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Put it in there.

Whew!

Now, uh, what can I do...

What can I do for you? Have

you got any chewing gum?

Uh... yes, we have... Um...

yes, we have. Yes, we have.

How about my kumquats?

- Coming, coming, coming.

Now, you just sit... Now, you sit right here

till I come back. I'll bring it right back to you.

Sit right there.

Please sit there

till I come back.

I'll have those kumquats

in a minute.

I wonder what kind of gum

he wants. I guess that...

Sit down, Mr. Muckle!

Sit down, sit down.

Sit down, Mr. Muckle.

Sit down.

Won't be a second, now. Sit

down. Sit down, Mr. Muckle, honey.

Sit down. Oh, that's broke.

I'll have to get it fixed.

I'll be right with you.

Don't go away.

Here we are. Sit down, Mr.

Muckle. Sit down, honey.

Wait a second.

Kumquats!

Coming. Now, you'll get the

"komkuts... " the kumquats.

Whew!

Will you... Would you mind telling Mr.

Muckle... Never mind. I'll tell him.

Sit down, Mr. Muckle,

please, dear!

I'm being polite with him.

Sit down.

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!

Put it down, Mr. Muckle.

Put it down, honey.

Put it down, please. Mr...

There goes another one.

Mr. Muckle, please sit down.

Please.

I want kumquats!

Coming, coming.

Oh.

Almost forgot the chewing gum.

Where's my gum?

Sit down, Mr. Muckle!

Sit down! Sit down!

Ten pounds of kumquats!

Look out!

Um... here's your chewing gum.

Five cents, please.

I'm not gonna lug

that with me. Send it.

Oh, yes. Everett!

Everett!

Oh, no, no. Everett!

Where are you? Here. Take this

over to Mr. Muckle's house.

Jump on your bicycle and run right

away. Now, you're all... Not that way.

Not that way. Here we are.

Here. That's it.

How about my kumquats?

Oh, excuse me. Yes.

How does he rate all this

attention? Who is that man?

The house detective

at the Grand Hotel.

Who's gonna help me

across the street?

That's... Look out.

Coming. Excuse me. Coming.

All right, all right, come on.

All right, all right.

You got that door closed

again, huh? I'm sorry.

What?

I say I'm sorry.

Wait a minute now.

You're all right.

There you are.

Go ahead.

Nothing coming at all.

Street's clear as a whistle.

Mr. Muckle, come back!

Come...

Now, will you get me

my kumquats?

Oh, oh. Yes, yes.

Coming.

Coming, coming.

Almost ran over that

kind, old gentleman.

Hello, John.

Hello, Mrs. Bissonette.

Hi, Jack. Norman, take your

hands off John's car. Come along.

Hello. Where are you going?

Just down to the store.

So am I. I've got to see your dad

about that orange ranch I sold him.

You sold Dad an orange ranch?

Where? Out in California.

And... I'm in an awful mess about it.

I just found out it's no good.

What? Well, you can't

grow oranges on it.

Why, John Durston! Oh, I can fix

it. I'll give him his money back.

Uh, now, what

was that you wanted?

Kumquats.

Ah, yes, kumquats.

Kumquats.

Uh... how do you spell it?

C- U-M-Q-U-A-T-S.

Oh, yes.

C- U-M... Q-

U- A-T-S! Quats! Quats!

Two quats?

No, one quat.

Oh, yes. Q-U-A...

T- S! T-S!

T...

S! S! S!

Oh, yes, I get it.

S- S-S-kumquats. Yes.

Now, uh, let me see.

Uh... yes. Kumquats.

Good gracious! What in the world's

happened here? Harold. Harold.

Hey, Pop, who do you think's

dead? Who do you think's dead?

What?

Who do you think's dead?

Who?

Uncle Bean's dead. Do we

get to go to California now?

I'm not gonna tell you. The last time

I told you, you snitched on me. Get out!

