Tom Sawyer & Huckleberry Finn Page #3

- Oh, damn!

- Huck, are you sure you

can keep a lid on this?

- Now, Tom, you know we got

to keep a lid on this.

We have to.

If the devil Injun Joe finds

out that we ratted him out,

he don't get hung,

he'll snuff us out for sure.

We don't want that.

- Huck, we need to swear

not to tell a soul

a single word.

- I swear.

- So just repeat after me.

Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer...

- "Huck Finn and

Tom Sawyer..."

- ...solemnly swear to keep

their traps shut...

- "...s... uh, so...

solemnly swear

to keep their

traps shut..."

- ...and not to tell a

single, solitary soul...

- "...and not to tell a

single, solitary soul..."

- ...a single word.

- "...a single word."

- Unless they want to die

in their tracks and rot.

- "Unless they... " Well, that

last part's kind of rough,

- don't you think there, Tom?

- Needs to be.

- Finally, I caught you.

Young man,

this deserves punishment.

You will paint the

picket fence tomorrow.

- The whole fence?!

- Yes, picket by picket.

- Starboard! Starboard!

Hey, buddy.

Hey, my friend, heh.

That's a pretty tough job, huh?

So... I'm going

swimming, you know?

Wouldn't you not

like to come along?

Nah, what am I thinking?

Tom Sawyer'd prefer to work.

- You calling that work?

- So, are... are you

saying that...

that's not work,

what you got

going on right there?

- Maybe.

Maybe not.

I don't know.

But, I do know that I'm

having the time of my life.

- Come on, Tom Sawyer,

cut it out.

You're really trying to tell

me that you're having fun?

- Well, believe it or not,

I'm having a lot of fun.

You know, you don't

get the opportunity

to paint a picket fence

every day.

You just don't have

the chance to have this much fun.

You know what I mean,

booga-bean?

- Ha, Tom.

My good, good friend.

I... could I, uh, think I...

think I might, uh...

Mind if I give it a try?

- Nuh-uh, Ben,

buddy man.

Auntie Polly is real particular

about how it's done

and about who do it, too.

She is proud of her

picket fence.

This is precision

work right here.

This white picket fence

is out here through thick

and through thin.

I really don't think that

there is one in 1,000

who can do this job the way

it's meant to be done.

Well, maybe one

in 2,000, maybe.

- Now, come on,

give me the brush.

I'll give you a piece

of my apple, 'kay?

- Now, come on, Ben.

What kind of fair

sportsmanlike is that?

What is an apple against

a whole picket fence?

- Okay, then,

I'll give you my shirt.

- No, Ben, I do not

want your shirt.

I do not want your shirt.

- Okay, Tom Sawyer.

I'm gonna make you an offer

that you can't squawk at.

I know just how much you

want a switchblade knife

just like mine.

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