Popeye Page #6

She said...

"phooey" to me.

We have Lickety Split,

number one.

Number three, Sandcrab.

How 'bout six?

Everything's going

to be all right.

Now, he's with

his Uncle Wimps,

and they've only been gone

for a couple of hours.

Yeah, couple of hours.

Ooh, wait a minute.

This town could have been

built in a couple of hours.

Whoo!

Oh, got to be trustworthy.

Wimps is trustworthy.

Wait a minute, I don't trust him

as far as I can throw him.

Throw him?

I can't even lift him.

I don't see them anywhere.

Well, maybe they went

to the Rough House.

No, Wimpy's barred

from the Rough House.

- Bad credit.

- Right.

Oh, my stars and horses!

Derby day?

That rat Wimpy.

What's this got to do

with me Swee'pea?

They've gone to the races.

A baby at the horse races.

Where is these races?

Come on. Let's go.

Come on! Come on!

Oh!

And the winner is...

Cat's Pajamas.

Yippee!

We've done it.

Oh, that Wimps.

Abducticating me Swee'pea there.

Oh, a race track

ain't no nurskery.

Oh, patience, patience.

Got to remain calm.

That's it.

Straight ahead.

Lonesome, chubby?

We've got it. Look.

The Wax Doors and Gardeners?

No. Number two, Ed.

Ed?

That's a horse.

All right...

number six, Holy Moly.

You like Holy Moly?

Holy Moly?

Holy Moly.

That's it, Holy Moly.

We can't lose.

Everything on Holy Moly.

Come on, Holy Moly.

Come on, Holy Moly.

Come on! Come on!

Come on!

Come on... oh,

we're going to win.

Ooh, look. Hooray!

We've done it!

Oh, what is this?

A house of ill repukes?

Ooh, who'd bring me infant

to this den of immoraliky?

Don't touch nothin'. You might

get a venerable disease.

Oh. Ooh. Ooh!

Is that a bed pole you got

in your pocket, handsome?

Hello. Better grab me loins up

for this one.

Read your paper, Cole.

Will you...?

You know, if Mom caught me

in here she'd kill me.

There's Mom.

Where is that Wimpy?

Oh!

Pardon me.

Oh! Oh!

Oh, Castor, what

are you doing here?

I've been behind you

all the time.

- $110, $120.

- There he is.

Wimpy, I'm disgustapated.

May I borrow the infant

for just a moment here?

Oh, well, yes,

for just a moment.

I don't want

your little sweet peepers

to see what's about to happen.

Bye-bye. Bye-bye.

I ought to bust you

right in the mush.

Yeah, what is this?

It's 120 simoleons.

You won 120 simoleons?

You know how many hamburgers

that is?

Put your eye

where your ear is.

Disgraceful.

How many races?

Two races.

Hmm, let me see

that racing form.

Oh, maybe we can...

Oh, Swee'pea?

We, oh... oh, now...

Wait, no.

No child of mine

is growing up to be

a raceking kout.

Come on, me little...

Now, wait a minute.

Ooh... oh.

What are you doing there?

No childs of mine

will be exploiticated

for ill-gotten gains.

Yeah, that's true.

You're going to be

a president one day.

It is not ill-gotten,

it's good-gotten gains.

These gains with cloth us

and feed us and save us.

Wrong is wrong even

when it helps you.

The horses are at the gate.

Oh, family is more important

than dumb morality, hmm.

Oh, look, he's got

something in his eye.

Let me see.

Oh, I know how that feels.

There you go.

Steven's Wish?

Keep It Going?

Lady Lucy?

Sucking Lemons?

Sucking Lemons!

Oh, what am I?

Some kind of barnacle

on the dinghy of life?

Oh, make it snappy.

Oh, I ain't no doctors,

but I knows

that I'm losing me patience.

on Sucking Lemons, please.

What am I?

Some kind of judge or lawyers?

Maybe not, but I knows

what law suitks me.

