The Greatest Show on Earth Page #2

Well, I dont like it, John.

Thank you, gentlemen. That's it.

And youd better 'start

worrying about Seba'stian.

- Let me 'show you...

- You try to give...

I cant believe it.

Hey, Lucky, keep tho'se cat's covered

when you move them.

Okay, Mr Braden.

- Brad?

- Yeah?

You know Seba'stian only work's

in the centre ring.

I know it.

Id rather crawl in that cage of cat's

than have to tell Holly

'she's out of the centre ring.

So would I.

You can blame me if you want to.

Thank's, but it's my medicine. Ill take it.

Come on, boy. Come on.

Hey, Tuffy, off your back

and on your toe's.

And give me

a little more 'slack thi's time.

You got ample rope now for a hanging.

One more and lm going to do

without the mechanic.

No deal. Ill put up a net.

What do you think I am, a fi'sh?

You better u'se a net for thi's one,

or youll break your neck,

and Brad will break mine.

Now dont get 'sentimental, Tuffy.

Come on, let's go.

If Brad 'see's thi's,

hell chew your ear's off.

Snap your leg's now.

All the way together, Lena.

Point your toe's, Janet.

A little more curve.

Relax, relax.

- Any new's?

- Nope.

Come on, now. Let's get over it.

Fa'ster, Loni, fa'ster.

What give's, Button's?

Holly's hatched up a new hair-rai'ser

for that centre 'spot.

Quiet around the centre ring!

Everybody, 'still a minute, plea'se!

Time...

Terrific, Holly!

Pretty good.

Hi, Brad. Do you like it?

You try it again and III ground you.

It's the fini'sh on my new act.

Itll fini'sh you and your act.

Dont you want to 'see it once more?

No. Come on down.

Okay, youre the bo's's. Watch it, Tuffy.

Here I come.

- Oh, brother.

- Hey, look it.

- Down on 'second's.

- Put it in the act, Holly.

That ankle drop i's out.

I want you all in one piece.

That's for making the big bra's's

give u's a full 'sea'son.

You got that trapeze

wired for 'sound, pigeon?

But youre the kind of fellow

who could talk anybody into anything.

- You did, didnt you?

- Yeah.

Hey, kid's, Brad fixed it.

Were gonna play the full 'sea'son!

Come on!

Did you hear that, Klau's?

The full 'sea'son!

Down, move down.

Make him put me down, Klau's.

Why?

Do I have to have an excu'se

to leave the room?

You know, I think it i's the trou'ser's.

Wherever there are trou'ser's, you go.

- Full 'sea'son, Loni.

- Oh! He filled it.

The full 'sea'son will buy me

a 'sable-dyed rabbit coat.

What you have on, I like.

Well, 'sugar, like it a little farther away.

- No layoff, Buzzy!

- Tell him, Dai'sy.

Were hitting the 'stick's.

Terrific.

Okay...

A full 'sea'son, i'snt that 'swell?

Youre wonderful!

All right, quiet down, everybody.

Quiet down!

Now, li'sten, and get thi's, all of you.

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