Merry Mavericks Page #2

- What's that?

- That's a hand.

- Good. What's that?

- That's a fist.

- What was that?

- A punch in the eye.

Right.

Now, cut out this

nonsense and listen to me.

Larry, you take the

couch and get some sleep.

Go ahead. Shemp, we'll

take turns standing guard.

- Come on. Follow me. Get going.

- All right. All right.

Go on. Sit down and

keep your eyes open.

Gosh, I hope nothing happens.

You give me a pain.

What could happen?

Come on. Answer me that.

- What could possibly happen?

- Nothing, I guess.

Well, then, shut up.

We're as safe as a babe

in its mother's arms, I tell you.

Who is it? Moe? Shemp? Is that you?

If it ain't, don't answer me.

He came back! I saw

him! The Indian chief!

- The chief?

- Yeah.

What kind of nonsense is this?

I saw his head!

Where it wasn't...!

Oh, fine. You dreamed it, you birdbrain!

You go on. Get some shut-eye.

This fraidy-cat will stay here with me.

But Moe, I'm a fraidy-cat too.

Go on! Get going!

Moe, it was awful.

He was eight feet

tall, nine feet wide...

Oh, shut up. You make me tired.

Why don't you get yourself

a book and read it?

Improve your mind.

Oh, skip it.

Come on, you're blocking my light.

I'm sorry. I need this...

Hey! Let me out! Where's the light?

Guess I'll be safe in here.

Hey, wait a minute. I...

Moe, Larry!

Help, Moe, Larry! Let go of me!

Let go! Let go, I tell you!

Let me go! Let me go, I tell you!

Oh, it's only you!

Nice work, Pete. Where's the other one?

I don't know. Maybe Shotgun's got him.

That's all right.

These boys'll tell

us what we wanna know.

- Won't you, boys?

- Why should we?

Because we'll fill you

full of lead if you don't.

- Now, where's the money?

- I don't know.

- Wait a minute!

- We don't know!

- But Moe...

- Shut up!

These tinhorn outlaws haven't

got the nerve to shoot.

If they did kill us, they'd all hang.

That'd make things even.

Don't sound very even to me.

All right. You guys asked for it.

Now you're gonna get it.

Oh, hello, Shotgun. Did

you find the other one?

- You've got five...

- Shotgun, what are you doing?

Not a false move, either one of you!

It's me! It's me, Shemp!

Hold off!

Stand where you are, you.

Now I know how a frankfurter feels.

Take it off, will you?

- Good work, Shemp, old boy.

- Thanks.

- I got her covered.

- You have.

Get an axe, will you?

Well, I see you got 'em.

Good thing for them I wasn't here.

I'd have blasted 'em.

I'd have filled 'em

full of holes. I'd have...

What's the matter, Cassidy?

Blood.

What's the West coming to?

Moe, what'll we do with the girl?

Oh, throw her to the dogs.

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