jingle.

Snoop to Hazel. Snoop to Hazel.

Hazel to Snoop. Hazel to Snoop. What's new, Chief?

Hazel, I'm supposed to query you that question.

Hazel isn't too bright, but she's good to her parakeet.

So, like, what's new, Hazel? The zoo called and wants you to come right over.

Should I come over and help?

You know what happened the last time you went to the zoo, Hazel?

They kept throwing her in a cage.

It was very embarrassing.

Okay, Hazel. Over and out.

Okay, Blab. Make with the siren.

Oh, boy, Snoop. Thanks.

Go Push the Lion was our star attraction.

That's why we must have him back.

Otherwise, he could go shinny up a tree for all I care.

And, uh, you'll pay us 5,000 clam dollars to, uh, bring back this Project

Go Lion.

If that isn't enough, we'll throw in an old buffalo robe.

Not yet, you booby blab. Wait till we get in the car.

I'm sorry, Snoop.

Oh, taxi driver, may I prevail upon you to take me to Africa and hurry.

I'm going to dither to get there.

Sorry, sir, but this isn't a taxi cab.

Heavens to Murgatroyd.

I could have sworn you was a cab. Not the car, you.

With those ears, you look like a cab with the doors open.

I must be off.

Exit. Stage left.

How do you like that for an intelligent lion?

Yeah, reminds you of Snagglepuss.

Snagglepuss?

A couple of private eyes.

Send out to return me to the zoo.

Staff, in the name of the private eye summer school.

Methinks my trip to Africa will have to be filed under later business.

Meanwhile, I shall seek obscurity in the Adventurers Club.

What can I do for you, sir?

I'm a hunted lion, in sore need of refuge.

This is not a hotel, Mr. Lion.

Only members.

My, you are a lion.

Well, I'm not an old gnu.

Good heavens.

It's the private eyes.

Pardon me, sirs, but did any of you fugitives from a late lake shall see a

lion around?

There was a Ronald J. Lion, but he's not with us anymore.

He was jabbed by a jacaranda in Java.

Or was it a mongoose in Madagascar?

Well, I know a lion that's going to get his goose cooked in the Adventurers

Club. And whom may that be? Pray tell.

The only member with a lion's tail.

You, Snagglebuss.

Gads, I've been unmasked.

Exit upper stage right.

Going up?

You take the stairs, Blab. I'll wait for the elevator.

Right, Snoop.

Bye, Deadfears.

It's old Snagglepuss.

Bye, ditto.

It's a major.

Didn't I shoot you in this NBC?

Oh, no.

But I've been eaten off the mantle ever since.

By the way, how is Africa?

Africa is Africa.

The teachy flies are teaching, the veldt is veldting. Ain't it the truth?

By thunder, I've a challenge idea.

Why don't we pick up where we left off? Why not?

I've got a choice.

Good shell.

Ruddy good shell.

One incarnation.

Stop! and the limit of law.

Let's get on with it, Snagglepuss.

I think we got a poacher on our hands.

Oh, we have, have we?

I'll show him how we handle poachers in the Punjab. Keep your gun on him, sir.

He's dangerous.

Griggs, you're dangerous.

Run, Blab. He's flipped his pithy helmet.

It gets.

It's tea time. So it is.

What's going on, Snoop?

Search me, Blab.

Tea.

Brisk. Cream.

Lemon. Sugar.

Please. Jelly.

Ripping. How about a shot in the head?

Go start the motor, Blab, whilst I slip the handcuffs on this fugitive.

How dare you break traditional tea?

Heavens to Murgatroyd, leave us be gentlemen.

You may divide me equally among you. Here, one handcuff for you,

and one handcuff for you.

Exit, stage left.

Hazel to Snoop, Hazel to Snoop, come in, Snoop. Snagglepuss to Hazel, sorry,

but Snoopers having tea with Major.

Well, who are you?

If I told you, you'd think I was a lion, and you'd be right.

Ta-ta.

Let's go, Blab.

Yippee-yi-yo-ki-yay, galloping all the way, there goes Quickdraw McGraw!

Kellogg's, your best choice in cereals, the best to you, each morning has

brought you Quickdraw McGraw!

Yippee-yi-yo-ki-yay, galloping all the way, brain base are on his chest!