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With the completion of the first dam, much-needed water was harnessed to feed

the parched ranch lands of the Old West.

But as usual, lawlessness moved in to harass the settlers.

It's finished, boys.

Come and get your pay.

The first maverick what touches that goal gets led.

In a dynamite kaboom!

The chips were down. A fight to the finish between outlaws and law and

order.

Here's a good one. The sheriff is going after Dynamite Kaboom.

That is a hot one.

Sheriff! Oh, Sheriff, run for your life.

Why, Deputy, did the dam break?

No. Dynamite Kaboom is in town gunning for you. Where is the barman?

Here I am, and I'm gunning for you. Take this.

Water? Gee, thanks, Dynamite. I thought it was gonna be lead.

of what this town's gonna get when I dynamite the dam.

One big ker-splash!

The sheriff needed help, so he sent for... the highfalutinest, bestest

shootinest, Quickdraw McGraw.

Quickdraw, I sent for you because dynamite kaboom is gonna blow up the new

dam. Well, I don't mind a little rain once in a while, but one big ker-splash

I don't like.

might, Kaboom, for the sake of the settlers.

I sure will. And thanks for the $10,000 reward.

Now, who said anything about a $10,000 reward?

Uh, how about a grand?

A grand what?

A grand total of $50.

I'll take it.

I like that Quickstra. He's got a head for figures.

All zeros.

I will divide the reward with snuffles.

who will help us track down Dynamite Kaboom. Who is Snuffles? I'll show you.

Hey, Snuffles!

Snuffles, I didn't know you were a married man type dog.

I hate to break up this family togetherness.

Snuffles will do anything for a dog biscuit.

Anything?

Anything.

Will he jump through that window?

Why, sure.

Watch. Here's a dog biscuit, Snuffles. Then jump through a window.

Catch.

Hey,

something has found Snuffles. You mean Snuffles has found something.

It smells like dynamite. It tastes like dynamite.

And it kabooms like dynamite.

Baba Boy. Put me down, you sleep-bitten critter.

Nice work, Snuffles. And here...

dynamite.

board.

Ah, springtime, when we can remove our shoes and run barefoot through fields of

beautiful avunculus.

Blab, it's here.

It is?

Oh, boy. Give it to me, Snoop. What in odds bodkins are you talking about,

Blab? I'm sorry, Snoop. I thought my package arrived.

Mailman! Hot ziggity.

Thanks, Mailman.

It's here, Snoop. Uh, what is?

Besides the arrival of spring, Blab. My book about Mars and outer space.

And what about the inner space between your ears?

Gosh, this is interesting, Snoop. And what's so interesting?

Well, it might come in handy in our private eye business.

Are you laboring to tell me there's a remiss possibility of us working a caper

on Mars?

It could happen, Snoop.

Leave us not be knave, Blab. It could never happen.

Snooper Detective Agency, if you've got trouble, we're there on a double. Snoop

speaking. What?

It's for you, Blab. It sounds like one of your goofy relation relatives.

Thanks, Snoop.

1207? Uh, that means old lady stealing kumquats.

Not on Mars it doesn't. It means earth monkey stealing layer eber.

Uh, what's a layer eber?

That's royal ruby spelled backwards.

They'll give you 12 million crimolians to get it back.

Blab. Even with a full gas tank, we'd never make it to Mars.

That's been taken care of, Snoop. Observe.

What in blunderation?

awaits. And I thought this was going to be just a humming drum day.

Look, Snoop, a Martian.

Uh, okay, Blabber, make one a gobbledygook.

The Lear Eber was stolen. by a monkey that landed in that Earth missile.

Ain't that a hit in the head.

A dishonest monkey on Mars.

Ask him to stop with the rock and roll and give us a clue.

He is, Snoop. And there he is now.

It's a dishonest monkey with a layer of Eber.

Hey,

Earthling, drop that Eber in the name of the Private Eye Telescope and Chowder

Society. After him, Blab.

He's going into the...

clap, Snoop. The what?

That's the royal palace, spelled backwards.

Oh, yeah?

Well, just hold it a sec, Blab.

Maybe it's a trap.

Welcome. How are you today?

We're fine.

How are you?

Fine, thanks.

Wipe your feet and come right in.

Thanks. You are welcome. This is a recording.

Gosh, Snoop, everything's so scientific.

All except that layer Ebersteiner, wherever that monkey is.

There he is, Snoop, in the layer Nectic.

Layer Nectic? What incarnation does that mean?

It means the royal kitchen.

He's hiding behind those dishes.

We got you covered, you yuck-nom.

Snoop catches on fast.

Yuck-nom is monkey spelled backwards.

Help!

by Martian saucers.

Poor Snoop. He's being dish-whacked.

Maybe we ought to forget about the Royal Ruby.

That's Leia Ebert fell backwards, Snoop.

Not until I clap the maniacals on that yak-nom.

Yikes! Here comes a yak-nom now!

Double yikes! He's got a disinteresting gun.

You mean a disintegrating gun, Snoop.

Either way, Blab.

I'm disinterested.

Flee for our very lives!

What are we doing, Snoop? Elementary school me there, Blab.

Let's get on with this layer of clap.

Goodbye, and do visit us again soon.

This is a recording.

Not on your tentripe. And this is not a recording.

Look, Snoop, a saucer cycle.

And just in the necklace of time, here comes that yak nom.

Yeah, Blab? Can I drive after a while? Can I?

Oh, boy.

This thing rides like a feather.

And drops like a lead balloon.

Hey, Snoop, we got company.

