Pennies from Heaven Page #2

You seem to be nothing more than

a nosey, meddlesome busybody!

If you'd been raised in an orphanage,

you might have learned manners!

I'm sorry, perhaps I was mistaken.

Perhaps you're not really a loafer,

even if you do look like one.

Just what do you do for a living?

Oh, I eat, drink, sleep,

and I mind my own business.

That's a formula I highly recommend,

especially the last part.

Well, here's your money back.

Guess you just don't like music.

Oh, say, I hope that cold

is nothing trivial.

- Hello, Gramp.

- Hello.

I see the landlord's been here.

Yes, he came with a couple of men.

They left a little while ago.

Oh, this is Larry,

my most intimate friend.

- What's your other name?

- Poole.

How do you do? I'm sorry I can't invite

you inside, but we've been dispossessed.

- That's too bad.

- That's all right.

The furniture don't belong to us.

We never have to send it back.

The instalment people always

come after it.

That's nice of them, isn't it?

Good to see that you're not put out

about being put out.

No. It happens all the time.

Sure. We move in one house and stay

a while till the landlord puts us out.

- We never pay any rent.

- Of course that's only temporary.

Pretty soon I expect to come into

a regular income of $200 a month.

Quite ample for our simple needs.

- Larry's gonna stay for lunch.

- Delighted!

Provided you don't mind

dining in the open.

Oh, no, I prefer it.

- Won't you sit down?

- Show him the ham.

- Ain't it elegant?

- Oh, a dandy.

We won it at a raffle.

- Hey, look! Miss Sprague!

- Beat it!

Charming landscape, is it not?

Patsy's very good at finding

such places.

Say, Gramp, tell me something,

will you?

Does the name Hart

mean anything to you?

If you mean the criminal

who was recently electrocuted...

- That's the fellow.

- His name does mean something to me.

He is the man

who killed Patsy's father.

He gave me a letter for you.

Here it is.

A key.

What's it for?

Read the letter.

No, I haven't my glasses.

Will you read it for me, please?

Sure.

"You know I never meant to kill Smith.

All the time I was in prison

I kept thinking about his family...

and how they must have been

up against it after I killed him.

So I thought I would leave all I have

to the family of this man Smith.

It isn't very much.

Just an old house in New Jersey...

that I used to use for a hideout.

I hope it brings you better luck

than it brought me. J.C. Hart. "

No. No, I could never live in a house

that belonged to that man.

Why not? Probably the only decent thing

he ever tried to do.

Let him do it.

Poor fellow's dead now.

Look, you've just been thrown out

of your house, haven't you?

Well, here's another one all set up

and ready for you to live in.

Besides, you have to

think of Patsy, you know.

Thank you, Mr Cow.

There's a postscript here on the letter.

Says the house is...

"on a road off the main highway

about five miles out of Middletown. "

- Oh, bless my soul, child.

- Oh, dear.

Old McDonald had a farm

E- I-E-I-O

And on the farm he had a duck

E- I-E-I-O

With a quack, quack here

And a quack, quack there

Here a quack, there a quack

Everywhere a quack, quack

Old McDonald had a farm

E- I-E-I-O

Oh, Patsy Smith is a pain in the neck

E- I-E-I-O

Yes, she is

She is, by heck

E- I-E-I-O

With I wanna go here,

and I won't do that

And an old feather stuck in her hat

Patsy Smith is a pain in the neck

E- I-E-I-O

- Is that a guitar

- That's a lute

E- I-E-I-O

Whatever it is it's sure a beaut

E- I-E-I-O

- With a...

- With a...

Here, and a... there

Here a... there a... everywhere a...

Larry's got a lute

E- I-E-I-O

- Hey, I know one.

- Is it a good one?

- They seem to like it around here.

- Let's hear it.

Old McDonald had a farm

E- I-E-I-O

And on this farm he had a parrot

E- I-E-I-O

With a... and a...

Did you tear something?

Sounded bad.

Well, here we are.

Partner, I want to thank you very much

for the lift.

That's all right.

Glad of your company.

Gee, mister, you can sure twang

on that there guitar.

- That ain't no guitar.

- It's a lute.

A 13th century lute!

Well, where's this house now?

It's up there in those trees.

She's staring you square in the face.

You ain't gonna stay in that house?

- Why not?

- Didn't you know that was haunted?

Why sure. We're the ghosts

that haunt it. Come, come, spirits.

Giddyap!

Maybe we ought to stop over

someplace in town tonight.

We can come in the morning.

Oh, hooey. That Hart probably started

this haunted house talk...

just to keep people

away from the hideaway.

Here. Hey, Gramp, let me get that.

Okay. Come on in.

Join the spooks.

Go on, dear.

Well, come on in.

Nothing to be afraid of.

What's the trouble, Sarge?

I thought you said you were grown up.

- I am.

- You promised you wouldn't be afraid.

I'm not afraid, only...

it's awful lonely in here...

and I keep seeing funny things

in the dark.

- Why don't you close your eyes?

- I do, but it gets worse.

Can I go downstairs with you, Larry?

- What a pest.

- Just for a little while.

- You know you're a nuisance?

- Please?

Why did I ever have to

run into you, anyhow?

There you are. Now stay put.

I'll be right back.

Let's stay up all night, huh?

I'll get Gramp's chess board,

and I'll teach you how to play the game.

No. What do I want with chess, anyhow?

I got troubles enough.

- What troubles have you got?

- Mostly you.

- Me?

- Yeah.

What's the matter with me?

You were born a female.

That was your first mistake.

All females are troublemakers,

one way or another.

They slow you down,

and they cramp your style.

Not me. I'm different.

Oh, no, you're not.

Your friend Miss Sprague

told me all about you.

Friend? She's the worst enemy

I've got in the whole world.

Never mind about that.

You just hop right in here. Come on.

Gee, this is the first time anybody

ever tucked me in bed.

- Would you do it for me every night?

- Every night?

What do you think I'm gonna do,

live here?

We could have an awful lot of fun.

Oh, no. You've held me up

long enough already.

- I'm leaving in the morning.

- Can I go with you?

With me? I should say not.

I don't carry any excess baggage.

That's the secret of my success.

I won't be any trouble.

Trouble's your middle name. Anyway, you

wouldn't want to leave Gramp, would you?

Oh, no, but we could take him with us.

Take him with us?

What are you figuring out for me?

A cook's tour?

You just forget about it.

Close those eyes, and go to sleep.

I can't go to sleep. I'm afraid.

The house is full of ghosts.

- Rats.

- Where?

No, no. There. Now relax.

You know, Sarge...

A long time ago

About a million years B.C.

The best things in life

Absolutely free

But no one appreciated

A sky that was always blue

And no one congratulated

A moon that was always new

So it was planned

that they would vanish now and then

And you must pay before you

get them back again

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