Penny Serenade Page #5

you'd like to have me go

into her history.

I assure you it's an excellent one.

If she'll take a chance on us,

we'll take a chance on her.

- Good bye.

- Good bye, Miss. Oliver.

I'll shut the door.

I she wakes up again,

you know what that means.

Wait a minute. Wait with that baby

till I turn on the light.

I don't want you to drop him...

I mean her.

Take off your shoes.

Go get the big one in our room.

Come on... let me have it

It's all right with her.

Come on, let's go to bed.

No.

I don't think I'll go to bed.

She eats again in a half hour.

The directions say so.

Set the alarm.

Come on.

Turn the bed clothes down, will you?

Turn it off!

Turn it off!

Press it!

Please.

What's the matter with it?

I don't know.

Do you think she's all right?

Huh?

Is it breathing?

She's certainly a cute a little baby,

isn't she?

We were lucky to get her.

Let's go to bed.

Well, do something, quickly!

What do I do?

Do something. Can't you see

the baby's suffering?

That's just it.

I don't know what to do.

Don't just stand there!

Do something!

Here. You take her.

Hm?

Go on. You do something.

Oh, no... I'm going to get Miss Oliver.

Just wanted her daddy.

Pull the chair, please.

Julie! The baby!

It's gone!

The baby's kidnapped!

She was lonesome

so I brought her in here with us.

Don't ever do that to me again!

Good morning, boys.

What are you trying to do?

Shut it off!

- What are you trying to do?

- What am I trying to do?

I'm trying to get your crummy paper out,

that's what I'm trying to do.

What's the idea of waking

the baby up?

- What baby?

- My baby.

- Your baby?

- Yeah, it came last night.

No fooling, a baby?

- A baby, a baby!

- Quiet, quiet!

Come on, I'll show you.

- Can I help?

- No.

- Sure you don't want me to help?

- No, thanks.

- What's the matter?

- Nothing's the matter.

What's the trouble?

I can't do anything as long as

you're sitting here watching me.

Get out! Go on,

get out all of you!

What do you think this is?

Go on, get down to that paper.

And be quiet about it.

Oh, Roger, I'm afraid I'll drown it.

Oh, now, darling, take it easy.

I could drown in that much water.

Here.

Now, little peanut...

your Uncle Applejack's gonna

give you a nice bath.

Give me that wash rag.

There we are.///

I'll never be able to do that.

We'll have to give her back.

Sure you will, darling.

All you gotta do is decide

who's boss and throw her in.

How in the world did you ever

learn to do that, Applejack?

My sister had four kids.

She'd take two and I'd take two.

Where's that towel?

There we are.

- Where's the talcum?

- Hm? Here.

Cootchie-cootchie-coo.

Cootchie-cootchie-coo.

- Where is it?

- What?

- It.

- Oh, here...

- There we are.

You sure is my fine girl.

Just a minute, now..

Think you can hold this a minute

without dropping it?

Here, give it here.

I forget whether...

Now watch this closely.

I'm a one-pin man myself.

There we are.

Let's see you jump out of there, peanut.

Here you go to your mama.

Better write all that down,

cause I might get a better offer.

# Just Molly and me,

and baby makes three. #

# We're happy in my blue heaven. #

- She hasn't got your smile, Roger.

- Oh, sure, she's good-looking.

- Still sorry she wasn't a boy?

- Hm?

A boy.

What do you mean a boy?

Did you hear that? You wanted a boy.

I didn't want no boy.

Trina's Daddy's little girl,

aren't you, Trina?

Roger, be careful now.

Hello!

- Hello, Miss Oliver.

- How do you do, Mrs. Adams.

Come in.

Thank you so much for letting us know

you were coming this time.

- Hello, Miss Oliver.

- Oh, hello, Mr. Adams.

Trina, this is your fairy godmother,

Miss Oliver.

Hello, sweetheart.

Yes, she's not very timid, is she?

I can plainly see that she

adores her father.

She means everything to us.

What's the matter, got a cold?

Yes, you do. Everything.

When are we going to own her outright?

- You go before the judge the 27th.

- 27th, eh?

- You'll want to see these charts.

- Yes.

One you can send back to us.

And the other you'll file with the court,

at the court with the final papers.

These are the same questions

that you answered last year.

I just want to bring them up to date.

Now let's see.

Religion?

Same.

Age?

- One year older.

- I have that.

Profession?

Still publisher, isn't it?

Yes.

Income?

Income?

Well, you see, Miss Oliver...

None.

Oh, that's the way it is

in the newspaper game, Miss Oliver.

Specially when you're starting

one of your own.

You have to close down once

before you really get going.

Oh, it's only temporary. I'm having a jam

with my wholesale paper mill.

First thing you know

I'll have it humming by the 27th.

It's only closed for a while.

I'm sure you'll find a way,

Mr. Adams.

But you and I have to prove

to the judge

that your income is enough

to take care of Trina.

You know we gave everything

Trina needed.

no matter who else had to suffer

around here.

I realize that.

Well, I must go now.

That's all we can do today.

Could I drive you to the train?

No, thank you.

I really like to walk.

This country air is so fresh.

Good bye.

The battle axe.

She doesn't want us to have Trina.

Yes, she does, darling.

Oh yes, she does.

///Better prepare your facts.

- The option receipt. The Adams case.

- What?

The Adams case.

Oh, yes, yes.

And if either one or both

of you gentlemen conduct yourselves

like you've been doing today

I'll hold you in contempt, the both of you.

Oh, this is the child in question.

Yes, I see, hm...

Looking over these adoption papers here

I see that you have no income

at present.

Is that correct?

Yes, Your Honor.

What is this, Miss Oliver?

You know this case

should never have come before me.

Well, Your Honor,

I feel that this is a special case.

I kept hoping until the last minute...

that Mr. Adams might be able

to resume the run of his paper

or get a job.

But unfortunately he hasn't been able

to do either, so I thought...

Under these conditions

I can't grant the adoption.

This child will have to revert

to the orphanage.

Will you draw up a chair, please,

while I prepare these

release papers for you to sign?

It's just a matter of routine.

If you please, Your Honor...

it can't just be a matter of routine

for people to have their baby

taken away from them.

This child is ours, Judge.

But those are the requirements of the law.

Yes, but you see, we've had her

since she was 6 weeks old.

It just doesn't seem reasonable

that we should have to give her

back now to strangers.

Mr. Adams, you are not here

to plead your case.

You've had the regular opportunity

to prove your fitness to provide.

We are fit, Judge,

if you just look at the record.

Without any income I have no alternative.

Didn't you make that clear, Miss Oliver?

Yes, Your Honor, I did.

But I thought...

I'm sorry, but that is the law.

Look, Your Honor, she's not like

an automobile, or an icebox

or a piece of furniture or something

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