All language subtitles for japhson-lhotps03e08-720p Fred

Oh, come to the church
in the wild wood

Oh, come to the church...

Come sing with me, happy.

Come sing with me, huh?
Let me look at that hoof.

Let me see that hoof.
Come on. Yeah.

Yeah, that's...
That's pretty good.

That's healing up
pretty good.

Oh, come to the church
in the wild wood

Oh, Mr. Parsons!

Rufe, did you
hurt yourself?

'Twarn't me.
It was that dagnabbed goat.

I'm going
to shoot him dead!

That... that demented,
pea-brained, lop-eared disaster!

I'm going to truly be glad
to see the end of him!

Oh, land's sake.
He didn't mean any harm.

He's a sneaking
monster.

He done it afore,
and he done it again.

There I was, doing my
chores, singing right pretty.

I bent over, and wham!
He lets me have it right...

Rufus!

Right on the underside
of my lap.

But I have had it.
I am through with that goat.

I'm going
to go get my rifle,

and I'm going to take care
of that goat right now!

Now, you just pull up
a minute there!

Now, rufe...

My goodness,
it's downright shameful

the way you're acting
in front of a child.

The goat can wait.

But Laura has to get home,
and we owe her the hiring out money.

Well, maybe you're right.
Business afore pleasure.

But I'm going to
take care of that goat,

and I'm going to
take care of him good.

Well, I'll leave you two
to do the settling up.

I got supper
on the stove.

Good-bye, Laura.
You say hello to your ma.

Laura: I will.
Bye-bye.

You bring me back
my rifle.

Now, let's see, Laura.
Can I borrow your tablet?

Yes, sir.

Let me figure this out.

You started working
for my missis, uh...

Last Tuesday, right?

No, sir. Monday.

Oh. Monday.

You sure you started
working last Monday?

Yes, sir.

Monday.

This goat doesn't
seem so bad to me.

Well, he's ornery.
Take my word for it.

Monday.
This being Thursday,

that's Monday, Tuesday,
Wednesday, Thursday...

That's 4 days, right?

4 days...

That comes to 30 cents
total, right?

No, sir.

40 cents.

Oh... oh, yeah!

I took away when
I should've added to.

40 cents.

Are you really going to shoot this
goat, Mr. Parsons?

Laura, that goat
is breathing his last

as soon as my missis
brings me my rifle.

Now, let me see...

40 cents.

Uh... 40 cents.
That's 10, 12...

Uh, Laura...
I ain't exactly got the right change.

Would you settle
for 39 cents?

Mr. Parsons,
I might be willing...

If you're really, cross your
heart, going to shoot this goat...

To take him instead.

I reckon, though,
it's kind of silly...

Him being as mean
and ornery as you say.

You mean to tell me
that you'd...

That you'd trade for
this walleyed grass chewer

instead of taking
cash money?

Well, now, maybe I been bearing down
a mite heavy on his mean points.

And anyone
can plainly see

that you got an eye
for prime goat-types.

I do?

You sure do.

Actually, what I got here
is a extra special goat.

You do?

Yep... the last
of his kind.

If he's so special,

why are you going
to shoot him?

Well, me and him are like flint
and steel and fire and water.

We don't get along.
Never did get along.

Now, just look at...
Look at that!

I sure would hate
to shoot him

after watching the way he's
turning them big brown eyes on you.

He does
sort of like me.

Like you?

Like you? Honey, that,
there's pure adoration. That's plum love.

Now, what's it going to be, Laura?
Plumb up to you.

Are you going to take these
here few paltry coins,

or are you going
to save the life

of that extra special,
only-one-of-his-kind goat,

that anyone can plainly
see has took to you

like a hornworm to a...
To a tomato.

That's it...
A hornworm to a tomato.

And, honey, that's
a lot of tooking.

Well...

I guess I'll
take the goat.

Hello, spot.

It's okay. This is
your new friend.

Well... here's home.

You know, just looking up
answers to homework questions

isn't too hard,

but writing a long essay
on why things happened...

Is a lot more work.

That's why miss beadle
is such a good teacher.

She wants you to think.

Laura... what
on earth is that?

Well, it's a goat.

Well, I know
it's a goat,

but what are you
doing with it?

Well, I haven't quite
figured that out exactly yet.

Well, he's... he's kind of
nice, don't you think?

I want to know
where you got him.

Well, he belonged
to Mr. Parsons.

You see, he didn't
like Mr. Parsons,

and Mr. Parsons
didn't like him.