- Harold!

- I wanna tell you something.

Never ride that bicycle in this

store again as long as you live.

Take it outside!

Yes, Mr. Bissonette.

Harold!

I told you before

never to call me Mr. Bissonette...

in front of Mrs. Bissonette.

"Bison-ay. "

Yes, sir.

Harold! Coming, dear. Excuse

me. Sorry. Coming, dear.

Well, Harold, Uncle Bean

passed away this morning.

Aww, that's terrible.

Yes. This is

the telegram, huh?

"Amelia Bissonette,

27 Clint Avenue... "

Don't read the address.

What? No.

"Uncle Bean passed away

at 5:
15 this morning. Stop. "

It seems he was getting better, but

he attended the Epworth League picnic,

and he choked to death

eating an orange.

His heart couldn't stand it.

I didn't know oranges were bad for

the heart. It was the excitement.

Oh, sure, the excitement. Sure,

that'll kill anybody. Very regretful.

Regrettable?

Uh, yes, regrettable.

- We oughta send flowers.

- Oh, yeah, by all means.

I wonder what we should send.

Uh, how 'bout some...

Uh, how 'bout some nice,

uh... "hollyhorks"? Hollyhocks?

Oh, yeah, hollyhocks. No,

they're no good for a man.

Well, look, you send him anything

you wanna send. It's okay with me.

He's your uncle, not mine.

You think what to send him.

How about my 10 pounds of

kumquats? How 'bout kumquats?

No, no, I want the kumquats. I know that. I

understand that. H- H-He wants some kumquats.

If you haven't any kumquats,

why don't you tell the man?

Well, I might as well. I'll

go out and see now. Right away.

But I've got to.

No, you don't.

I've got to tell him

before it's too late.

Well, be careful

of Mother then.

Could I talk to you for a moment,

Mr. Bissonette?

Uh, Bison-ay,

Bison-ay. Harold!

The flowers for the wreath. Oh, yes.

How about some calceolaria and some ageratum,

a little bougainvillea and jacaranda?

Uh, you took the very words out of my

mouth. That's fine. Run along and get that.

Mr. Bissonette, I've got to

talk to you. Not now. Not now.

But it's very important, Mr.

Bissonette... Not with her in here.

Good morning, Mrs. Dunk.

Hello, Elwood. Good morning.

Mr. Bissonette, that orange ranch

we sold you is no good. Why not?

You can't grow oranges

on it. Have you seen it?

No, sir, but you see... Well,

there you are. Now wait a minute.

An orange grove is an orange

grove. Ya can't argue against that.

But that isn't the one we sold

you. It's in the same neighborhood?

Yes, but you see...

Listen.

You go tell that firm of yours that they sold

me something good, and they just found out.

But, Mr. Bissonette, you see... Listen.

As Mrs. Bissonette often says

to me, "C'est finnay. "

Meaning,

"You can't fool me. "

But, Mr. Bissonette...

Stop! Enough!

Go! Go, go, go.

I've got my heart set on the

thing. I'm going through with it.

Everett. Would you mind taking

care of Elwood? Oh, sure.

Thank you so much.

Certainly.

And this is for you.

Oh, thank you, Mrs. Dunk.

You don't suppose Mr. Bissonette would

mind? For one of our best customers?

Why, he loves children!

It's Bison-ay.

Oh-ho, pardon me. Bison-ay.

You're out early, aren't you?

We've had quite a shock. Harold's Uncle

Bean... You've heard us speak of him...

Oh, yes.

Passed away this morning.

Oh, how sad!

Yes, very sad.

Contract.

Conditional sales contract.

Everett, come here!

How did he get in here? Mrs.

Dunk gave him to me to mind.

You working for Mrs. Dunk or

me? She gave me a 10 cents piece.

Get him outta here. Get him out.

Get him out. Come on, Elwood.

Would have to hit me

right in the funny bone.

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