Popeye Page #5

of worthies...

the pejorator of...

Fight stuff.

Fight stuff!

Now, look at that.

Isn't that...?

Wait a minute.

Yeah... right there,

right there is Castor.

Castor!

Oh, my son! Castor!

Make a man outta yourself.

Mom, Pop, I'm gonna fight him.

Whoops.

Don't go!

Oh, it's my baby.

Get out...

Get my baby outta there!

Don't touch his feet!

He's gotta dance

with those feet.

Castor, we go home now.

Olive,

do something about this.

What are you, a nut?

What good are you, Olive?

You get in there and get your

brother out of this!

I can't stand

much more of this.

Where are my pills?

Don't do this!

Mr. Geezil,

get him outta there, Geezil!

Gentlemen, you know the rules:

There are no rules.

This is a fight to the finish.

First man who is dead, loses.

Good luck to both of you.

Did you see what he was doing?!

- You didn't see?!

- Good luck to you.

I hate you to pieces!

All right, come over here.

Now don't, don't kill him.

Just fluff him up a bit.

You'll be leading

with the left hand.

Castor! Castor,

get outta there!

Go for him, right away, son.

Come on, Castor.

Give him Oyl, Castor!

Give him Oyl!

Come on, hit him,

hit him, hit him...!

Hang him!

Come on, Castor.

Come on, knock him.

Oh!

...three, four, five, six...

Get up!

Your name's Castor,

not Custer.

Come on, sting that whale!

Don't make him mad, Castor.

He's not a person!

Hi. I'm, uh... Cas...

That's it!

Come on, that's it.

Kick him!

Didn't you see that?

Hey, ya bum!

You're a bum.

I'll teaches ya

how to fight fair.

He's not a person!

One, two, three...

Oh, hello. Very good.

Very good fight.

...five...

- Up, up, up!

Ya outta get taught

how to fight.

I got your numbers!

Ya beached whale.

- I'm gonna teach ya...

- No, no, no!

No!

Oh. Popeye!

Watch out now, Mr. Oxmeat!

You, you, you!

You're gonna be

kissing canvas real soon.

Oh! Oh!

Poor little fatherless baby.

Oh, you'll be murdered.

All right, gentlemen,

you both know the rules.

This is to be a fight

to the finish.

Touch gloves

and come out fighting.

What are you afraid of?

I got a magnet in

there or something?

Come on!

You scums.

I know who you...

That was dirty.

Little birdies... I think

you're gonna be seeing

- real soon.

- Be right back, Mom.

I know you will, sonny.

All right, here we go.

Now, what were we thinking

what was before half thing

on winning ahead

with your mind?

Give him a karate chop!

Very good.

Fist... that's fighting.

You can take him!

Don't you dare!

- Hey, your mudder's here?

- So what?

- You bet I'm his mother.

- Pleased to meet you, ma'am.

I'm a mudder meself.

That's his mudder;

I can't bust him...

You see?

You're letting his

mother's be distracting you.

Not be doing that.

That kid...

You don't bust him,

he kill you, right?

Yeah, I got it.

Now listen.

Dancing, dancing, dancing.

Dancing, dancing.

Dancing legs.

Be careful.

Come on, sailor, fight!

Oh, yeah. Watch it!

To the left. To the right.

Look out.

Easy! Easy!

Watch what you're doing.

Popeye!

Oh, be careful.

Be careful.

There.

I gotta ask you...

get your mudders...

outta the ring.

Oh, oh.

The bucket.

Watch it! Watch it!

She's got a bucket!

Oh, Mommy! I'm sorry.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Where do I send the flowers?

That's it. Come on!

Give him the old one-two!

That's one.

That's two...

and three for me.

Timber.

Oh, can't see nuttins.

Oh, there it is.

Hey, Cap'n Pea.

Look it there, Olives.

He's got my eye.

He does not have your eyes.

He's got my eyes.

He's got your mouth.

Dizzy dame.

One day, Swee'pea's,

he's gonna go to school

and bust bigger kids

in the mush.

Yeah, you like that,

don't yous? Yeah.

And we'll move

into a vine-covered cottage

on a shady lane.

And we'll garden together,

and we'll play house.

I've been sailin'

'bout the seven seas

Lookin' for somebodys

who would sail with me

Sail with me

Sail with me

And I've been waiting

for someone like you

A man who could love me

and will promise to

Stay with me

Stay with me

Stay with me

Sailing

Sailing

Sailing

Sail...

Nothin' feels better

than a rows on the sea

And I can't think of anyone

but you to stay with me

Stay with me

Sail with me

Stay with me

Sail with me

Stay with me

Stay...

With me

Sail...

With... me

Me.

- Oh, Popeye.

- Shh.

What is that glop you're eating?

It's a soup burger.

These are difficult times.

Burgers can't be choosers.

Phooey.

Work is what is making

the heart grow stronger. Come.

Open wide.

Bye, Mom.

Ow!

Worry, worry, worry.

Now... there!

Well, hope the taxes

don't come to too much.

Oh, the main thing is

that you're all right.

Yeah.

Well, were you worried

that I might have gotten killed

or something, maybe, yeah?

Oh, Popeye, don't be silly.

I knew.

Oh, you... you didn't

have no confidenkce.

Oh, I did, too.

Mm-hmm, yeah.

I did, too.

After I asked Swee'pea.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

That's rich.

Oh, you're gone now.

You're really a dizzy dame.

Oh, I asked Swee'pea,

and he told me.

Isn't that so?

What's this here?

See, I asked Swee'pea,

"Swee'pea,

will Popeye be killed?"

- Uh-uh.

- No?

So then I asked,

"Swee'pea, will Popeye

be seriously maimed?"

No?

That's two for two.

That could happen

to anybody, ya know.

So then I queried, "Swee'pea,

will Popeye actually survive?"

Yeah, I survived.

Yeah, yeah.

"What? You mean he'll win?"

Oh!

That's-that's a neat trick.

Oh-ho, me infant

is a psychic of profiks.

If I didn't see it

with me own eye,

I wouldn't believe it.

That kid's a regular forecaster.

Remind me to ask him

about gold futures.

More interested in talking to

him about immediate futures.

Uh, Popeye?

Yeah?

He's an adorable

little fellow.

And he's a psychic, too.

Ain't that the truth.

But he looks

a little peaked to me.

He needs some air.

Air? That's all

we have here is air.

With your permission, Popeye,

I'll... take him

for a little walk.

Well, Wimpy, why not?

I mean, you're like his uncle.

You're his Uncle Wimp.

Yeah, that's it.

Come along.

Hey, don't forget

his little hat here.

Don't forget his hat.

He's going out in uniform.

Oh, of course.

There you go.

Thank you.

Ain't that something?

He's taking him for a walk.

Hey!

Hey, wait a minute there.

You trying to pull a fask one?

He can't walks yet.

Oh, I'll carry him.

Oh, in that case,

it's all right then.

As long as you take him

for a drags or something.

Hey, I want to carry him

for a walk.

Oh, leave him be there, Olive.

It's Uncle Wimps

going with the Swee'pea.

Oh, yeah, Wimpy can take

him but I can't? Hmm.

Well, um...

wh-who says you can't?

You said I can't. Hmm.

Oh. Well, um...

that was before.

Before what?

Well, um...

before I... I knew

you was worried about me.

Oh!

Oh.

You mean, now I can carry him

just because

I was worried about you?

Yes. Yes, mm-hmm.

Phooey.

Phooey?

Mm.

Y-You said "phooey" to me?

I said "phooey"

and I mean "phooey."

Phooey.

She said "phooey" to me.

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