Toby Tyler, or Ten Weeks with a Circus Page #5

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You're just a bad beginner.

What, can not distinguish between money

from a piece of metal?

Sorry, Mr. Tupper.

I do not know much about the money.

Do not know?

Okay, I'll teach you.

Lesson number one.

I'm going to replace your

earned five pence a piece of it.

Yes, sir.

And what do I do with these?

- Where did you get them?

- They are superfluous.

When I wanted to give them back

They said:
"Let the change itself."

This is a guy, what a circus is called

"Tip."

- Understand?

- No.

Well.

There is an old circus rule.

All gratuities belong

chief butler.

And this is me.

- Yes, sir.

But if you tell

their tips,

I share with you equally.

So, dime me

Five - you.

Thank you, sir.

But you must promise me,

that our agreement will remain confidential.

You see, in the circus world to do

pretend that you - a heavy man.

I do not want me thinking

if I slug.

And now let's get business

and take away all there.

You little ...

Mr. Tupper will kill me.

I want you to be sick!

That you got sick and turned green.

- He was terribly sick, right?

- Well, it's just not very good looking.

It was my fault.

I do not want him to

so very ill.

This guy will eat anything.

Sometimes I think he's ostrich family.

Let's see.

Car keys.

Stud.

Comb?

- A piece of rope.

- You frightened me.

Do not worry about this guy.

You can not do anything to him ...

He almost Nehru ...

indestructible.

- You do nothing.

- Do you think you can cure it?

Is what I do.

Reliable old remedy.

Castor oil.

Give him a spoon,

and I also give him a little.

God, I wanted us to him

became friends.

He never for me it is not

forgive.

Hold tight.

Do not let him bite.

That's it.

Do not let go.

That's right, that's right.

Hold him tight.

I would not want to put him

back into the monkey cage.

Perhaps it would be correct,

so that night he was warm.

There. Wrap it in it.

Perhaps he can now

sleep with me.

It is better to ask Ben.

He is responsible for the monkeys.

Thank you, Mr. Treat.

Good night.

We'll be friends, however,

Stubbs?

Stubbs?

Why Mr. Stubbs?

He reminds me of the old

Mr. Stubbs.

He manages the store

where I lived.

Yes, sir, we'll be real friends.

We, Mr. Stubbs.

I do not understand

as you dragged me into it.

The Colonel Castle

there is rule number one:

"Animals should ride in the cells

where they belong. "

Do not you see that it is already

better looking?

- In the morning he will feel just as always.

- It would be nice.

Giddap! Let's go!

Toby, get up.

Get up.

- What time is it?

- It's late. Wagon with a rope broke.

Maybe I should

find Mr. Tapper.

- He will be looking for me.

- Sit down.

We'll go to the parade right in Vudveyl.

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