Careful there,

don't ruffle me feathers.

What am I?

I ain't no physcikisk,

but I knows what matters.

What am I?

I'm Popeye, the sailor.

And I yam what I yam what

I yam and I yam what I yam

And that's all that I yam

'Cause I yam what I yam

You've got it?

I think so, yes.

And I got a lot of muskle,

and I only gots one eye

And I never hurts nobodys,

and I'll never tell a lie

Top to me bottoms

from the bottoms to me top

That's the way it is

till the day that I drop

What am I?

I yam what I yam

I yam what I yam

what I yam what I yam...

Here he comes.

Come on, Sucking Lemon.

What I yam, what I yam

Oh, come on, get up there. Ooh!

Wondered about meself.

To be or not to be...

who's axskin'?

I can open up an ockean,

I can take a lot of sail

I can lose a lot of waters,

and I'll never have to bail

On the coast of Madagascar,

grab a whale by the tail

Boy, let's go get it.

What am I?

What am I?

I yam what I yam!

I'm Popeye, the sailor

I'm Popeye, the sailor

I'm Popeye, the sailor

I yam what I yam,

and that's all that I yam

I yam what I yam

what I yam what I yam

I'm Popeye, the sailor man.

Ha-ha!

Whoo, hoo-hoo!

Arms, don't fail me now.

I am what I am

and that's all that I am

I'm Popeye, the sailor man.

Whoo, hoo-hoo!

Whoo, hoo-hoo!

Oh, I hate to do this,

Swee'pea,

but it's neskessary.

Sometimes you got to do things

you don't want to do

when you got to do 'em, but...

Oh, it's cruel, Mr. Eye...

It may not make sense now

but maybe later.

...uh, Mr. Pop...

um, Mr. Popeye.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Oyl,

but it's parenk's duty

to protect me adopticated son

from child abusk.

Oh, oh, but think of Olive.

You can't take the poor baby

away from poor Olive.

Me moraliky ain't bilge,

Mrs. Oyl.

Me mind is set,

and when me mind is set,

I don't think from nothin'.

You sure about that?

Yeah, I think so, yes.

Maybe we owe him an apology.

We'll find another place

to plant ourselves. Yeah.

Me, I'll check you, okay?

Yeah, you all right there?

This ain't bad, is it?

It ain't the Ritz,

but at least you get

a little womb service here, huh?

It ain't no palatkial

mansion either,

but we got something.

Best I ever saw.

It's got your blankets here.

Yeah, there we goes.

Got your blankets.

Here we go.

You moved out of the Oyl's?

None of your business.

$4.25, moving out tax.

Nuts to you,

and nuts to your taxes.

You moved in here?

What's it look like?

$5.25, moving-in tax.

Oh, don't forget double nuts.

And where's this baby

come from?

Oh, this pelican's

brought him.

unlicensed baby tax.

Oh, get out of here!

Don't take me personal.

Hey, oh-oh, oh, no!

Hoop... hoop... hoopla!

Did ya see that,

what he did?

A whole lot of peoples.

Oh, thank you.

Go tax the fishes!

Swee'pea? Swee'pea? Swee'pea?

Where's Swee'pea?

Swee'pea!

Where's Swee'pea?!

Swee'pea!

Swee'pea!

It's me own fault

Swee'pea's been kidnapped.

Olives was right.

Even an orphan needs

a mudder and a fadder.

Oh...

If I was going to

be Swee'pea's mudder,

I should have at least

let her be his fadder.

Ovisk ovisk.

Oh...

I ain't man enough

to be a mudder.

And all at once I knew,

I knew at once

I knew he needed me

Until the day I die, I won't

know why I knew he needed me

It could be fantasy

Oh-oh

Or maybe it's because

He needs me, he needs me,

he needs me, he needs me

He needs me, he needs me

Da-da, da, da, da, da,

da-da, da-da, da

It's like a dime a dance,

I'll take a chance

I will because he needs me

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