In the Navy Page #6

Grab on and...

Shhh. Don't make any noise. Quiet.

I think I made it.

Quiet! No noise.

Pretty near made it.

Giddyap.

Hey, Smokey.

What's the matter?

How can you sleep like this?

How do you lay down? Lay down.

How do you

straighten this out?

Get over. Okay.

Will you go to sleep?

You wanna wake everybody up?

Go on. I'm comfortable

down here. It's much better.

It's a fine time to be playing

on the deck. Get up in there.

How're you gonna

sleep in a snood?

Quiet! Take it easy.

Now I gotta

saddle it again.

Whoa, boy.

Shh.!

I gotta talk to the horse.

Take it easy.

What in the world are you doing?

Go to sleep.

Whoa, boy. Attaboy.

Whoa. Take it easy.

Shh.

Okay.

Ahhh! Comfortable. Make it?

Good night.

Did you do that?

Do what?

That clicking sound.

I didn't hear no click.

I've been hearing a clicking sound for

a week, ever since we left San Diego.

I must have

a bug in my ear.

Where do all the bugs go

this time of year? Search me.

No, thanks.

I just wondered.

All right, men.

Prepare to wash down.

You too, shorty.

What are you going to do,

take all day?

Come on, get that shirt off.

What happened?

Smokey. Tommy.

Tommy and the girl.

What happened?

The lady photographer?

Yeah.

No!

Shh. Quiet!

Does this happen

to belong to you, sailor?

Thanks, buddy.

Novel idea,

traveling in a potato locker.

Trifle gloomy, isn't it?

Only when you're around.

Who's been hiding you in here? Nobody.

Never mind. Pomeroy's

the only sailor on board...

with so few brains,

outside of yourself.

He's all right. Do you realize the trouble

he'd get into if the captain found out?

Of course you don't.

The only thing you've got on

your silly head is a roll of film.

It's my job. It's not your job to

hound me all the way across the Pacific,

turning a battleship into

a photographer's gallery.

Lucky for all of us we're

only one day from Hawaii.

Then I can develop

my... laundry.

Your laundry?

Oh, your laundry!

Yeah.

Give me those.

I know a safe place for them.

DavyJones's locker.

Please,

can't we talk this over?

Sure, on deck tonight.

We're having a band concert.

I won't be there.

Oh, yes, you will.

Either there or in the brig.

See what I mean, boys?

You mean something like this?

Hey, boys. You, come here.

Come on, come on.

Can you boys do anything

to entertain the men?

Well... If you turn that

band over to us, we can.

The whole band? We used

to have a band back home.

The Tenth Avenue Guttersnipes. Quiet!

All right, all right.! What do

you think I got that medal for?

All right, boys.

You can take over.

From now on,

it's every man for himself.

Don't sink the boat.

Sit down.

Right.

We're in the navy

Watchdogs of liberty

We're in the navy

Scrappy, happy-go-lucky

sons of the sea

First in line

and set to clear the deck

Any galoot who wants a dispute

Will get it in the neck

So gangway

Don't cross our bow

We're in the navy now

Boom, boom, boom, boom

A sailor has to know

when Uncle Sam has got a foe

Who won't behave

he sends the navy

With danger at his side

a sailor guards his country's pride

And on the wave

he is the navy

On the Atlantic

Yeah!

On the Pacific

Yeah!

Whether it's peace whether

it's war the navy's terrific

Wherever the situation's tense

We're the first line

of defense

We're in the navy

Watchdogs of liberty

We're in the navy

Scrappy, happy-go-lucky

sons of the sea

First in line

and set to clear the deck

Any galoot who wants a dispute

will get it in the neck

So gangway

Don't cross our bow

We're in the navy now

On the Atlantic

On the Pacific

Stand clear

Don't cross our bow

We're in the navy

Now

Up!

Whoa! Ooo!

Hey! Hey!

Let go! Back up!

I'm a member.

I'm a member! I'm a member! Come here.

You never told me about

this kind of initiation.

That's what they do

when they cross the equator.

You want to belong

to the Sons of Neptune?

Yeah, but I'm no aviator.

All right.

You passed the blanket test. Now you

have to be passed by the committee.

Ready, committee?

You'll face the committee

right about here.

Right here.

I'm a member!

I'm gonna be

one of you guys.

Pomeroy Watson, before you can become

a member of the Sons of Neptune,

you'll answer this question

truthfully. Yes, sir.

If you had your choice,

what branch of the service would

you prefer... air, land or water?

Gimme the water.

That's a pretty good initiation.

Oh, yeah.

I like it.

Yes.

Does Smokey know anything

about this? Of course not.

Tell me the truth.

Honest.

He don't, huh?

Uh-oh, here he comes.

How would you like to join...

How would you like to join...

He knows.

He doesn't know.

Did you hear that? I heard it,

but he doesn't know. Coincidence.

If you had your choice...

If you had your choice...

He knows it.

He don't know it.

Ask him if he wants to be a Son of Neptune. Ask him

if he wants to be on land, in water, or in the air.

When he says "give me the water,"

give it to him!

Hey, what's this

all about?

All us guys, we belong to

the Sons of Neptune club. Yes.

Ooh. If you want to join, it's okay.

Then Father Neptune

will be your boss.

Neptune will reign over

me? A cloudburst over you.

Don't tip it off.

Ask him the questions.

I don't get it. You should get

it half as good as I got it.

Did you get it?

This ain't perspiration.

No, no. I want it good.

You won't get disappointed.

That's swell. Stand here. Don't go away.

Hold him here.

Shh. Shh. Shh.

I swallowed it.

Uh-uh. Hmm?

Mm-mmm.

Uh-oh.

Mm-mmm!

Uh-uh.

Mmm! Mmm!

Uh-uh! Uh-uh!

Mm-mm-mm-mm!

Mm!

Mm-uh...

Mmm!

Mmm!

Hm-mmm! Mmm-mmm-mmm.

Mmm. Uh-mmm.

Why didn't you say,

"Give me the water"?

Tommy, thank you

for bringing us in here...

so I could see

my girlfriend, Patty.

I'll ask you to do something

for me sometime. Glad to.

It's okay, kid. What are

you eating that skin for?

I like it. With all this

delicious native food around here?

Taste that dish.

What?

Taste that dish.

It's delicious.

How do you like it?

Good.

What are you doing?

Show place

of the island.

I came in here to make an impression with

my girlfriend. Don't give me that stuff.

Boy, that was a beauty. Now, come

on, honey. Let's you and me go places.

No, no, Tommy!

Wait, Tommy.

Tommy, no! I've got to get

that camera away from her.

And get in a fight

with Dynamite?

And give her a chance to take 10 more

pictures of you being dragged to the brig?

Ka-pu, ka-pu

This isn't for a guy

like Toscanini

Or any other

icky Malahini

Ka-pu, ka-pu

Here is a real

Hawaiian treat

With a boogie-woogie beat

It's just an old Hawaiian

hula-ba-luau

Where you can do

a hula creation

With boogie syncopation

that will give you a spin

You want to go and see

a hula-ba-luau

'Cause when you do

a pretty Hawaiian

Will start the grass a-flyin'

and you'll have to join in

They sing to the beat

of the native drum

And the mellow steel guitar

She'll be comin' around

the old volcano when she comes

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