Popeye Page #4

I am today.

Yeah. Sometimes,

he'd bounce me on his knee.

Most of the time

he'd miss, though

'cause he couldn't see

too well with one eye.

Oh, me pap, yeah.

Well, I'm not waiting

any longer. Hmm.

Oh, sorry, Miss Oyl.

I was philoscofying.

Mm-hmm.

...between us, got kind of

derailed and...

Oh, yeah, long time waiting.

Wait a while...

What are you doing

with that basket?

Well, I-I'm carrying it.

It's your basket, ain't it?

It is not my basket.

Somebody has deliberately

painted that basket

to look like my basket.

My basket was clean

and beautiful

and this basket is ugly.

- Rattlesnake!

- Miss Oyl, we should at least

have dinner first,

or something.

Rattlesnake!

Rattlesnake!

Oh, rattlesnake!

Ooh! Oh, oh, oh!

Rattlesnakes?

Where is it, Miss Oyl?

Where is it?

Oh, oh, rattlesnake, oh!

Don't worry, Miss Oyl,

I've handled vermins before.

I'll rattle that snakes

so it's a pair of shoes.

Rattlesnake!

Rattlesnake!

I'll rattle that...

- I'll rattle him upside-down.

- Rattlesnake!

I'll take his little mariachis.

Rattlesnake!

Rattlesnake!

Uh, no, I'll get to him.

Hey, hey, hey!

Oh!

Aw...

Oh...

Oh...

Blow me down.

Oh.

Here you go.

Oh.

Here's your snake.

There you go.

What have you got here?

"To the one-eyed sailor."

Oh, that must be me.

Wait a minute.

Hold on there.

Watch out, I don't

want to hurt you.

Hi.

I'll read this.

I'll bring it right back

to you.

There we go.

Oh, I ain't that ugly.

It's all right.

Oh, it's okay.

I am, I am, I am.

I'm all right.

Hey...

It's okay.

Hey, hey, hey.

Hey, we're

together in this.

- Mmm, mmm.

- Mm-hmm.

All right. "I must

trust someone..."

Mmm... bah-bah-bah.

You're a baby.

It's says here.

Right there, right.

"I must trust someone

with me baby

"until I frees meself

of certain

financhkal obligations."

Yeah. "Which will

take 25 years or so

"at which time I

shall reclaims him.

"In the meantime,

"love him as only

a mudder could.

Signed, a mudder."

Ho, ho, ho.

You want the note?

Okay, take it back.

How are ya?

I loves you more

than you'll ever know.

Olive...!

Olive...!

It's Olive's fault, oh, oh.

Oh, oh!

I-I... I...

I'm mean, I'm mean, I'm mean

You know what I mean

He's mean, he's mean

You know what I say

He's says he's mean

You know what I mean

He's mean, he's mean

Meanl

He's mean, he's mean

You know what I mean

He's mean, he's mean

I'm meaner than...

Aah...

That's it, that's it

I mean what I say

He do, he do

I'm so mean I had a dream

Of beatin' myself up

I broke my nose

I broke my hand

I wrestled myself

to the ground

And then I choked myself

to death

And broke the choke

and woke up

I'm mean

You know what I mean

He's mean, he's mean

If you know what I mean

You'll know what I mean

Dood, dood, dood, dood

- I'm mean

- He's mean, he's mean

- Meaner than...

- Aah...

I sure am mean

Yeah, mean

He's mean, he's mean

I'm meaner than that

Out of my wayl

You know what I mean

I'm so damn mean

I'm meanl

Look at this.

I came looking for me pap

and now I'm a mudder.

He's so cute.

Little baby.

Little baby.

Olive, I, uh, certainly

engaged your enjoyment party.

And I... I mean, I...

Theres you go.

Got another two to go there.

Mmm, I'm not going

to drop him.

Little baby.

Oh, when you throw a party,

you throw a party, don't you?

For the last time,

where's Olive?!

Oh...

Oh, yeah...

Uh-oh.

Uh-ooh.

Oh...

- Oh.

- What...?

Uh-ooh.