What do we do now?

That's easy, Blab. We give up.

Let me try talking to him, Snoop.

The kid's been hiding his light in a bushel.

Here you are, Snoop.

Blab, how did you get it?

It was easy.

I just swapped him a peanut for the ruby.

Good work, Blab.

Remember to include the cost of that peanut in the expense account.

Leave a step on it, Blab. We gotta get back to Earth.

I'm not leaving, Snoop.

And why not, Brightel?

Because they just made me their leader.

And I can't leave... people so soon.

Okay. I grant you a month's leave of absence.

Without pay, of course.

Gosh, Snoop. You're too good to me.

I know it, Blab.

Arriba Dachi.

Hello? Uh, no, I don't need an assistant.

I already got one to fill in for Blab.

And, uh, what's more, he works for Peanuts.

Then, after I fought the fiery dragons, a hundred pirates attacked me.

But I, Augie Doggie, was not afraid because... Whoops, my pencil broke.

Oh, dear old dad.

What is it, Augie, my boy?

May I use the carving knife to sharpen my pencil?

You're too young to play with the carving knife, Augie. Then how will I

finish writing my adventurous life story, helpful dad?

Your life story?

Augie, my son, my son, you're just a kid.

So what's to write? Your horrendous bout with the measles?

I fought six dragons and a hundred pirates. And I've had numerous other

blood-curdling adventures.

Like finding lumps in your mashed potatoes?

Or seeds in your seedless grapes?

You're laughing at me, thoughtless dad.

And I abhor ridicule.

That's my boy that said that. And I wish I knew what it meant.

Well, it simply means...

Let there be hilarity in mirth, but let it be tempered with a certain reserve,

signifying a consideration for the feelings of others.

Therefore, nonetheless, it's time all smart little boys were in bed.

Ipso factori.

When will I grow up, dear old dad?

Not for a long time yet, Augie boy.

Are you going to keep nagging me about being a kid till then, grown-up dad of

mine? When you stop acting like a kid, I'll stop treating you like one.

You mean... When I start acting grown up, I won't be a kid anymore?

Something like that.

Now let me read my paper.

I say, old chum.

Have you got a light?

Augie, give me that.

I'm just trying to act grown up, dear old dad.

That's not the way, are you sure?

It isn't?

How's the stock market doing, pops?

Augie, little shavers don't shave.

Now put my razor back.

Dad, I'm trying awful hard to grow up so I won't be a kid nuisance anymore.

Why won't you let me?

I got nothing to do with it, Augie.

Time and the outside world will soon make you grow up. The outside world will

soon make me grow up?

Thanks for the adult advice, adult father.

Good night and goodbye.

Good night and goodbye, offspring of mine.

Goodbye, Augie.

Wait a minute!

How do you like that?

He's going to run away from home.

Look out, outside world.

Here I come, ready or not.

Dear old Dad, I am running away and shall return when I am

grown up.

Love, your son, Augie.

P.S.

You may have my pictures, Mitt.

For your very own.

I'll keep on a lot of that pictures, Mitt.

It's genuine, simulated, no garage.

It's awful dark in the outside world, but I'm not scared.

There goes my boy, and I can't ask him to come back. It would make him grow up

with a block, or even a couple of blocks.

Nevertheless,

I would be amiss as a father if I didn't show him...

He wasn't ready for the outside world.

Golly, these woods sure look spooky.

One little boy plus one spook equals a mad dash for home.

I'm a spooky ghost.

Go on home.

Only a kid who wasn't grown up would be scared.

I'm not.

I don't think you understand, my boy. I distinctly said, boo!

I must be growing up. I think he's silly.

I reiterate, boo, boo, and a boo, boo.

Go on, I...

you fugitive from a clothesline.

I'd better scram before Augie finds out who I am.

Stick them up, Parmins. This here is the sticker.

Oh, boy.

A really Western outlaw.

What's your name?

You played a Jesse James?

Sure. But you're not old Jesse.

I'm not?

Well, you played a Billy the Kid.

And you're not him either.

Now, don't tell me you never heard of Two-Gun Caniphras?

No.

I'd been awfully surprised if he answered in the affirmative.

You may draw when ready, Two-Gun.

Wait a minute.

Where did you get that slingshot?

Oh, out of my bindle bundle. Now draw.

I just remembered.

I've got to tumble some weeds in Evelyn.

Come back and fight, Caniphras.

I'm beginning to think I'm the one that's not ready for the outside world.

It's morning, and if I wasn't so grown up, I'd be terribly sleepy.

What, ho, and a lack of day, me lad?

Golly, it's Robin Hood.

Wouldst care to join my merry men?

I sure wouldst.

Golly. Then get thee thou home, and waitest till thou art grown up.

If you were the real Robin Hood, you'd take me now.

If I prove I'm Robin Hood, will you go home and wait?

Yes, sir.

Then watch.

Only Robin Hood can bring down a duck from 200 yards.

All right.

Who's the wise guy?

A trick or treat, officer.

Golly. I'm getting hungry.

Even grown-ups have to eat.

Hello. I'm Peggy Poodles. I'm a girl.

Do you want some of my lollipop?

I like you. Do you like me?

You're a boy, aren't you? What's your name? Mine's Peggy Poodles.

Oh, Dad.

Dear old Dad.

Come quick.

Augie, what chased you home?

A pack of wild Indians?

No, Dad.

But what's a Peggy Poodle?

It's my boy who's growing up.

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

you quick draw McGraw

Yippee-ki-yay, galloping all the way, great big star on his chest.