It's a Gift Page #3

There goes another one.

Mr. Muckle, please sit down.

Please.

I want kumquats!

Coming, coming.

Oh.

Almost forgot the chewing gum.

Where's my gum?

Sit down, Mr. Muckle!

Sit down! Sit down!

Ten pounds of kumquats!

Look out!

Um... here's your chewing gum.

Five cents, please.

I'm not gonna lug

that with me. Send it.

Oh, yes. Everett!

Everett!

Oh, no, no. Everett!

Where are you? Here. Take this

over to Mr. Muckle's house.

Jump on your bicycle and run right

away. Now, you're all... Not that way.

Not that way. Here we are.

Here. That's it.

How about my kumquats?

Oh, excuse me. Yes.

How does he rate all this

attention? Who is that man?

The house detective

at the Grand Hotel.

Who's gonna help me

across the street?

That's... Look out.

Coming. Excuse me. Coming.

All right, all right, come on.

All right, all right.

You got that door closed

again, huh? I'm sorry.

What?

I say I'm sorry.

Wait a minute now.

You're all right.

There you are.

Go ahead.

Nothing coming at all.

Street's clear as a whistle.

Mr. Muckle, come back!

Come...

Now, will you get me

my kumquats?

Oh, oh. Yes, yes.

Coming.

Coming, coming.

Almost ran over that

kind, old gentleman.

Hello, John.

Hello, Mrs. Bissonette.

Hi, Jack. Norman, take your

hands off John's car. Come along.

Hello. Where are you going?

Just down to the store.

So am I. I've got to see your dad

about that orange ranch I sold him.

You sold Dad an orange ranch?

Where? Out in California.

And... I'm in an awful mess about it.

I just found out it's no good.

What? Well, you can't

grow oranges on it.

Why, John Durston! Oh, I can fix

it. I'll give him his money back.

Uh, now, what

was that you wanted?

Kumquats.

Ah, yes, kumquats.

Kumquats.

Uh... how do you spell it?

C- U-M-Q-U-A-T-S.

Oh, yes.

C- U-M... Q-

U- A-T-S! Quats! Quats!

Two quats?

No, one quat.

Oh, yes. Q-U-A...

T- S! T-S!

T...

S! S! S!

Oh, yes, I get it.

S- S-S-kumquats. Yes.

Now, uh, let me see.

Uh... yes. Kumquats.

Good gracious! What in the world's

happened here? Harold. Harold.

Hey, Pop, who do you think's

dead? Who do you think's dead?

What?

Who do you think's dead?

Who?

Uncle Bean's dead. Do we

get to go to California now?

I'm not gonna tell you. The last time

I told you, you snitched on me. Get out!

- Harold!

- I wanna tell you something.

Never ride that bicycle in this

store again as long as you live.

Take it outside!

Yes, Mr. Bissonette.

Harold!

I told you before

never to call me Mr. Bissonette...

in front of Mrs. Bissonette.

"Bison-ay. "

Yes, sir.

Harold! Coming, dear. Excuse

me. Sorry. Coming, dear.

Well, Harold, Uncle Bean

passed away this morning.

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