Popeye Page #3

I'll get back to you.

Pappy.

His Dada.

No. I want my Dada.

Hey, if I were your daddy,

I'd ship out, too.

Yeah. You're too dumb-looking

to leave on a doorstep.

Hey, runt...

I'll bet your pappy...

is as ugly as you are.

Another thing I got...

is a sensk of humiligration.

Now, uh, maybe you swabs can,

uh, pool your intelligence

and sees that I'm asking you

for an apologiky.

Hey, Butch,

why don't you give daddy's boy

an apology?

With pleasure, Spike.

The little one-eyed rat

wants an apology.

Well, I would like

to offer my most sincere

and hum-felt apologies.

You got it.

That's so low...

picking on innocents.

You apologize?

Do you apologize?

I-I apologize.

Rosie, get my hat.

I think

it's time we leave. I...

back to the dairy...

- Apologize.

- For what?

All these innocents.

This is a smorgasbord

of violence.

Well, that's everybody.

Everybody's apologized.

Yeah, everybody's really sorry.

Oh, everybody's really,

really sorry.

Now it's your turn

to be sorry.

Oh, yeah.

I'm sorry to have to do this,

but enough is enough.

Hey.

Come on.

Come on.

Hey, hey, hey!

Hey, hey, hey.

Sorry.

Thanks.

Anybody else want

to apologygy?

All in a day's fun, ain't it?

I dare you.

Nobody home?

There you go.

Sorry about that.

No. Keep the change.

Remember, my dear,

tonight it's my turn

to be tall.

Oh.

Very nice party.

I can't help but feel sad,

though.

Chico?

This is a sad day for me.

Chico, hand these things out.

It's one of the saddest days

of my life.

Flowers.

I forgot the flowers.

Yup.

Oh, disillusionkand.

Oh, look at that.

Oh, me dress blues.

This is Castor's

favorite color.

Oh, you and Castor.

Oh, phooey.

Oh, hello there, Cousin.

We're just waiting

for Captain Bluto.

Oh, I can't tell you

how happy this makes me

to attend Miss Oyl's parties.

Uh, nice-looking furs there.

Hmm?

Oh.

Boy, uh, I don't know

when I've had this much fun

and still been conskious.

Well... I better be on me way.

Oh, reservoir.

Not really as nice as ours.

But he's so big.

I really...

Typical smutty sailor comment.

Sailor...

Oh, I don't want

to go to no party.

Well, that's good,

'cause you ain't invited.

Who says I ain't invited?

I says.

Who are you?

You know who I am.

I'm you.

Don't drain your sense

of dignity... is that it?

Nah.

Ugly.

Bluto's ugly all right.

Bluto's distinguished.

He's distinguished, all right.

Distinguishingly ugly.

Bluto's special.

Oh, he's special, all right.

Especially ugly.

He's tall

Good-looking

And he's large

He's large

Large

Tall

Large...

Good morning, Captain Bluto.

I... I mean...

Good evening, Captain Bluto.

I mean...

And he's mine

Not a mandolin

Oh, no

He's an accordion

I have to squeeze him

each night to keep him warm

Warm

Oh, boy

He's virile

And he's strong

- Strong

- Strong

- Strong

He's strong

Strong...

Uh...

Sounds like Fluto.

Bluto.

Bluto.

At your services, sir.

There's a good picture

in the paper this week.

A lovely present for you

down at the pawn shop,

Captain Bluto.

I would have brought it,

but it was too late.

Anytime you want me to come by

and stain up the boat,

Captain Bluto.

Mother!

He's got money and respect

That's true

He's better than the rest

That's true

He may not be the best

But he's large

And he's mine...

She can have him.

Yeah.

She loves me.

Of course she does.

She don't love me.

Oh, no.

She'll marry me.

Large

Large

Large

Large

Mine

Mine

Mine

Mine...

She won't marry me.

Oh.

She will.

