Tom and Huck Page #2

- Oh, no.

No, Mr. Dobbins, please.

You wouldn't make me sit with the girls.

[ Students Giggling ]

Once again,

Thomas Sawyer...

you have outsmarted yourself.

[ Chuckling ]

[ Giggling ]

Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh.

Grade seven's green book.

[ Moans ]

"A Missouri Maiden's Farewell

to Alabama. '"

"Alabama, good-bye.

I love thee well.

""For yet, for a while

do I leave thee now.

""Sad? Yes.

""Sad thoughts of thee

my heart doth swell...

""and burning recollections

from my brow.

""For I have wandered through...

""thy flowery woods.

""Have roamed and read here

Tallapoosa's stream.

Have listened

to Tallahassee's--'"

- [ Bell Ringing ]

- [ Mr. Dobbins ] Who belongs to this peach?

Becky Thatcher,

do you belong to this peach?

You will not abandon unconsumed food

in my school. Do you hear?

- Whoa!

- [ Water Splashes ]

Whew!

Hello, Huck.

Hello, yourself,

and see how you like it.

Whatcha doin' here?

Lookin' for jackasses.

Under a bridge?

- I found one, didn't I? [ Laughing ]

- [ Laughing ]

You gonna let her

do that to you?

It's 'cause she likes me.

- She pushes you off a bridge

'cause she likes you?

- Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

I think

you're both crazy.

Hey, Huck, what you got

in the sack?

A dead cat.

Wagon run over him.

Guts come out both ends.

[ Coughs ]

What's a dead cat good for?

To cure warts with.

I got one.

How's it work?

You take your dead cat to the graveyard

on the day somebody wicked's been buried.

When the devil comes,

you heave your dead cat at him and say...

""Devil follow corpse.

Cat follow devil.

Warts follow cat.

I'm done with you.''

- That'll fetch any wart.

- Sounds right.

- So when you gonna try?

- Tonight.

Let me go with ya, Huck.

You might get scared.

I ain't scared of nothin'.

[ Wolf Howling ]

[ Huck Making

Eerie Sounds ]

Dead seems kinda lively tonight,

don't they?

Baah!

[ Doc Robinson ]

Be careful.!

Hmm.

[ Mumbling ]

- [ Huck ] Who are they?

- [ Tom ] The two on the right ain't so bad.

The skinny one's Doc Robinson,

and the fat one's Muff Potter.

Muff wouldn't hurt a fly.

That third fellow there?

- That's Injun Joe.

- Injun Joe?

You know him?

Let's just say

I met him once...

and I ain't in a hurry

to meet him again.

They're goin' for

one of them old graves.

[ Grunting ]

[ Shovel Thumping ]

[ Doc Whispering ]

That's it. That's it.

W-Would it be all right...

if we stopped for a...

a little libation?

- What?

- I need me a drink.

No! Haul it up!

And hurry.

Yep.! C'mon, c'mon.

Pry it up. Tip it over.

Murrell!

One-eyed Murrell? My God!

[ Chuckles ]

Put the coffin back.

Cover up your tracks.

- Hey, not so fast.

- Get your hands off me.

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