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JS Here comes Quick Draw McGraw Sf

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~ Great big star on his chest f

£ Outdraws all of the rest f

~ Fastest gun in the west f

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JS Here comes Quick Draw McGraw Sf

~ The high-falutin'est fastest shootin'est

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[instrumental music]

Figuring income tax would be a cinch

if it wasn't for the arithmetic.

Let's see here, 4333

time by 756 and one half,

[chuckles] and ! division that by the sum total

of the deductible denominator of last year's

tax fiduciary, and I'm getting a headache.

-Oh, dad. -Yikes, Augie.

Oh, yes, dear old dad.

How can I do any calcu-culating here

with your hollering and yelling?

Yes, dear old under pressure parent.

[buzzing]

[splat]

If there's anything I can't stand,

it's a fly with big noisy feet.

Ah-ah... Gosh, ! have to sneeze.

[swoosh]

Achoo!

-Achoo! -[thud]

Gesundheit.

Now let me see here, 4333,

multiplication by the minus benefits on page three,

which are also taxable on page four.

Oh, boy, I've hit the wooden jackpot.

Early American writing desk teak wood table,

chair ala louis, the whole bed.

[whirring]

Well, what do you know?

It's a homeless, hungry, poor little orphan woodpecker.

Ah, that's right, Sandy,

and I think I'll stick around for,

let's say, ninety-nine years or so.

Be my guest, but you gotta be awful quiet.

My dad is very busy with his income tax.

I'll have some dessert, and we'll talk it over.

[whirr]

-Augie! -Uh-oh.

What did I say, son, about making noise?

l was doing my nature study homework, dad.

Making like a woodpecker.

-[clankin -See? a!

Well, why not try making like a quiet, soft,

fuzzy Caterpillar instead?

Yes, nervous dad.

Now remember, woodpecker, you gotta be quiet,

or my dear old dad will put you out.

I'll try, but a guy's gotta eat, you know.

My, what a beautiful piano,

and it's made of wood, too.

No, ! won't do it. 1 will fight it.

I'll be strong. ! will not do it.

Lucky me, I lost.

[whirr]

Augie, do my eyes perceive me,

or is that a woodpecker where the piano used to be?

-Excuse me, pops. -You're excused, woodpecker.

Now scat, you mahogany munching marauder!

Tsk, tsk. Such manners.

[whirr]

[swish]

Please don't hurt the woodpecker, dad.

! won't, son. I'll just ruffle his feathers a little bit.

Uh-oh.

Now were did he go?

Watch that last step, pop.

[thud]

-Dad? -Yes, Augie?

Promise not to hurt the woodpecker?

! won't, son.

I'll merely mash him slightly.

[whirr]

-Uh-oh. -[clang]

Come back here, you chicken woodpecker,

this fight's just started.

[screech]

Look, pop, I'm scared, I'm scared!

Ah-ha, I've got you surrounded!

[slam]

And to think I was once a bird watcher.

[whirring]

1 give up, pop, you win.

Naturally, naturally.

And now I presume that you will beg for mercy.

-Garage door at 12 o'clock. -Uh-oh.

[thud]

This time you're a gone goose

of a dead duck of a woodpecker!

Mercy, pop, ple-e-ease don't hurt me.

A wooden ladder.

Boy, this guy's asking for it.

All right, funny feathers, were are you?

Yoo-hoo, here ! am. I'll be right up.

[whirr]

Uh-oh, that was a wooden ladder.

-[swoosh] -[thud]

-Dad, are you all right? -! will be, son.

-lf 1 surrender, which I do. -Oh, boy!

Does that mean I can keep him for 99 years?

Make it, uh, 98 years.

1 don't wanna, you know, wear out my welcome.

[laughs] Maybe I can use him as a tax deductible.

Let's see, the expenditures here on form 12B

are only deductible if form 12B

happens to be form 11C.

Oops, there goes another pencil point.

Okay, deductible, do your stuff.

Get the point?

After all... [chuckles]

How many people can say

they got a real live woodpecker pencil sharpener

in the house? [laughs]

[instrumental music]

[instrumental music]

[narrator] The cattle ranches of the Argentine

were in every way similar to the ranches of the Old West.

Except for the colorful costumes of its cowboys

or gauchos as they are called.

Here we see a typical South American gaucho

about to bring in a stray with his bolo

which is the equivalent of the American cowboy's l/ariat.

-You're wrong, senor. -l am?

