Little Miss Marker Page #3

dd Beat it. You're crabbing my act.

d I'm just a black sheep

who's blue d

Madam Princess?

d Why did I stray

from the fold d

d Why did I learn that lovers

are not always true d

d And even honor

can be bought and sold d

d I've got to be

what I am d

dBlue d

d What I do d

Please, Madam Princess.

dBecause a kiss can make me

as weak as a lamb d

d But I'm a black sheep

who's blue d

d They call it paradise d

d I've got what money buys d

d But I want things

no money can buy d

dI'm bound to fall d

d Where will I go

when I'm through d

d Why doesn't someone

take me away from it all d

d I'm ridin' high for a fall

Take me away from it all d

dI'm just a black sheep d

d Who's blue dd

Her old man

never did come back.

Where are you going, Black

Knight? Home, Princess.

I'm leaving you with him.

- Yours?

- You know I ain't married.

This is the little kid Sorrowful

picked up for the $20 marker.

- Who are you anyway?

- My name is MarthyJane.

Hey. That's

very "co-accidental. "

Marthy sounds like marker,

and that's just what she is.

Little Miss Marker.

Where's your old man?

Your daddy.

I don't know.

- Where do you live?

- In a house made of bricks.

There must be at least two

of those. Which one is it?

It's not as nice

as a castle.

- What castle?

- Sir Lancelot knows about the castle.

Sir Lancelot?

He is Sir Lancelot.

Everybody knows

you're a fast worker,

but why hand a line

to a young dame like that?

I didn't hand her any line. Kids are

always pickin' up things like that.

Say, she's a chunky

little filly.

Chunky? I'll bet

she don't weigh 45 pounds.

- For how much?

- You name it.

How about it?

Let's get organized.

We'll each put 100 in a pool. The

man who gets closest takes the money.

Okay with me.

I'll still say 45 pounds.

You are the Strong Knight.

Hey. What have you been doing?

Showing her your muscles?

Quit wisecracking.

Forty pounds.

I'm not used to

hefting young dames.

Forty-six pounds.

You are

the Honest Knight.

What have you been doing?

Showing her your parole? Nix.

Give the kid to me.

All right. Here.

You guys ought to be ashamed of yourself,

tossing a kid like that around like a ball.

I like it.

I can tell best by walking

a little with her. Uh-huh.

Tell me what you weigh, kid, and

I'll buy ya a doll. I don't know.

- Come on, Bennie. Stop chiselin'.

- Me? Chiseling?

I was just tellin' her

a story.

Forty-three pounds.

You are Sir Percy.

She's making storybook fairies

out of us.

That would be something

to look at.

- You take her, Regret.

- Not me, not me.

I'm not dizzy enough

for this.

I hear you've been dizzy plenty trying

to guess things about a certain redhead.

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