The Apple Dumpling Gang Rides Again Page #4

on that Mr. Hitchcock feller.

He's gonna be ridin' all over

the country lookin' for

two dudes with checkered vests...

not a couple

ofhard cases like us.

I'd say

we got it pretty soft.

Even be better

if we had something to eat.

Don't worry about that

right now.

We just lay low

in this old barn till dark...

then we just slip out of town

and mosey off to other parts.

Ain't no way we're gonna be

tied up with that bank robbery.

[Braying]

- [Theodore]

Clarise?

- Clarise!

Now, wait.

Don't be mean to her.

That's our way

out of town.

Listen, people seen her

hightail it out with that bank money.

Now she comes follerin'you

around like a hungry pup.

It ain't gonna take Woolly Bill

long to put two and two together.

- Who's the other two?

- You and me and two ropes, that's who.

We gotta get rid of your mule

and ditch that bank money.

- I thought you said

we was goin' straight.

- Hush up. Let me think.

- Hey, Pard.

- Huh?

Is this how

you make a capital T?

What are you doin'?

- What's the capital T for?

- Theodore.

Don't put my name on it,

ya strawhead.

Just say, "Here's your money back,

and we're sorry we caused you

any inconvenience."

All right. Okay, that's, uh,

in... uh, incon...

Inconve... Inconven...

Uh, could I just say,

"No hard feelings"?

- Just forget that for now

and help me with this. Come on.

- Right.

[Grunting]

- You sure this is gonna work?

- You bet it's gonna work.

I got this figured out

real scientific-like.

Now, when I count to three,

we drop the bags, they swing

right through the bank door...

and Woolly Bill's got

his money back.

- That's as easy as fallin' off a log.

- Don't say that.

You ready?

One, two...

- Oh, I forgot the note.

- Three-ee-ee.

- [Theodore Screaming]

- Where ya goin'?

[Screaming Continues]

[Belches]

- [Screaming]

- I'll get ya. I got... Hey!

- [Screaming]

- Watch the window!

[Screaming]

- Give me your hand.

Give me your other hand.

- Hold me!

- Come on.

- Hold me, Amos, hold me.

Whoa!

[Groaning]

- [Man] Looks like his neck.

- [Man #2] Hey, Marshal,

let me help you here.

Don't touch me.

[Groaning]

He looks like

he's plumb hurt.

- [Muttering]

- Better get a doctor.

- [Grunting]

- I gotcha.

He got the money back,

just like you said he would.

- Yeah. Let's get out of here.

- Huh? Yeah.

- We're with you, Woolly.

- [Groaning]

[Grunts]

Thank you.

Yes, sir. We gotta

believe in this man.

- Get back.

- I don't see Clarise nowhere.

Will you forget about

that donkey?

We gotta put some distance

between us and this town...

or it's gonna be

our permanent residence.

And I mean permanent.

Follow me.

[Crowd Murmuring]

[Woman]

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