Home On The Range Page #5

[Distant thunder]

-Yee-haw!

-Come on, girls.

[Sniffs] Either

l'm getting good at this...

or his scent

is getting stronger.

Go get him, Maggie.

Look out, Slim!

-No. lt can't be.

-We're on your trail!

Hmm.

[Dramatic music playing]

Hoo hoo!

[Bell clanking]

[All gasp]

GRACE:
Oops.

MRS. CALOWAY:
This has Buck

written all over it.

We're not gonna let

this dumb old trick stop us.

Sooner or later, all these paths

will hook up, and then...

GRACE:
Oh, no, the tracks!

Hurry up, girls.

Don't lose that trail.

What trail?

l can't see anything.

[Thunder]

GRACE:
Look out!

[Dramatic music playing]

Oh! Flash flood!

Get to high ground!

[Thunder]

-Oh.

-Maggie!

Oh!

[Water roaring]

[Screaming]

[Water bubbling]

[Bell clanking]

[Coughing]

[Coughing]

Maggie!

[Coughing]

[Coughing]

[Coughs] No! Come on, girls,

we can't give up!

Maggie, that's enough.

The minute this lets up...

we're heading straight home

to Patch of Heaven.

But what about catching Slim

and collecting the reward?

We never had a prayer...

of catching Slim

in the first place.

This whole ridiculous plan...

is just so you can get revenge

on those cattle rustlers.

Hey!

For your information, duchess...

this whole ridiculous plan

is about us saving our farm.

Huh. Our farm might've had

a fighting chance...

until you came along.

What's that supposed to mean?

Strutting around with

your vulgar show-cow behavior.

Look, l was just having--

Wasting our time

on your foolish plans.

Through the years,

Patch of Heaven...

has survived every hardship

that nature can dish out...

but you, Maggie...

are the biggest catastrophe

to ever hit our farm.

Well, if that's the way

you feel about it...

maybe we should just go

our separate ways.

Now, that's the first

good idea you've ever had.

-Fine!

-Fine!

-Fine!

-Fine!

[Dramatic music playing]

Yeah. Fine.

lt's not like your farm...

was ever gonna feel like home

to me anyways.

[Thundering]

BONNlE RAlTT:

# Rain is pourin' down #

# Like the heavens

are hurtin' #

# Seems like it's been dark

since the devil knows when #

# How do you go on

never knowing for certain #

# Will the sun

ever shine again? #

# Feels like it's been years

since it started to thunder #

# Clouds are campin' out

in the valley and glen #

# How do you go on when

you can't help but wonder #

# Will the sun

ever shine again? #

# What if the rain

keeps fallin'? #

# What if the sky

stays gray? #

# What if the winds

keep squallin' #

# And never go away? #

# Maybe soon the storm

will be tired of blowin' #

# Maybe soon

it all will be over, amen #

# How do you go on if

there's no way of knowin'? #

# Will the sun ever shine? #

# Wish l could say #

[Neighs]

# Send me a sign #

# One little ray #

# Lord,

if you're listenin' #

# How long until then? #

# Will the sun ever shine #

# Again? #

[lnsects buzzing]

[Snores]

Mmm...

Mmm...

Maggie. Maggie. Maggie.

-Wake up.

-Check, please!

lt tasted a lot better

in my sleep.

Well, l suppose

you'll be off now.

-Mm-hmm.

-Where will you go?

Oh, probably check out

the Grand Canyon.

See Utah before l die.

Wait a minute. Where's Grace?

Hi, there.

Boy, am l glad you guys are up.

Hey, come look at this.

What on earth?

Where did all this come from?

Hey, it's green, it's leafy,

and it's free. Shut up and eat.

Good morning, ladies.

l see you're already

tucked into your appetizer.

Never knew a pretty lady

that didn't have an appetite.

Oh, now, see here, you ruffian--

He's not a ruffian,

Mrs. Caloway.

He's a genuine desert shaman--

our very own wise man.

Shaman, chef, chief cook,

and bottle washer.

l'm a jackrabbit of all trades

and at your service.

Folks around these parts

call me Lucky Jack.

Yep, they used to come

from miles around...

just to get one rub

of my lucky rabbit's foot.

Whoo! Dagnabit!

[Blows]

[Steam hisses]

This happens all the time.

Now, where was l?

Ah. Voila.

Now let me just

get this on the fire...

and it'll be ready directly.

Mm-huh. Ow! Yow!

Look, we don't eat meat.

lt's kind of like

a professional courtesy.

Perhaps we'll dine with you

some other time.

You see, Grace and l

are returning to our farm...

to say our last good-byes.

Yeah. We need closure.

Well, l can sympathize there,

sister, l truly can.

Until recently,

l, too, had a home.

Echo Mine it was called.

Us jackrabbits lived there

for generation after generation.

Till some land-grabbing bandit

moved in...

and flushed us out

like yesterday's oatmeal.

Ahem. Excuse us. My good fellow,

we must be on our way.

Wait! There he is!

[Screech]

[Growls]

Aah!

Slim! You mean

this no-good varmint...

is hiding out in Echo Mine

right now?

-Without a doubt.

-Maggie, what are you thinking?

Look, l got a score to settle

with that rhinestone fat boy...

and nothing to lose.

But it'll be dangerous going

after Slim all by yourself.

Hey, l got the rabbit.

That's not all you got, Maggie.

You got us.

Oh, no. No, no, no. No.

We are sticking to our plan

and going home.

Hold on, you two.

As strange as this sounds,

Grace is actually making sense.

-Thank you.

-You want the money...

and l want to get even

with Slim.

The three of us go together,

and we're sure to get him.

Once you collect the reward,

l'll walk out your front gate...

and l'll stay out of it forever.

Deal?

Your powers of persuasion

are uncanny. Deal.

Ha! Bovine bounty hunters!

Now l've seen everything.

Let's get moving, ladies.

Let's get moving, ladies.

Time for an underground

smackdown. Yee-haw!

# Out in the land where

the heroes meet their makers #

# Out in the land where

the hale and hearty fall #

# Out where the fearless

get the shudders #

# Justice is here,

and it's wearing udders #

# Yee-haw!

The cows are walkin' tall #

# Home, home,

this ain't it, pal #

# Home, home,

home on the range #

# Home, home,

better go git, pal #

# Home, home,

home on the range #

SLlM:
OK, boys, let's go

through it one last time.

-Who am l?

-Uncle Slim?

Correct! Heh.

Now, l put on my hat...

then l put on my spectacles--

-Aah! Hey! Who're you?

-Where's Uncle Slim?

Ohh! lt's still me!

Can't you stupid

sack of hammers get it right?

[Train whistle blows]

Oh, the ever-punctual

Mr. Weaseley.

SLlM:

OK, everybody make way...

for the big man

in black market livestock.

[Mooing]

[Hiss]

[Coughs]

-Aah!

-Hey, who're you?

WESLEY:
All right, come on!

Move it, Bessie, or

l'll tan your hides right here.

l--hey, hey, hey!

Watch the suit! Watch the suit!

Feast your eyes.

as promised, Mr. Weaseley.

The name's Wesley.

So, Slim, what do you say

we get a move on...

and load these cash cows

onto the train A.S.A.P., huh?

[Snaps] Let's go.

Yes, yes, of course. Just as

soon as l finish counting. Hmm.

GRACE:
Lucky Jack, you did it!

We're here!

MRS. CALOWAY:
Well,

l take my hat off to you, Jack.

But you've got us here

in one piece.

Well, seein' is believin'.

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