S/. That is not a stray.

He's a very valuable prize bull who is running away.

His name is El Screwbullito.

[chuckling]

Is that true? Are your running away?

S/. [chuckling]

-But why? -ls fun.

[chuckling]

Excuse me, senor, but ! must catch this Screwbullito.

-But, sir? -Yes.

Why is he called El Screwbullito?

You will see.

[whirr]

[humming]

-[thwack] -[whirr]

Uh-oh.

[chuckling]

You see, senor?

He's a real Screw-ball-ito all right.

-Gauchos? -[all] Si.

Am ! not Don Town, the biggest ranchero in all the pampas?

[all] Si.

Are you not the bravest

gauchos in all the pampas?

[all] Si.

Would you risk your life for me,

your beloved ranchero?

[all] Si.

Then who will volunteer to bring back

El Screwbullito, my prize bull?

Cowards! Pigeons!

-Oh, Don Town? -Chickens!

-Oh, Don Town? -Si.

How will you catch El Screwbullito, now?

Simple, senor.

! will send for the world's greatest cowboy

Quick Draw McGraw.

At your service, Don Town.

l thin’ even up town, it makes no difference.

El Screwbullito is tricky, senor.

Do you know your way around the pampas?

Do I know my way around the pampas?

Watch.

Call me, gaucho.

[speaking in foreign language]

Go ahead. Ask me anything.

I'll prove 1 Know my way around.

Okay. What is a gaucho?

A gaucho is one of the Marx brothers.

[Don Town] What is the Andes?

The other half of "Amos and."

What is a bolo?

It's somethin’ you keep goldfish in.

Like bolo goldfish.

[crying] Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Let's face it. You're stuck with me.

Is sad, but I thin’ that's true.

Bring back El Screwbullito

and I will reward you handsomely.

I'll bring him back.

Or my name ain't

Quick Draw Handsomely McGraw.

[vroom]

Keep your peels eyed, Baba.

If you see a bull, report to me.

[brakes squealing]

[vroom]

Hop in. Always glad to give a fellar a lift.

[vroom]

-Hey, Quicks Draw? -Yeah, Baba.

-I thin’ ! see a bull. -Where?

1 don't see nothin’.

[chuckling]

[crash]

[chuckling]

Look, Quicks Draw. It's Screwbullito.

O-o-ol' smart alec, hisself.

Stand back. And watch me pounce on him.

[thud]

[chuckling]

He went thataway, Quicks Draw.

Ho-o-old on thar, you Screwbullito!

[screeching]

Did you see a critter go by here?

He went thataway, huh? Thanks, stranger.

[thud]

[chuckling]

[Quick Draw] Hey, you?

Hey, you, over there?

You don't thin’ lightning strike twice

in the same place? Watch this.

Which way did you say he went?

That's what I thought. Thanks, stranger.

[thud]

You see what I means?

[Quick Draw] Here, toro, toro, toro.

-[moo] -But, Quicks Draw.

1 don't thin' you Know anything about bullfighting.

There's no-thinnin’ to it.

When ol' Screwbullito goes for this red cloth

he'll bash into this boulder.

Then all 1 have to do is sweep up the bumps.

That's pretty smarts.

Come on, toro. Come and get your lumps.

[stomping]

[bellowing]

[bam]

[thud]

[screech]

Quicks Draw, say somethin’.

What's there to say except...

Ouch, ouch, ooch, ooch, ouch ouch, ooch, ouch.

[chuckling]

What's the big idea, Quicks Draws?

Simple. Fight horns with horns.

Watch me plaster El Screwbullito all over the pampas.

-[engine cranking] -Uh-oh.

[instrumental music]

[screech]

Aha!

[vroom]

[boom]

[crack]

[shattering]

[chuckling]

-Huh! -[cracking]

[shattering]

That's Quicks Draw for you.

When the chips are down he goes all to pieces.

But I like him.

[instrumental music]

[instrumental music]

[narrator] Here we are at Madison Round Garden

where the annual dog show is taking place.

It's a very exciting moment.

The judges have arrived at their decision

and they're about to name the winner.

[dogs barking]

Quiet!

[yipping]

[giggles]

It gives me sportsmanship pleasure

to announce the winner of the Annual K-9

Full-blooded Blue Ribbon Special,

Mademoiselle Frou-Frou.

Oh, ! am so happy.

My beautiful Frou-Frou has won the big silver cup.

lam so happy. So happy, happy, happy.

