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(man on radio) 'And here is the latest news on the sensational bank robbery.'

'Police admit they have no trace of the two bank robbers'

'who escaped this morning with $50,000.'

- Well, that's it, Horse. - Yeah, Mugger.

We can ditch these fake granny disguises now.

(man on radio) 'However, police are looking for Horse McGonigle'

'and his pal Mugger for questioning.'

We gotta stay grannies for a while yet, though, Horse.

Yeah. I'm in no mood for answerin' questions.

Hey, Horse, look at that place

up ahead. "Jellystone Park."

(Horse) 'That's a perfect place to hide till the heat's off.'

[chuckles] Isn't that sweet?

Two old ladies enjoying themselves

in their sunset years.

No rocking chairs, no babysitting for them.

[chuckles] They really know how to count their blessings.

Forty-nine thousand nine hundred

and ninety-nine, fifty thousand.

- It's all here. - Good.

Cover it up again and let's find a place to hide it.

How about that place over there?

- 'It looks like an old cave.' - That's great.

- Go hide it, Mugger. - Okay, Horse.

I'll be right out.

There.

That's the perfect spot for it.

Hey, Boo-Boo, wake up.

What is it, Yogi?

A nice, little old tourist-type lady

just left us a picnic basket.

But it's against the law to feed us bears, Yogi.

That's true, Boob.

But it's against my principles

to snitch on one of our senior citizens.

She may be, uh, somebody's mother's mother.

And this is her first offense and besides..

- Besides what, Yogi? - Besides, I'm hungry.

Yay-ay-aye!

We can relax now, Horse.

No one will ever find that basket.

- 'Hey, ladies.' - Huh?

Thanks for the basket. And don't worry.

I won't turn you in.

Hey, that's our basket.

They were the two of the cutest little old ladies

you ever saw, Boob.

I guess they, uh, just like bears.

Hand over that basket or we'll let you have it.

'That's a good bear. Let's go, Mugger.'

Are they the cute little old ladies, Yogi?

That's them. Indian givers!

Well, I'm glad they weren't any cuter

or they'd have filled you full of holes.

I'm gonna tell the ranger

they pulled a gun on me, Boo-Boo.

I'm a government-protected bear.

Why, yes, Yogi, I saw those two

little old ladies when they came in.

You should've taken that gun away from 'em, sir.

What are you talking about, Yogi?

(Yogi) Those little old ladies, uh, pulled a gun on me.

I am a government-protected bear

in a no-hunting-allowed type national park.

Those old ladies, a gun?

[laughing] Oh, Yogi, you kill me.

Don't give me any ideas, sir.

Come on, Boob. We'll handle this ourselves.

We gotta ditch this basket full of loot someplace, Mugger.

Ah, there's the two little old ladies.

I bet they'd get a laugh out of the gun story Yogi pulled.

Oh, ladies, just a minute.

It's a park copper.

Yeah. Well, we better see what he wants.

There's a rumor going around

that both of you ladies are packing guns.

Isn't that a laugh?

[laughing]

Hey, where'd everybody go?

There's a good place, Mugger.

We'll stash the loot in this tree.

'Okay, put it in and let's scram.'

Why did they do that, Yogi?

I don't know, but it's no way to treat a picnic basket.

- There go the old ladies, Yogi. - Yep.

And here we come to rescue the basket, Boo-Boo.

Maybe we shouldn't take it, Yogi.

Well, why not?

By rights, it's, uh, really ours.

It was gift to us.

Yogi, I'm ashamed of you.

Mr. Ranger, sir.

Those little old ladies put their basket

in the tree for safekeeping

and you take it.

I was tempted, sir.

And I'm tempted to ship you off to the Toledo Zoo.

'Gimme that basket.'

Gee, Mr. Ranger is sure mad.

I'm ashamed of that bear.

One of these days, I really will send him to the zoo.

There's nothin' to worry about now, huh, Horse?

Yeah. We'll sit tight till the heat's off.

[both laughing]

(Ranger Smith) 'Oh, ladies!'

I believe this belongs to you.

- The loot! - Scram!

Wait! It's your picnic basket.

But I don't understand, sir.

It's very simple, Yogi.

It looks like the little old ladies don't want it

so, you can have it.

Gee, thank you, sir.

I'll put you back on my Christmas list.

That ranger didn't find the money in the basket.

No, and now that bear has it again.

That was real nice of Mr. Ranger, huh, Yogi?

You can say that again, Boob.

Alright, bear. Stick 'em up.

It's the same cute little old ladies again, Yogi.

And the same cute little guns.

Hand over that basket!

Nothin' doin'. You had your chance.

I'm keepin' it this time.

You're askin' for it, bear.

You don't scare me with that gun.

There's no molestin' or shootin' of bears

allowed in Jellystone Park. It's all in the book.

[gunshots]

Of course, uh, some people never read books.

(Horse) 'Come back here, you crook!'

screech

"Ski slide?"

Without snow, I don't wanna go.

Hold it, ladies.

[grunts]

[screaming]

whoosh

"Wanted, Horse McGonigle and his pal Mugger."

Bank robbers.

Boy, it'll be a feather in the cap

for whoever catches them.

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[Yogi screaming]

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I don't understand, sir.

The picnic basket is full of money.

And the old ladies were wearin' wigs.

Oh, no! Yogi has captured the bank robbers.

Yogi, it sure was a feather in your cap

capturing those robbers.

Maybe so, Boo-Boo.

But I don't think it does a thing for me.

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