Well, anyway,
it was kind of like

water and oil...
Or flint and steel.

Well, if I hadn't
been there then,

he would be dead
right now.

I saved his life.

You saved
Mr. Parsons' life?

No, silly...
The goat's.

Well, anyway, he's
a very special goat,

the last of his kind.

He's quite
handsome, at that.

And being a Billy goat,
you can give him

a name that'll
really fit him.

How about William
the conqueror?

Well, that's
a good name,

but I've already decided
to call him Fred.

- Fred?
- Fred?

Yeah. He kind of
looks like a Fred.

I'm not sure your pa will
appreciate your having a goat.

But you know how
pa likes animals,

and he's sure
to like Fred

once he finds out
how friendly Fred is.

Hey, that's it!

I'll name him
Fred, the friendly goat.

Well, why don't you
take friendly Fred

and put him in the barn
until your pa comes home?

There's plenty of
time before supper,

and I'm sure
you have homework.

Yeah...

I got to study
my intos.

Your what?

You know... Like
10 goes into 60,

and 9 goes
into 54.

That kind
of stuff.

Come on, Fred.

Pffff!

Oh, Charles...

You have had
a hard day.

No worse than
the other two.

A few more
mosquitoes,

and I got bit by
3 mud wasps.

- Ohh!
- Another fun day.

Well, at least you're through
with this horrible job.

Well, no more, no less.
Just the right amount.

I hope Phineas jenks
chokes on it.

Charles!

Sweating for 3 days in
that swamp for $8.00.

It's slave wages,
and he knows it.

Charles, there's a hot tub
and dry clothes in the barn.

You go on.
I'll finish this.

I could kiss you
for that.

- Don't!

Unh.

Mmm!

Oh, what a day.

Oh, Charles, I forgot to tell you.
There's a goat...

in the barn.

Something funny?

I'm sorry, pa.

It's just that...
I got to thinking about...

How Laura named her
goat "friendly Fred."

Friendly Fred.
I've seen more friendship

when I poked a hole
in a hornet's nest.

I don't see anything
funny about it.

Yes, pa.

You don't think
it's funny, do you?

No, sir.

I guess I just feel
sort of sorry for Fred.

Sorry for Fred?
What about me?

I didn't butt Fred.

Well, what I mean is...

Well, maybe Fred thought
he was doing a good thing.

Maybe he thought
you were a robber,

and he was
protecting the barn.

Charles: He was
protecting the barn?

You know what
he did in the barn?

He ate half a bushel
of oats,

he tore the feed bin
off the wall,

not to mention
what he did to me.

I'm sorry you don't
like him, pa.

Half-pint, it's not
a matter of me liking Fred.

I really don't
know him that well.

Unless you can come up with a
good reason for keeping him,

I think we should consider
getting rid of him.

Maybe...

Maybe he'd eat the weeds
out of ma's garden!

Caroline: He probably would...

After he ate the
tomatoes, the squash,

the peas,
and the beets.

Your mother's right. You're going
to have to do better than that.

Mary: Oh, pa...
I looked up cattail leaves

in a book
at school today.

They use them to make chair seats
and all kinds of fine furniture.

I frankly don't care
what they do with them,

as long as I just sell
them to Phineas jenks,

get rid of them,
and get my $8.00.

Ohh.

That bed's going to look
awful good to me tonight.

Laura: Pa?

Did you know that Fred
was a very special goat?

He's the last
of his kind.

I certainly hope so.

Mary... are you awake?

No.

If you were asleep,
you wouldn't have said, "no."

Do you have any ideas?

I mean, about Fred.

There must be something
a goat can do.

Seems like he's done
too much already.

Not bad things...

I mean good things.

Well, I've read where they make
real expensive purses and gloves

out of goat leather.

- Mary!
- I'm sorry.

Anyway, worrying about
it won't do much good.

And maybe pa will feel better
about Fred in the morning...

After he's had
a good rest.

Good night, Laura.

Yeah.
Good night, Mary.

Ohh.

Hmm.

Why don't you sleep in tomorrow?
At least until 6.

Hmm... I wish I could,
but I can't.

Harvesting those rushes has got me
way behind in the rest of my work.

I'll be fine.
Don't worry.

Both: Hmm...

You have
a good sleep.

Aah!

Oh, no.

Friendly Fred!

Jack!

Come back here!
Stay there!

I don't want you
scaring Fred.

Be back
in a minute, ma.

