The Apple Dumpling Gang Rides Again Page #2

I don't tolerate hooligans

and rowdies.

And any cowboy...

who tries to hooraw this town...

will not live to regret it.

[Giggling]

Ladies.

[Boy]

Marshal Hitchcock, sir?

He's so handsome!

[Murmuring, Giggling]

- Who is that?

- Who's that?

Only Woolly Bill Hitchcock,

the fastest-shootin', toughest

marshal in the country.

You cross horns with him,

he'll track you to your grave.

What do you think?

Oh, we got nothin'

to worry about.

We're law-abidin'

citizens now.

Matter of fact,

first thing we're gonna do

is open a bank account.

Now, is that different

than openin' a safe?

- Come on.

- Probably.

Well, looks solid enough.

Couple of pilgrims

out front.

- Well, take what we got

and let's get out of here.

- In a minute.

I never made money

so fast in my life.

They're comin' in.

All right, don't get walleyed.

You'll smoke out Woolly Bill.

Close the door.

Come on!

[Man]

Help you gentlemen?

Yes. We'd like to make

one of them, uh...

deposits.

How much you want to donate...

deposit?

The whole kit

and caboodle:
$230.

- That much, huh?

- And, uh...

we want

a "recipe" for that.

You're nobody's fool.

I can see that.

Any time you gentlemen want

your money back, you just...

bring in this slip, and it'll be

cheerfully refunded...

- with interest.

- [All Laughing]

We're on our way

now, Pard.

[Man] Come on, Wes. Let's get

that money transferred.

Howdy.

- Howdy.

- Our president. A real go-getter.

- Give me a hand, Wes.

- You grab those two.

[Grunting]

Pleasure doin' business

with you gentlemen.

[Amos]

Thank you.

Wh-Where are you going

with the money?

Don't like to keep

too much cash in one place.

Just not good business.

[Man]

I told you you was tryin'

to take too much.

These horses got

all they can carry.

Put the rest on that jackass

and let's get outta here.

You know somethin'?

They forgot to stamp the date on there.

- Mm-hmm.

- I'll get that.

[Woman]

Help! Help! Help!

They're robbin' the bank!

The bank's been robbed!

Oh, blow it out your ear,

sheep lover!

[Gunfire]

Look out!

[Screams]

[Screaming Continues]

Look what you've done!

What do you mean? If it hadn't

been for me, you'd have been

trampled by those horses.

A train would have been

preferable to you!

Now get off of me!

- Well, let me give you a hand.

- [Screams]

- Let me get your bags.

- No!

Doesn't anybody understand

what I'm trying to tell ya?

- The bank has been...

- Calm down, woman.

While you have been

wearing out your mirror,

the bank's been robbed.

They went thataway, stupid!

Amos, we have been taken.

They stole every red cent

in this bank, includin' ours.

I'm gonna go report this to that

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