The Apple Dumpling Gang Page #3

any one of these

offenses can make you...

the exalted guest of

honor at a hemp party.

uh... no, i'd

say you'd best...

keep these youngsters

or provide...

for their safekeeping.

well, it's time i was

getting back to my barbershop.

oh, and, uh, donavan,

i wouldn't go on no

long rides if i was you.

no. no.

when are we gonna eat?

- uh, just... just a little while now.

oh!

clovis don't like to

be touched. don't he?

nope.

now what?

- clovis, now put it back!

come on, you two.

clovis, give it to me.

i mean it! no more playing

around the fire. gimme it!

will you stop? now listen to

me. i don't want any more...

clovis don't like to be...

i know. clovis don't

like to be touched.

gimme it, clovis. will

you stop? give me that.

let me see what

the fuss is about.

"commodore mine,

december 3, 1871."

commodore's our mine now.

- well, it's just an old ore sample.

is it valuable?

- if it was, it wouldn't be here.

our dad said there's gold

in the commodore mine.

everyone says there's

gold in their mine.

what's that? it's

salt pork... i think.

it looks like fat.

- well, whatever it is, it's dinner.

that's dinner?

- that's dinner.

couldn't you make us

apple dumplings instead?

no. why not?

because even if i could

make apple dumplings,

i wouldn't make them

for you or anybody else.

bobby? it's raining

on celia again.

then move celia again!

there's no more dry places

to move her. bobby, w...

oh, no, not my salt pork.

what have i done

to deserve this?

who are you talking to?

it doesn't matter.

i don't think he's

listening to me anyway.

evenin'. had some

extra son-of-a-gun stew.

was either throw it

out or bring it up here.

huh. stopped raining.

you know, it's really

amazing. what is?

the way those kids

settled right down for you.

well, when you're

dead on your feet and

you get your belly

full, you get sleepy.

what's amazing about that?

- oh, you underestimate yourself.

i think i can say

without hesitation...

that was the best son-of-a-gun

stew that i've ever had.

really? yeah, and you saw the way

the kids polished off their plates.

you know,

i think it's a crime...

that someone with

your culinary talent...

well, i guess you'd really

have to call it magic...

hasn't a family

to share it with.

you tryin' to dump those kids on

me, or you workin' on somethin' else?

i am merely trying

to point out...

that you have a natural

way with children.

you're barkin' up the

wrong tree, mister.

my advice to you is, get yourself

a job and look after your kids.

they're not my kids!

- yes, they are,

till you find somebody else

to take 'em off your hands.

night.

it's dripping on me again.

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