The Adventures of Huck Finn

My name's Huck... Huck Finn, and this

story's about me and a slave named Jim.

It's mainly the truth. Oh, sure,

there's a few stretchers here and there,

but I never met anybody who didn't lie

a little when the situation suited him.

So kick off your shoes,

if you're wearin' 'em,

and get ready

for a spit-lickin'good time.

Come on, Finn!

Hit me! Come on!

Come on, Finn!

Come on!

Come on, Finn!

Come on! Let's go!

Hit me! Hit me! Come on!

- Hit me! Afraid of me?

- That all you got?

Come on...

Knock him

into Tuesday, Huck!

- Ahhh! Ahhh!

- Oooh!

Ahhhhhh!

- Go for the glory, Huck!

- Yeah, go for the glory!

Personally I can't see no glory

in punching an ignorant lard ass.

But... I gots to.

- Pap.

- Come on! What're you doin', Huck?

I whooped him!

I whooped him good!

- Hey, Louise! Is Jim home?

- Hello, Huckleberry.

- Hey. Thanks.

- My husband's in the cabin.

Ohhh! I'm startin'to lose

the vision. I'm startin'to lose...

It's goin' and it's goin'!

Ahhh, now it's comin' back.

It's comin' back now.

- Aaah!

- Hey, everybody.

Hey, Sam. Hey, Otis.

Hey, Huck.

- Sorry for bustin' in, Jim.

- That's all right.

- But I need some advice on my futures.

- What kinda advice you need?

Pap's back.

Are you sure? 'Cause he ain't

been seen for more than a year now.

I saw his boot print,

the cross made with nails.

To ward off the devil.

Yeah, that's your pap, all right.

- I need to know what he's gonna do and

how long he's gonna stay. - Now hold on.

I ain't never done this

for no white folks before.

I-I-I don't even know

if it's gonna work.

Give you some marbles.

Maybe it wouldn't hurt to try.

Thanks, Jim.

- What in hell's bells is that?

- Hair ball... from a ox!

Puked it up just the other day.

- That'll tell me my future?

- Shhh!

Spirit lives on the inside of it.

Yeah. Uh-huh.

Uh-huh.

Ya don't say?

No! Not to my good friend

Mr. Finn here!

No!

Your old Pap got two spirits

hoverin' around him.

A sweet one with wings

and a mean one with horns.

Sometime he listen to the good one,

and sometime he listen to the bad one.

The good spirit tell 'im

to leave you alone,

but the bad one tells him

to come and get ya!

Now, the hair ball

don't know...

which spirit gonna be

the most convincin'.

It says that your future...

is driftin' like...

the river.

When your Pap's around...

he always beatin' on you, ain't he?

Yeah...

when he can catch me.

Well, the hair ball thinks that maybe

you ought to skedaddle for a while.

At least until after

your Pap goes away again.

Come tomorrow morning, they'll be

talkin' about me in the past tense.

Jim was owned

by Miss Watson, and about a year ago...

Miss Watson and her sister,

the Widow Douglas, took me in.

They wanted to civilize me, which most

people thought was a right nice idea.

But seein'as how I'm so ignorant

and kinda low-down and ornery...

- Huckleberry!

- You come in here!

- it wasn't workin'out real well.

- You missed dinner.

- You'll go to bed hungry.

- So if ya starve to death by mornin'...

- we'll lay your carcass out for

the birds to eat. - Oh, my land!

- What happened to your eye?

- How'd ya get that shiner?

I saw a blind man

walkin'down the street...

when all of a sudden a gang

of thieves jumped out and grabbed him.

Well, I tried to stop 'em,

but bein'so little and all,

they just walloped me

in the eye and ran off.

That the same gang of thieves who stole

your school books last week?

Yep, same gang.

You told us you whopped 'em so bad

they was never comin' back!

I-I did. But this time

they brung reinforcements.

Hey, where is your fancy school clothes,

Huckleberry! What are these rags?

You played hooky, didn't ya?

No, ma'am.

I went to school.

And on my way home, I ran into a poor

mother with her ten poor children.

Last week that poor mother

only had eight children.

- Well, now she's got two more.

- Uh-huh.

- Anyways, I gave 'em my fancy clothes

to help 'em stay warm. - Hmm!

You sweet child!

I knew we could change him.

I just knew it.

- Why, he's downright chivalrous.

- Why, he's downright nauseous.

And for being so chivalrous, I'm going

to clean you up and dress you up...

and give you something to eat

before evening prayers.

Meow!

Meow.

- Shhh!

- Come on down, Huck.

Aw, hell.

I should've known better.

I should've finished packing and

ran away right then. But no,

I had to go sneak out and play

with my friends one last time.

Little did I know... that that one

mistake was gonna change my life forever.

- Goin' somewhere?

- Maybe I am, and maybe I ain't.

Don't you give me none of your lip!

I don't wanna wake

anybody up just yet.

But you move, and

I'll wail ya good.

Well, looks like you put on considerable

many frills since I've been away.

I hear ya can read and write.

Who told you to meddle in such

highfalutin foolishness anyhow?

The widow told me.

- I'll wail you good for meddlin'

in something like that!

Pretty soon you'll be taking up

religion like your ma did.

Would you leave Ma out of this?

She's dead and you better...

Don't you sass me,

or you'll be joinin' her!

Well, ain't you

the sweet-scented dandy!

With your polished clothes

and your nice bed.

I never seen such a son as you!

Well, I'm not gonna stand for it.

Leave me alone! Let me go!

- You're comin' with me!

- Let me go!

- Oh!

No!

- Let me go! Let me go!

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