Wake Island Page #3

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I got it, all right.

Don't worry.

Let me see it.

It's very dangerous to leave

money lyin' around here.

The captain's holding it for me.

Oh, so you don't trust me, huh?

Well, look what we have here.

Well, bless their

sleepy little heads.

Maybe we been talking too loud.

Yeah. Shh.

[ Laughing ]

I hope they can swim.

Attention!

What's this, Sergeant?

That's no way to camouflage a gun.

Whose is it?

Mine, sir.

How long have you been

in the marines, son?

Six months, sir.

That's long enough to know better.

That's Artillery Caton, all right.

Snoopin' around this early, huh?

Things used to be so nice here.

Attention!

This is it.

[ Caton ]

All of it?

All of it.

You could hardly call it

Gibraltar, could you?

Twenty-one feet

at its highest elevation.

And in any sort of a breeze,

my friend, it all shakes.

Well, sir, if the navy has survived,

I guess the marines can.

You know, commander,

my outfit's supposed to be

a defense battalion.

I don't see much to defend here.

As a matter of fact,

not much to defend it with.

Only marines.

Well, now that you've landed,

you'd better get the situation in hand.

We will, sir. Starting straightaway.

I have an inspection in 10 minutes.

All right. Let's shove off.

Right.

[ Humming ]

[ Bugle Blaring ]

You look better than Joe, Skipper.

[ Continues Humming ]

Inspection, 10 minutes.

Listen, slap-happy, you'd

better cut out the spring song

and stand by for inspection.

Why, that ain't spring, Sarge.

That's love.

Trouble with that guy,

he ain't got no finer instincts.

That's how you get to be a sergeant.

The dumber them guys are,

the more stripes they give 'em.

You oughta look like a zebra.

Always got an answer, ain't ya?

[ Chuckles ]

Hey, hey! What's that thing?

That ain't no thing.

It's a dame.

[ Wolf Whistle ]

Could be.

You got it upside-down. There.

I like it better this way.

Listen, soldier. When you act

disrespectful about her,

you're actin' disrespectful about the dame

what's practically Mrs. Aloysius K. Randall.

And I don't like it, see.

Why, you thick-headed clunk.

You mean to tell me you're thinkin'

about gettin' married?

You mean to tell me you've found

a dame that would marry you?

The nuptials is bein' performed

New Year's mornin'.

Besides, dumber lookin' clunks

than me get married.

Name one.

Well--

Why, you--

Get your--

-[ Bugle Call ]

- Hey, come on, you guys! Inspection.

Saved by the bugle again.

Saved from what?

From this.

Oh, there they go again.

Aw, fellas, look!

Come on. Cut it out!

You're gonna get us in a jam again.

Act your age, will ya?

You'll get us in more trouble!

Get away!

[ Skipper Barking ]

Attention!

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