I have to feed Fred
his breakfast.

Oh, no.

Fred!

Oh, no!

How could you
do this?

Here... come here.

Come on.

You know it's going to
take me hours in that swamp

to replace what
he's eaten so far?

It was my fault, pa.

I should've
fed Fred sooner.

Half-pint, there comes
a time in everybody's life

when they have
to face the facts,

and the facts are that
that goat is destructive,

that goat is a menace,
and that goat is going to go!

But, pa, if we build
a place for him...

No ifs, ands, or buts.

I want that goat gone,
and I want him gone today.

Today.

Now see
what you've done.

Oh! Dad burn it!

Jack, will you
get away from me?

Old Dan Tucker
was a fine old man

washed his face
in a frying pan

combed his hair
with a wagon wheel

died with a toothache
in his heel

get out of the way
for old Dan Tucker

it's too late
to get your supper

supper's over
and dinner cookin'

old Dan Tucker is just
a-standin' there lookin'

Pa?

What in sassafras...

What are you doing sneaking
up on a man like that?

I wasn't sneaking...

Just walking soft,
the way you taught me.

Oh.

What you doing?

I'm supposed
to ask you that.

Ain't you supposed
to be in school?

That's where
I was going.

I saw you and thought maybe you
found a new shortcut to town.

Now, you fess up. You thought I
was going fishing, didn't you?

I guess I was hoping.

I ain't got time for fishing today.
Too busy.

I'm too busy for a passel of
questions, too, so you just go on.

Get on to school.
Go on.

Now, hold on there
just a minute.

What I'm doing here...
This, uh...

This is
kind of a secret.

You mean you don't
want me to tell ma?

Well, it... It don't
just mean your ma.

See, I don't want
you telling anybody

about this place
or what I'm doing.

What are you doing?

Oh.

Well, um...
I'm inventing.

That's what I'm doing.
I'm inventing in here.

Had something in my head.
Thought I'd give her a try.

Sure smells bad.

Well, you got to put up
with some of that at first.

After I get it finished,
it'll smell fine.

What is it?

Oh, it's a... A...

It's a new brand of turpentine.
That's what it is.

It's very dangerous.

It's, uh... It's going to
be a boon to mankind...

Thin paint, take spots
out of your clothes,

and the snap out
of your suspenders.

Will it take the pitch
off my hands?

It's a mite strong for that.
Likely to burn holes in you.

I'll stay clear
from it.

Yeah. Um... This...
What I'm doing here...

This is our secret,
just between you and me.

Yes, sir.

I got to go.

Old Dan Tucker
was a fine old man

washed his face
in a frying pan

combed his hair
with a wagon wheel

died of a toothache
in his heel

get out of the way
for old Dan Tucker...

Aah!

Laura:
Willie. Willie!

What do you want?

Come here!

I got something
special to show you.

What's that thing?

What do you mean,
"thing"?

It's a goat, and
a very special goat.

The last
of his kind.

Can't be so special
if you own him.

What good's a goat,
anyway?

A lot you know,
Willie oleson.

Why, a goat like this is
practically priceless.

I couldn't even
begin to tell you

all the things
he's good for.

Yeah? Name one.

Well, there's nothing like a
goat for protecting your barn.

We ain't got a barn.

Well...
Then there's cheese.

Everybody knows
that goat's milk

makes just about the best
cheese that there is.

Cheese... I guess
I sort of like cheese.

That's regular cheese
you're talking about.

But goat's cheese is
better than anything.

It's so yummy,
you'll never want to eat anything else.

Well, I'd best be
getting to school.

Come on, Fred.

Plenty of time before school yet.
You just hold on!

I want to hear some more
about that goat cheese.

Boy, that Laura Ingalls
thinks she's so smart.

I just put one over
on her, ma.

I talked her into selling me
this here genuine goat

for practically nothing.

Uh-huh.
That's nice, dear.

Only you shouldn't
take advantage of her.

After all, we're the business
people, and she's not.

Business is right!

I'm going to make
a fortune selling cheese.

Uh-huh.
That's nice, dear.

You better hurry on
now to school,

or you're going
to be late.

Sure, ma.
See you, Fred.

Goat?

Willie!

Willie, you come on
back here!

Oh, for heaven's sake!

You mean
you owned a goat?

An honest-to-goodness
goat?

Yep. And I named
him Fred.

And you sold him
to Willie?

Boy, if I owned a goat,
I'd never sell him.

Well, I sort of
had to.

Fred and my pa
didn't get along.

