Road to Morocco

''Flash! The freighter,

Star of Capetown,

''was sunk today off

the north coast of Africa...

''by a mysterious explosion.

''All hands accounted for

with the exception of...

two unidentified

stowaways.''

Look at us.

Two on a raft,

sunny side up.

''I'll tell you how to get home.

We'll stow away,'' you said.

''No, sir,'' I said.

''Don't be a sap,'' you said.

''We're stowing away,

and that's that,'' you said.

''No, sir.''

Yak-yak-yak.

What a brilliant

conversationalist you are!

I took one look at that

crate and knew it would

blow up in our faces.

Wait till they find out who

was smokin' in the powder room.

Never mind that.

Look at us--

Food gone,

water gone.

What's that bulge

in your pocket?

Oh, that's--

Yeah, that.

That's an old

tobacco pouch.

When did you

start smokin' a pipe?

Ever since this morning,

cigarettes make me nervous.

You went to the store

and got tobacco?

You notice--

That's clever.

Come on, dig.

Hand it over here.

Let's see, reach.

Ohhh!

I forgot.

Surprised?

I figure two of'em for

one of us is better...

than one of'em

for two of us.

You can spit

your teeth in there.

Just dunk it lightly.

Well,Junior,

we gotta face it.

We may be days and days

without seeing a ship or land.

We're gonna get

mighty hungry.

- What do you mean, get hungry?

- We'll toss a coin.

What's the date?

Hea--

1910!

Pretty close...

1911 .

That's the way it goes--

somebody loses, somebody wins.

So you win the nickel!

See if you can find any

white meat on that buffalo.

I got a T.L. for you.

We tossed for something

much deeper than that.

I remember a story

about two fellows like us,

castaways.

They tossed a coin, too.

Uh-huh.

They figured there's no use

both of them starving.

Naturally.

The fellow who survived used

to tell his grandchildren

about his pal's sacrifice.

That's very--

Wait a minute.

What pal's sacrifice?

I don't know, though.

You should've

eaten more oatmeal.

You're kind of scrawny.

I don't think you'd

do me more than a week,

and there's no icebox aboard.

Jeff, you're losing

your buttons.

You mean, you'd eat me,

without vegetables?

Calm down,Junior.

I'm not gonna do

anything right away.

I might not do

anything for a week.

Not until I get desperate.

You wouldn't like me.

Once I bit my tongue

and I tasted awful.

Help!

Jeff, don't--

Turkey, look!

Am I seeing things?

What?

What is that

over there?

Land! Land!

We're saved!

We're saved!

Yo-ho!

Yo-ho!

Hey! Hey!

A submarine!

Man the pumps!

Man the pumps!

Last stop!

Got a stone

in my shoe.

Wait a minute!

I hope Aunt Lucy's

lookin' down...

and seein' the way

you're treating me.

You gonna stuff

Aunt Lucy down

my throat again?

Never mind. She saw you tossin'

the coin and lickin' your chops.

You're certainly sloughing off

your promise to her.

Aunt Lucy... I can see her now

lying on her dying bed...

lookin' at you with those

big, trusting eyes.

''Before I go,Jeff, promise me

one thing,'' she said.

''Promise me you'll always be

a friend to little Orville.

''No matter what happens, you'll

never leave the little jerk.

Promise me,Jeff.

Promise me,'' she said.

Then she up and died before

I had a chance to say no.

Shh!

Who you shushing?

What's the matter?

I hope she didn't hear.

The dead have a way

of comin' back.

When they're dead,

they're dead.

Not Aunt Lucy.

She was a Republican.

Okay,Junior,

I'm sorry.

I guess I shouldn't

have said that.

You know how

I feel about ya.

I guess in my own way

I sorta love you.

All right, but you don't

have to slobber all over me.

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