Love Happy Page #3

That's the only thing you want,

that this beautiful should smile at you.

All right, stop thinking.

What have you got for me?

I no want-a sardines.

You promised me something special.

Mmm, ice cream.

Tutsi frutsi ice-a cream.

A royal feast.

My Robin Hood has struck again.

I'll have these tomorrow.

Bunny Dolan, next number.

Rehearsal!

# Gather round me, my children

# Lift up your curly blonde heads

# Cos Mommy's got something to ask you

# Before you crawl into your nice warm beds

# Mama wants to know, who stole that jam?

# Who's been in her nice clean kitchen,

who stole that jam?

# Was it little Tom or Sue or Mabel

# Who snucked it off the table,

even ate the label?

# Mama wants to know,

who made this mess?

# Mama's gonna kick some teeth in

if you don't confess

# Mama wasn't lookin'

when that stuff was took-en

# None o' you had better scram

Who stole that jam?

# Mama's not the type that gets excited

# She slugged those groceries home

without a squawk

# But mama's gotta find that guilty party

# One o' you kids has to talk!

# Mama wants to know, who stole that jam?

# Who's been rifling all those goodies,

ate her leg of lamb?

# Seems to me you're acting

kind of flustered

# Bet you ate that custard

and topped it off with mustard

# Mama wants to know,

she don't wanna guess

# Mama's gonna kick some teeth in

if you don't confess

# You're that little el-ef,

what snucked it off the shel-ef

# I don't want that lollipop

# Mama's gonna blow her top

# You stole that jam #

I'm sorry, Officer, but this creature's

not the man. Good day.

- Yes, sir.

- Better luck next time.

Wrong one again.

We must increase the reward.

Answer it.

If ever I lay my hands on that thief,

he'll regret he was ever born.

I picked him up, thought you might

wanna see if he's your man.

- Bushy hair and funny face, they told me.

- Yes.

Excuse me, Officer.

Hang on to him, I'll be back in a minute.

- That's the one.

- Are you certain?

He's our man, I tell you. What do we do?

- So nice of you to take this trouble.

- No trouble, ma'am.

- Is this the fella?

- No, but there is a superficial resemblance.

- OK, beat it.

- No, just a second.

Don't send him away. The poor man looks

miserable and lost and without a friend.

And he looks so intelligent.

I would like to do something for him.

- Would you mind leaving him here?

- I'd be careful, if I were you, ma'am.

- You can't trust characters like these.

- But he looks so harmless and hungry.

- Please, Officer.

- OK, ma'am. We'll keep up the search.

Thank you, Officer, goodbye.

- You grubby little warthog!

- Mr Throckmorton!

I must ask you to leave.

Yes, madame.

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