There Was a Crooked Man...

Folks, keep your eyes on this poor man

with the mind of a backward boy.

He cannot utter the simplest word.

He cannot hear the loudest sound.

Dudley there was born a mongolian idiot.

A common mule had more reason

for being in this world.

But the hand of Providence...

...guided this stray lamb

to the Calvary Mission...

...where his remarkable talents

began to blossom.

Thank you, ma'am.

Bless you, ma'am. Thank you, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Every little offering helps. Thank you.

I thank you, friends, I thank you.

Your unbounded generosity will be known

all the way to Racine, Wisconsin.

In gratitude for your kindness...

...the Calvary Mission

for the deaf and dumb...

...would like to present to you...

...Dudley's beautiful rendition

of Moses and the burning bush.

And I take great pleasure in handing over

this inspirational subject...

...on your behalf

to United States Marshal Johnson.

Jumping Jesus, my heinie!

My heinie's on fire!

My heinie's on fire!

- You sleep late.

- I work late.

That's why I'm here.

Make it easy on yourself.

If you stay in town, I'll have to arrest you.

There'll be a trial, you'll get six months.

I guarantee it.

On the other hand,

I'll give you two hours to get out.

Sheriff.

Maybe we could talk this over.

Now you've got one hour.

Herr Sheriff. Herr Sheriff. Robbed.

Robbed, I just got. In broad daylight.

- Who did it?

- Robber, who else?

He went into the saloon.

Floyd Moon.

Floyd, you're in a little trouble.

Don't make it worse.

Give me your gun.

Come on, Floyd. Hand over your gun.

Your gun, Floyd.

I want you to give it to me.

Sure, sheriff. Anything you say.

All right, out.

Get out of there!

All right, one, two, three,

four, five, six, follow me.

Welcome to the territorial prison,

gentlemen.

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