Artists and Models Page #9

from the sticks

And those wise Greenwich guys

really open your eyes

Painting portraits

of their pretty little chicks

So to each creator and imitator

Who daubs and dabbles

with the brushes

For the guys who draw the bunnies

For the Sunday morning funnies

And brighten up the world today

So to each creator and imitator

Who daubs and dabbles

with the brushes

To the gals who look so fetching

To the guys who do the sketching

We'd like to give a hip-hip-hooray

We'd like to tip the old beret

To the artists and the models

Who brighten up the world

Today

I gotta get into my other costume

to meet the Bat Lady.

- Hurry up.

- Here, take that off.

All right.

Get him down the back elevator

immediately.

Leave it to me.

Hey, you're stepping on my tail!

The Bat... The Bat...

- Bat Lady!

- Come to me, darling.

- Come on. There we go.

- Hello, Henrietta.

Eugene?

Hey, Eugene, what are you doing?

Well, if ask me, he's making time

down the back elevator with a bat.

Oh, wonderful.

He went with Bessie. That's great.

- Bessie! What happened?

- Where's that dame?

She stole my clothes.

- They've gone.

- Whoa! I can't go out there like this.

Put this on.

- Did a bat and a fat rat come out?

- They just left in that foreign job.

Come on. Let's get going.

Bessie! Hurry!

- Coming.

- Come on.

Here we are, darling.

Oh, that's nice.

Yeah, but where are we?

Where we can be alone, darling.

Wow! What a place to grow orchids.

Oh, darling, you look so tired.

Why don't we go upstairs

where you can take a nice nap?

Your voice sounds very familiar.

I think we met someplace before.

Here. Now, get to the nearest phone,

call the Secret Service,

- tell them where we are. Come on.

- Yes, sir.

This sure is a cosy place you have here.

This is our little nest.

You could breed locomotives

in this little nest.

- Are you all right?

- I'm all right.

Just get me a new liver, that's all.

Come on. We gotta get over here.

Come, darling. Let's go upstairs.

Come on.

Come, come. Come on.

Oh, boy!

Come on.

Come on.

There.

Here we are.

There.

Oh, you look so tired.

Let me help you with this.

You need some rest.

And by the way, what are you keeping

that mask on for, Miss Bat Lady?

Mystery lends enchantment.

Well, if I want mystery, I watch "Dragnet".

First we'll have a drink, darling.

Here, sit down. I'll be right back.

I'll have celery tonic on the rocks.

This will do it.

To us, darling.

To our troubles.

May they never be little ones.

Are you wearing that mask

because there's something wrong

with your nose, possibly?

There's nothing wrong with my lips.

- There's something wrong.

- What?

Well, when Bessie kisses me,

the tops of my shoes pop open.

- Would you mind if I tried again?

- No.

Thank you.

I'm sorry. Bessie's the one. Sorry.

Well, then I wish you all the luck.

Here is to Bessie.

I'll drink to that. And you're a good loser,

I don't mind telling you.

A real good loser.

To Bessie Sparrowbush.

Well, thank you very much for the drink.

- It was wonderful.

- You're welcome.

- Good night.

- Night.

He's dreaming.

Goosey Goosey, 221.

Freddie Freddie, 711.

Goosey Goosey, Freddie Freddie.

What's this "Goosey Goosey,

Freddie Freddie"?

Goosey Goosey lives

at 221 Appleseed Avenue,

on the corner of Prune Street,

and Freddie Freddie lives

at 711 Cornfield Place

between Succotash Street

and Corn Pone Place.

Eugene, wake up! Eugie, wake up!

You're sleepy. So sleepy.

- Oh, sleepy.

- They're in the garden. Hurry up.

He's up there.

Zuba comes after Vincent.

She sinks her teeth

into his goose feathers.

"What is the formula?" she asks.

She's hurting Vincent's mousetrap.

He has to tell. He has to tell.

- The secret formula is...

- Kangaroo Patrol!

Kangaroo Patrol! Kangaroo Patrol!

K-A-N-G-A-R-O-O!

Ivan! Kurt! Otto! They're up here.

Sorry, we don't need any.

Don't shoot.

Remember, we need his dream.

Where did they go?

They took him away.

He was yelling "kangaroo".

Spread out. Find them.

K-A-N-G-A-R-O-O-O!

K-A-N-G-A-R-O-O-O-O-O.

They're up here. Hurry!

Help! Get me out of here!

Oh, Eugene! Eugene!

Eugene, Eugene, Eugene.

Eugene, please, wake up.

There goes the Sagittarius.

Very good.

No!

Come on. We'll just make it.

When you pretend

The world is gonna shine

Gee whiz!

Divine

And things turn out just fine

She's his

You're mine

There always comes a time

For wedding bells to chime

That's true, my friend

For life is filled with happy endings

When you pretend

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