My Little Chickadee Page #15

Wait a minute, boys.

Don't be in such a hurry with that rope.

Easy on the proboscis.

Explain it as I would, buttercakes.

- You've got the wrong man.

- You claim you never saw the bandit's face.

How do you know he's not the man?

- After all, he was found with this mask.

- Anyone could have a mask.

I just returned from a masquerade.

I impersonated the Ubangi.

Ridiculous. He just returned from stepping on my face.

They're both lying. She's as bad as he is.

She works hand in glove with him.

Come on, put her in jail and lock her up.

Wait a minute, ladies. I hardly think

it's necessary to lock her up...

if she gives us her word

that she won't leave town.

Leave town?

Are you gonna let her hoodwink you

the way she did in Little Bend?

No!

Lock her up.

- Doing your homework?

- Yup.

Need any help?

Whiskers were always my weakness.

I was just thinking, you look

a lot like President Grant around the edges.

You don't mean that, do you?

You know, I got to admit your whiskers attract me.

Gosh, you are the first pretty woman

what ever took a hankering to me.

You make me feel right pert.

A rendezvous with a goat.

Looks like the late Earl of Muffington.

Honey, I could stand a drink of water.

Go get me one.

Sure will.

That's a good boy.

Now, for being so nice, you can part

the sagebrush and give me a kiss.

Gosh.

Open that door and let me out of here.

Hurry up or I'll blow your ears off.

I've been slickered.

Get in there and keep the Sheriff company.

The literature.

See you later...

Why did you slam the clink on me

and keep me in stir? Is the honeymoon over?

Quiet. I'm doing this for your good.

How can I prove you ain't the bandit

if I'm locked up in there?

I got to be on the outside to do things.

If you break out, too, they'll figure you're

guilty for sure and swing you in the breeze.

Swinging gives me stomachache.

You ain't fooling.

Give me that literature.

A man's got to be plumb crazy

to put a woman like Flower Belle in jail.

She hasn't done anything wrong.

And as for that tenderfoot sheriff...

why, he couldn't keep his nose out of a bottle long enough to hold up a dog's tail,

much less a stagecoach....

Go ahead and hang him if you want

your fun. I got no love for him.

Boss, she's broke jail. She got clean away.

- No.

- What do you know about that?

Now, there's a woman after my own heart.

She even beat me to the draw.

She's in your office now.

Says she's got to see you right away.

She does? I won't keep her waiting none.

- What's up?

- You got to help. I can't stand by and see him hang for that outlaw.

What about this outlaw?

I heard you were friendly with him.

Just a midnight acquaintance.

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