Boy:
And I got your hat!

Let's get him!

Ohh! Oh, mercy!
You let go of that!

Get away from there,
you nasty thing!

Ooh! Ooh! Oh,
for heaven's sakes!

Aah!
Get out of here!

Get! Get! Go on!

Get out of here! Oh,
for heaven's sakes.

You nasty thing!
Ohh!

Oh! Ohh!

Oh, my... Ohh!

Oh, I never saw
anything like that!

Oh!

Aah!

Ohh...

Ick!

Here's my essay,
miss beadle.

Oh, very good, Mary.
Thank you.

I'll be looking at them
all over the weekend.

- I hope you like it.
- I'm sure I will.

Mrs. Oleson: Willie!
Where is that Laura Ingalls?

Nellie! Willie!

- What are you looking at?
- Ma!

What happened?

You be quiet and come
along and listen to me.

Get out of my way!

Laura Ingalls,
look at me!

Now, this is all
your doing!

Mrs. Oleson,
what happened?

What happened?

Well, I'll tell you
what happened.

I was viciously attacked
by that loathsome monster

that this...
This swindling moppet

foisted off
on my poor Willie.

I didn't swindle
Willie, Mrs. Oleson.

Did so!

How'd she
do it, ma?

A Billy goat...
To make cheese?

- Oh.
- Oh.

Oh!

Give me back
my stuff!

Mrs. Oleson:
And hurry up about it!

Two aggies, one mig, 9 cents,
and a genuine Barlow knife.

It's all there.

And I didn't
cheat you!

Did so! And you can
have your old goat back.

Where is he?

Huh! That, young lady,
is your concern.

I'm not sure what
this is all about,

but I do know it's time
to go back to school.

Come on, children.

Oh, no!

My essay!

Laura, get that
goat out of here!

He's eaten my essay.

Mary:
Get out of here.

Take him, Laura.

My essay.

I know how you
feel, Laura.

But I like Fred.

You're about
the only one.

Even my sister
is mad at him.

Being popular just ain't
one of his main points.

What am I going
to do with him?

I can't take
him back home.

Or back
to Mr. Parsons.

Or... or anywhere
as far as I can think.

There's got to be someone

who would like
a nice goat like Fred.

Look, we asked all
the kids in school

and they all said no.

Can't blame them
for backing off...

After seeing what Fred did to
Mary's essay and Mrs. Oleson.

He didn't mean
to be bad.

People just don't understand
him, that's all.

That's it!
My pa!

Do you think your pa would let
us keep Fred at your place?

There ain't no one
likes animals like pa.

Come on!

Pa has a way
with critters.

Why, old Fred'll
take to pa

like that Damon and pythias
book we've been reading.

Hey, I bet
you're right!

I remember my pa saying
that your pa

sweet-talked a bear
out of a honey tree once.

Hi, pa!

Hello, son!

Yes, sir, Fred,
you done found yourself a new home.

Fred, no!

Whoa!

There's another idea
that sure didn't last long.

It's getting near
dinnertime.

Oh, Fred. What are
we going to do now?

Tomorrow's Saturday.

We'll have most all the day
to think of something.

But what are we going to
do with him for tonight?

I've been thinking
some on that, too.

I know a real good place,
but you got to promise you'll never tell.

Sure! But...

Cross your heart?

Word of honor?

Hope the rats
will eat you up?

I won't
tell anybody.

Well... okay, come on.

Boy!

A real secret
place in the woods.

How'd you find it?

Pa fixed it up.

I found him here one
day, accidental like.

It's his
thinking place.

He made me promise not
to tell anybody about it,

but this here's
an emergency.

Yep, old Fred'll be just
fine for one night here.

What's this crock
and stuff for?

Pa said he's inventing some
new kind of turpentine.

I wasn't supposed to tell about
that, either.

They use raisins and sugar
to make turpentine?

I guess my pa does.

It's getting dark.

We'd best beat it
on home.

Good-bye, Fred.
Don't you fret.

We'll be back bright and
early in the morning.

Jenks: You sure you got
30 pounds here, Ingalls?

I gave you full measure, jenks,
in spite of what you're paying for it.

All right.

Best quality.

Hmm... tolerable,
tolerable.

I'm glad you're satisfied.
I'd like my money.

Well, now, Ingalls,
I hate to say this,

but the best
I can do is $5.00.

What do you mean $5.00?
You promised me 8!

It ain't my fault.
Got a telegram yesterday.