She won't.

It may seem funny,

but it's not

Oh, no

I'm thankful

For what I've got

Me, too

It may not be a lot

But he's large.

She will.

Yes, yes.

She...

Faulty flower...

C-Captain Bluto.

Mrs. Oyl, Olive's...

Olive's what?

Olive's...

...getting ready.

Good.

Now, where were we?

Uh, she won't

marry you, she...

She will!

Oh, my word!

Son-in-law.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Ah! Ooh.

Olive!

Marvelous, marvelous.

No place to go.

Can't go to no party

without an invite.

Whoo!

- Ho, ho, ho, whoa.

- Whoo! Ooh.

- Miss Oyl.

- Oh...

You scared the wits out of me.

Yeah, I almost knocked 'em

out of you, too.

- Sorry I did that to you.

- What right do you have

to lurk here in the dark

in the middle of the night

and scare the wits

out of a person?

I wasn't.

I was just, uh, kind of, uh...

Oh, oh.

How's your party going,

Miss Oyl?

- Oh, that's a dumb question.

- Yeah.

Where do you think I'm headed

right this minute?

Um... well, uh,

mmm, that way, I think.

Out of town.

- I am not headed out of town.

- Oh.

Don't you see which

direction I'm facing?

- You're going, now you're...

- Oh, ooh, whoa.

- Now you're facing east.

- Oh.

Maybe a little southwest.

- Place your bets.

- Oh. Oh!

You need some help with

your bags there, Miss Oyl?

- Ooh, oh, no.

- I didn't touch ya.

I didn't mean to hurt ya.

Thank you.

- Oh, you do.

- Oh.

Oh.

No, that's the wrong way.

Oh.

No, that's the wrong way.

I want to go...

Oh...

Oh, oh...

Whoo! Oh. Oh, oh.

Oh!

Oh, oh...

Oh...

That way.

That'll be 50 cents

impersonating-a-traffic-cop tax.

What?

Oh.

I'm sorry, Miss Oyl.

Didn't recognize you

from the back.

It won't happen again.

How come Miss Oyl

don't have to pay no taxes?

That's ten cents question tax.

But... I'll let you off

this time

since you're with Miss Oyl.

Good night, Miss Oyl.

Well, how come being

with Miss Oyl

means I don't have

to pay no...

...taxes?

Well, I don't know

what you're talking about.

Here's a nice cup of tea

for you, Captain Bluto,

while you're waiting.

Where's Olive?

Olive?

You think everyone pays taxes

but me and my family,

don't you? Mm-hmm.

Well, you couldn't be

more wrong.

If I'm wrong, why

am I in the right?

You think it's because

I'm engaged to Bluto

and Bluto runs the town

for the Commodore

so we get special favors.

Well, it's a lie. Hmm.

Olive!

Bluto is kind and generous

and likes to do things

for his loved ones.

And you want me to

hurt his feelings.

Well, phooey on you.

Hmm. You don't even care

enough about me or my family

to be at my engagement party.

And what are you doing here

in Sweethaven anyway, hmm?

Well, I'm-I'm looking

for me pap.

- Mmm.

- Yeah.

Oh, well, if that's true,

then where is he?

Well, yeah, um, got me there.

I don't really know.

I... I got this sense

that he's here though,

you know?

Oh, well, all right,

I'll wait. Hmm.

Anyway, there are too

many guests as it is.

Half of them I hate.

One thing I remember

about me pap

was that he always used

to throw me up in the air.

But he'd never be there

when I come down, you know.

- Heh, heh, heh.

- Mmm.

Boy, he had a sense ka humor,

didn't he?

Yeah, that was me pap.

I remember that time

he gave me

an electric eel as a toy.

Eep!

Yeah, that was fun.

Or he'd rock me in my cradle

real, real, real hard

and I'd lose me formula.

And then he'd say, "One

day, you'll be a sailor."

That... that's what

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