Well grab it, Mac. It's heavy you know.

Frou-Frou mon petit.

Look at the cup of the first prize you have won.

Is it not exquisite? Frou-Frou!

Help! Help! Assistance.

My Frou-Frou has run away.

Help! Help!

Relax, monsieur.

We know who will get her back.

None other than Super Snooper,

the world's greatest private eye.

[speaks in French] Snooper.

Bring me back my Frou-Frou and I will pay you $5000.

For that kind of money, I'll bring back

a St. Bernard dog riding a tiger.

And Snoop would too.

[Toot Sweet] Psst, monsieur, attendez vous, sil vous plait?

Huh? I didn't know you could speak French, Blab.

That wasn't me, Snoop.

It came from Frou-Frou's stall.

Look, it's a flea.

Allow me to introduce myself, monsieur.

My name is Toot Sweet

and ! would like to help you find the vanished Frou-Frou.

Um, what's in it for you?

You forget, monsieur.

When Frou-Frou go poof,

l have lost my happy home.

Okay. But I'm bound in to swear you as a deputy first.

Well, monsieur. l am ready.

In the name of the private eye institute,

] now pronounce you special deputy.

In the name of the private eye institute, 1 accept.

Swearing a deputy in is a solemn ceremony.

It always brings tears to my eyes.

[cries]

[blows nose]

And so this odd threesome sets out to find

the missing blue ribbon champion,

Mademoiselle Frou-Frou.

What's up, Toot Sweet?

Look monsieur, a curly cue hair.

It is from Frou-Frou.

! would know it anywhere.

Hey, Snoop, look. It's Frou-Frou.

Wait, Frou-Frou, itis l, Toot Sweet,

your life-long tenant.

Le help! Assistance.

Please, monsieur , save me from him.

-[bam] -Stand back, little lady.

I'm your hero.

Hold it, neighbor, we must reflect a moment.

-Reflect this. -[bam]

Mayhap this private eye badge will inspire more respect.

-Inspire this. -[bam]

How's about giving your hero a great big kiss?

No, never. Help! Help!

Unhand that poodle, you bully of a bulldog.

To the battle. Ta-ra-tat-ta-ta!

Charge.

That and this.

And those and they.

-[thud] -What's your trouble, pal?

Fleas.

There she goes, Snoop, into that fur shop.

Hold it, Blab.

-We got her. -We have?

Well, sure. Frou-Frou is going to pull

the old fur around the neck gag. Watch.

And here it comes now.

Uh, pardon me, madame, but you've been mislead.

That's not a fur piece you're wearing, but a missing poodle

who is portraying a hoax.

Eek. Why you fur snatcher.

-Take that. -[bam]

Thank you very much, madame.

And now I bid you adieu.

I'll bet you think I'm going to scream in sheer terror.

Well, you're right.

[screams]

Pardon the interruption, madame.

But have you seen my home go by this way?

Hold on to your hats, folks, here I go again.

[screams]

There she goes, Snoop, heading for that big boat.

Pierre. Oh, mon Pierre.

You have come all the way from Paris for me.

Frou-Frou mon petit cherie.

Come to my arms.

Now is your chance to grab her, Snoop.

! couldn't do that, Blab.

A true private eye never interferes

with /‘'amour toujour l'amour.

Snoop is a romantical at heart.

Yes, ma'am. I got it.

You want us to find your lost dog which you can't find.

I'll put my mission dog operative

on the case right away.

Uh, Toot Sweet, it's a K-903.

Toot Sweet will jump on the case toot sweet.

Au revofr.

Don't just stand there all akimbo, Blab.

Go help toot sweet find a lost dog.

Sure, chief. Gee, what a comedown.

I'm assistant to a private eye flea.

Oh, well, c'est le guerre l always say.

[instrumental music]

f Yippee yi-o-ki-a galloping all the way J

~ There goes Quick Draw McGraw f

Kellogg's, your best choice in cereal.

The best to you each morning has brought you...

f Yippee yi-o-ki-a galloping all the way J

~ Great big star on his chest f

£ Outdraws all of the rest f

~ Fastest gun in the west f

f Yippee yi-o-ki-a galloping all the way J

~ There goes Quick Draw McGraw f

~ The high-falutin'est fastest shootin'est

£ Cowboy you ever saw Jf

[Quick Draw] Hey, Baba Looey, are you all right?

S'awright.