The price has dropped down
in the rush market.

Jenks, when I make a deal with a
man, I keep it.

Business is business.

We got nothing
in writing, Ingalls.

$5.00, take it
or leave it.

Not going to take it.
I'd rather burn the rushes first.

Charles...

I'm tired of being
cheated by him!

You want the $5.00,
yes or no?

I be a busy man.

Make up your mind,
Ingalls.

- Load it yourself.
- Good.

Soon as we give Fred
these oats,

we'll take him to
the south fork road.

There's lots
of farms there.

There's bound to be someone who'd
like a nice old goat like Fred.

Especially when they find out
that he's the last of his kind.

Fred!

He's sick, Carl.
Awful sick!

That's why.
He's been drinking pa's invention.

It's probably
poison!

He's likely to die.

We got to get him
to doc baker.

Get that side.
Hurry!

Dr. Baker: With you in a minute.

Laura, Carl... You know better
than to bring a goat in here.

But that's why
we brought him.

You've got to
help him, doc baker.

He's been poisoned.

Can't have folks seeing
a goat in my office.

Ho there, grace!

Oh, just a
minute, Isaiah.

Forgot my lunch. I'm so hungry,
my belly thinks my throat's cut.

Well, you come on
and share mine.

That's a fine idea.

I can say with absolute
medical certainty

that this goat
is not going to die.

This goat is
swozzle-eyed,

addlepated,
sodden-brained drunk!

Both: Drunk?

Yeah. And as much as I'm dying to ask
how, I'm not going to.

I just want that drunken
goat out of my office!

Oh... here's this package
I've been looking for.

What are you doing, doc?
You're all wet.

That's very funny,
Edwards!

Here, let me
give you a hand.

Unh. What happened?

I feel like I got
nailed by a cannonball.

Edwards: Is there anything
I can do to help you?

I'll make an
appointment with myself.

Just... keep that drunken
goat away from me!

A drunken goat?

Well, whoever heard
of such a thing?

Oh... ooh!
Why, he's right!

That goat's as drunk as
a lumberjack on payday!

All right, now, children,
how did that goat get drunk?

Pa?

Don't you "pa" me.
Now, you tell your mother.

It was up at your
thinking place, pa.

Grace:
Thinking place?

Laura: I guess Fred
got sort of thirsty.

He drank up all
of your new invention.

You know, the new kind of
turpentine you're making...

With raisins
and sugar.

Raisins
and sugar, hmm?

A thinking place?

Sounds more like a
drinking place to me.

We'll talk more on this
later, Mr. Edwards!

You know, I recall some years back
there, up in the rockies,

had myself a real fine
meal... roast goat!

But we love Fred.

Oh, I love him, too...
With biscuits and gravy.

If I see that goat again,
that's the way I'm going to fix him.

Think Fred's
feeling better?

He must be.

Burping always makes
you feel better.

Poor Fred.

Poor Fred?
What about me?

I got ma mad at pa,
and pa mad at me.

Well, it wasn't
Fred's fault.

What are we
arguing about?

It's just a goat.

No, he's not
just a goat.

He's the last
of his kind.

I hope so.

Now you sound
just like my pa.

What's that
supposed to mean?

Never mind.

I think we ought
to just leave him.

Leave him?

Yeah. Take him as far away from
town as we can and leave him.

Well, who will
take care of him?

I don't know...

God.

God takes care
of everything.

God.

Yes... god!

Laura, don't go
praying for a goat.

I'm not praying,
I'm thinking.

It's just like
you said.

All I said
was leave him.

That's not
what you said.

You said that god
will take care of him.

And who is
closest to god?

Jesus.

No, silly,
I mean in walnut grove.

Reverend Alden!
Come on, let's go.

Laura...

Come on.

Yep,
he's in there...

Setting the room up
for church tomorrow.

If there's anybody that can help
us, it'll be him.

We better go now.
Come on.

Come on, Fred.

Yes, love all creatures,
great and small.

That is a great lesson
from the lord.

It tells us in the Bible that
the lord gave man dominion

over the fish of the sea
and over the birds of the air

and over the cattle...

And over everything
that moveth on the earth.

Both: Ahem.

Well, this is a nice
surprise on this fine day.

Can't stay away from school
even on Saturday?

Yes, sir.
I mean, no, sir.

We came to see you.

About Fred.

Fred?

You see,
nobody likes Fred.

Me and Carl,
we like him,

but my pa
doesn't like him,

and Carl's pa
doesn't like him.