Oh...

Oh, oh.

The women and infinks first.

- Here you go.

- Oh...

I'll get back to you,

I will.

Oh, oh...

Oh...

Little-little something

- to remember me by.

- Oh!

Good luck.

- Oh...

- Huh.

There's a logical

explanaskin for thisk.

Oh... Oh...

Uh, I'd make

the same mistake meself.

Yeah, and I knows

what you thinkins.

Oh!

Oh, look at the birdies.

All right, I'll fight

all eight of ya.

Oh...

Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow...

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,

oh, oh, oh!

Oh...

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...

Oh, oh, oh, oh...

Whoa...

Okay, shorty,

the Oyls are going

to be double taxed.

Hey, hey, what the...?

Hey, hey!

Triple taxed.

Quadruple taxed.

Oh, look at that, uh, oh, oh.

Going down.

Ooh, ow!

Surtaxed.

What a lovely shade of blue.

Exercise taxed.

Overtaxed.

And...

thumb taxed!

Heh! Don't thinks I blames ya,

'cause I don't. Nope.

"Whereas you are in arrears

on your bathtub tax

"and whereas there is

no bathtub in extant.

"And whereas

you are in arrears

"on your refrigerator tax

"and whereas there

is no refrigerator in extant.

"And whereas you are in arrears

on your Victrola tax

"and where as there is no

Victrola in extant.

"And whereas you are in arrears

on your household

"and impertinences

maintenance tax

"and whereas there

is no house...

"or household or impertinences

or maintenance,

"by the order invested in me

by Captain Bluto

"on behalf of his honor,

the Commodore...

Aah, phooey, the Commodore.

Next to Wimpy,

I hate him best.

"You owe..."

This is extremely grave news.

Please, pay attention.

"...the sum of twelve thousand,

twelve hundred,

twelve dollars

and twelve cents."

Cole, stop reading!

Plus one sunflower-

embarrassing-the-taxman tax.

Phooey!

And double phooey!

Avast there. Avast.

Watch it, you'll hurt her.

Oh, yeah?

A lot you know.

Her is a him.

See, it likes to smoke.

So... you're just a landlubber,

ain't ya?

Oh, yeah, well, I'm a woman.

Oh, yeah, well, I am a mudder.

Oh, yeah?

Come here.

- Papa.

- Oh, yeah?

He wants me,

he wants me there.

You must have an IQ about

half a million, don't ya?

Oh, yeah, coochie-coo.

None of that baby talk

around me son.

Me son's gonna be a man

and not a baby, I'm thinking.

Ain't that right?

Oh, come to Papa,

me little Swee'pea.

You're my little Swee'pea,

you're my little Swee'pea.

- Swee'pea?

- Mm-hmm.

- You're bats.

- Oh, yeah?

I found him in Sweethaven.

That is why he's me Swee'pea.

I am calling him Swee'pea,

and that is his name.

Ain't that the truth?

- Yeah?

- Mm-hmm, yeah.

Well, Swee'pea is

about the worst name

I ever heard on a baby.

Well, what do you want me

to call him? Baby Oyl?

Excuse me.

Excuse me. Excuse me, please.

A bit of boxing tonight.

What could happen to me?

Well, I could get killed.

It'd be worth getting killed

to help Mom and Pop.

What if I won?

I'm fast, I'm foxy.

He could have a heart attack.

Sweet Sweethaven

God must love us...

Ooh, and I disapprove of you

taking me to a fight

and my parents to a fight

and my baby to a fight.

Ah, Sweethaven...

Fights is fun.

Oh, fights are not fun.

Know the words

for this song, Cole?

Of course I know the words.

It's our national anthem,

isn't it?

Pardon us...

Ah-ah-ah.

That'll be 62 cents...

going-to-an-illegal-

sporting-event tax.

If it's illegal,

how come it's going on?

Ladies and gentlemen!

Citizens of Sweethaven...

Popcorn!

Be careful...

Ooh, watch that step.

Wait a minute.

They're having a lover's quarrel

in front of us.

That unworthiest

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