Pennies from Heaven Page #3

That's what storms were made for

And you shouldn't be afraid for

Every time it rains

it rains

Pennies from heaven

Don't you know each cloud contains

Pennies from heaven

You'll find your fortune falling

All over town

Be sure that your umbrella

Is upside down

Trade them for a package of

Sunshine and flowers

If you want the things you love

You must have showers

So when you hear it thunder

Don't run under a tree

There'll be pennies from heaven

For you

And me

Well, there.

Check.

That means I gotta move my king

out of danger, huh?

Sure.

Young lady, something tells me

you're trying to pull a fast one.

If I move my king,

you're gonna grab my rook, aren't you?

Uh-huh. And I'll have you mated

in three moves.

Oh, I guess I'm no good at this game.

- Sure, you are!

- Nah.

You just can't learn in a week.

I've played for years,

and besides, you don't concentrate.

- Yes, I do.

- You're thinking of something else.

Nope.

Hey! Wait a minute.

Good afternoon. Patsy seems to have

remembered a sudden engagement.

Gee, I'd hate to be somebody that

makes children run away all the time.

- May I sit down?

- Don't come too close.

I've got a cold.

You better sit there.

How'd you know where we were?

My own secret service.

Nice of you to take

such an interest in me.

I don't take any interest in you,

not the slightest.

Then why are you snooping around here?

Why don't you mind your own business?

This is my business.

It's my job to look after Patsy...

and I'm not letting anyone stop me,

least of all a hobo with a guitar.

In the first place, it's not a guitar.

It's a lute.

Here, take a look at it.

It was made in the 13th century, long

before we had any nosy social workers.

Probably belonged to some troubadour.

That's me... a troubadour, not a hobo.

- What's the difference?

- The difference?

A hobo begs for his supper,

and a troubadour sings for it.

- How romantic.

- Yes.

- You have a nice voice too.

- Thank you.

- I suppose you eat regularly?

- Sleep regularly, and...

I know. Mind your own business.

- Right.

- Well, so do I. That's why I'm here.

Well, then I'm glad you came.

If you hadn't, I'd have sent for you...

because there's something

you can do for me.

- What?

- You can take this family off my hands.

I ought to be on a boat right now,

bound for Venice.

What's Venice got to do with it?

Plenty. I've got an idea they understand

a guy with a lute over there.

It's too bad that nobody understands you

over here.

Do you know what will happen if this

family is left to their own devices?

Oh, I imagine they'll

struggle along all right.

Of course if you could convince me

that you can support them properly.

- Support them?

- Are you married?

No, I'm sane.

Well, have you anybody at all

that you have to take care of?

Yeah... me...

and I'm not picking up anybody else.

You're not gonna stick me

with a kid and an old man.

The first time I met you, I said

some things that I shouldn't have...

so I came here to apologize.

But I see now I was right

the first time.

Hey, my lute!

What's the trouble?

I thought you were

my most intimate friend.

Well, who said I wasn't?

I heard you tell her

that you don't want me.

Well, I had to tell her something

to get rid of her, didn't I?

And I heard you tell her

you were gonna leave us.

Why don't you be reasonable?

Look.

How long do you want me to hang around,

and why do you want me to?

I've fallen in love with you.

When did this happen?

When you got me these. And I'll give

them to you if you'll only stay.

You're the worst pest

I ever ran into.

Come on. Get outta there.

Alley-oop.

Alley-oop.

That's the old sergeant.

Here are the commitment papers

for the Smith child.

Yes, sir.

If they'd been prepared weeks ago, you

could have saved considerable trouble.

You're quite right, Mr Carmichael.

See that the child is taken to the

orphanage in the morning. That's all.

Get me the orphanage.

Come in.

- Well, good morning.

- Good morning.

- I thought you were going to Rome.

- Venice.

Oh, yes, of course. Venice.

Well, I've postponed that, but

I've been postponing it all my life...

so once more won't hurt.

We have a proposition

we want to make.

Won't you be seated?

You bet.

There's no need to hide.

Move your chair out there.

We have a problem, a situation that

confronts a lot of people these days.

We want to be let alone.

That's all we ask of the United States,

New Jersey, Union County and you.

If you'll just tell us what you want of

us, we'll see what we can do about it.

All I want is to see Patsy

properly provided for.

What do you mean,

"properly provided for"?

I mean properly

clothed and properly fed...

in a home where her schooling

won't be neglected...

where she won't be subjected

to the wrong sort of influence.

Oh. Meaning me.

- If the shoe fits.

- It pinches.

Hey, where are you going?

I won't live with anybody else but you

and Gramp! And they can't make me!

Come on back and sit down,

or I'll walk out on the whole thing.

As I understand it

your chief objection...

is neither Gramp nor I is what you'd

call regularly or gainfully employed.

- Correct.

- Well.

If I can show you we're engaged in a

going business, would that be all right?

What kind?

We went into a little huddle

and decided to open a restaurant.

We're gonna call it

"The Haunted House Cafe. "

- It was my own idea.

- Quiet, Patsy. Now, listen.

The place where we happen to be living

has the reputation of being haunted.

So why not take advantage of it?

We plan to put a lot of signs up

and down the state highway.

Yeah. Signs like skeletons.

And we propose to serve chicken dinners

at very reasonable rates.

There will be music and songs

provided by Mr Poole here.

A little floor show.

Have any of you thought of

a little thing like capital?

Oh, we won't need any...

not for chicken dinners.

I have it all figured out right here.

All we need to start is two chickens.

I mean a hen and a rooster.

When the hen starts laying

at the rate of only one egg a day...

at the end of the first week

we'll have seven eggs.

Those seven eggs in turn will hatch,

and at the end of the second cycle...

there will be 49 chickens.

Oh, Patsy. How many chickens will we

have in three months at that rate?

- 2,401.

- You see?

It's simply a matter of arithmetic.

There! Are you satisfied,

Miss Sprague?

No.

I still say what about capital?

- What for?

- What for!

Why, for kitchen equipment!

For pots, pans, knives, forks...

We're not worrying about finances. Gramp

tells me he's coming into some money.

- When?

- In the very near future.

Any day now.

And regular income too.

How much of an income?

Two hundred dollars a month.

Two hun... From what source?

- The Townsend Plan.

- The Town...

Oh, I see. Just for the sake

of argument, of course...

suppose the Townsend Plan doesn't go

into effect until after you've started.

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