Mary don't like him.

Mrs. Oleson
can't stand him,

and Mr. Parsons was
going to shoot him.

Doc baker doesn't exactly
hunker to him, either.

Oh, come, come.
Surely you exaggerate.

Those folks you mentioned,
I know them well.

They're good people.

They have room in their heart
for compassion and understanding.

Well, I think most folks have
run out of room for Fred.

This Fred...

I don't know any Fred.

Is he new
to walnut grove?

Well... he isn't a people,
reverend Alden. He...

You got to admit,
reverend Alden was hard put

on that compassion
and understanding stuff.

Well, that's what
made me make up my mind.

If Fred can't get along
with a minister, well...

We just got to do it,
that's all.

Yeah. And this is
as good a place as any.

We're about as far away
from town as we dare go.

Got to turn you
loose, Fred.

There's lots
of grass.

There's a brook
to drink from.

I can't do it.

You have to.

You even said yourself,

he can't even get along
with a minister.

Someone's
got to love him.

My pa would...
With biscuits and gravy.

I'm sorry, Laura.
You better say good-bye.

There's just
the two of us.

People just don't
seem to understand.

Go on.

Go on, darn goat!

Go on!

Go on!

We did
the right thing.

I hope.

Jumping jehosaphat!

Caroline: That was a very fiery sermon
the reverend Alden gave this morning.

Yes, indeed...
The wages of sin.

Really had the folks
stirred up.

Guess he changed
his mind.

He said he was going
to talk about...

"Love all creatures,
great and small."

Whoa.

Look who's coming...
Phineas jenks.

I'd hoped we'd seen
the last of him.

Probably figured out
another scheme to cheat me.

Whoa.

Ingalls...

Got to speak
to you.

Start talking, jenks.

I need your help.
Willing to pay good money for it.

That's the only way
you'd get it, jenks,

but I still doubt
I'm interested.

Need another load of them rushes.
Need them bad.

What happened to
the load I sold you?

You wouldn't believe
what happened, Ingalls.

It was ate by a great,
evil, monstrous goat

while I was sleeping.

And what he didn't eat,
he trampled to bits.

Huh. A goat.

That's right.

Now, I got me a contract with
this firm in Kansas City,

and I got to have
a load of rushes to them

come Saturday next,
or I lose my contract.

There's a penalty clause, too.
Stand to lose my shirt.

I think you'd look good
without a shirt, jenks.

It ain't funny. Now, I'll make the
same deal with you as before, Ingalls.

$8.00 for another load.

No, no, no, no.
I wouldn't even consider it for $8.00.

I might give it a bit
of consideration for...

$12 cash, in advance.

Jenks: T... 12?

Why don't you just
stick a gun in my ribs?

You keep arguing about it,
jenks, I'll make it 13.

Uh, no, no.
You got me over a barrel.

Here... 5...

Charles: Mm-hmm.

10.

That was 12, jenks.

11... 12.

Be back Wednesday
for them rushes.

They'll be here.

But you better know
one thing, Ingalls!

This be the last time
I do business with you!

I'll really
miss you, jenks.

Yah!

Ha ha!

Pa, that goat...
It had to be...

Fred. Of course it was.
Up to his same old tricks.

Not an old trick, pa. This is a new trick.
He did a good thing.

I think this time
you're right.

Laura: Don't you remember, pa?
It's like what you said.

You said that if I could
come up with a good reason,

I could keep Fred.

Oh, now, half-pint,
you know very well

what I meant by
a good reason.

What I meant was...

I'm sorry, Charles.
All you said was a good reason.

There were no
strings attached.

- There were no strings?
- No.

Mary: Well, he did
eat my essay.

There,
you see?

But I guess he
made up for it, pa.

I like Fred.

All right.
Like jenks said a minute ago,

I guess you got me
over a barrel.

All right,
we'll give Fred one more chance.

Oh, thank you, pa!

And I'll teach him
to behave. I promise.

I got to go find him.

You better hide this.
He'll eat it.

He will!

Fred!

Fred, where are you?

Fred!

Fred!

Fred.

Fred...

Fred, oh, Fred.

I knew I could find you.
And I can keep you, Fred.

I can keep you.

Come on, let's go home.

What's the matter, Fred?

Come on!

Not that way! Fred!

Not that way!

Nanny goats.

Dozens of them.

Guess that means you'd
rather live here, huh?

Well, Fred, one
thing's for sure...

You're not going to be
the last of your kind.