Popeye Page #7

No one ever asked before,

before

Because

they never needed me...

But I do.

But he does!

Maybe it's because

he's so alone

Maybe it's because

he's never had a home

He needs me, he needs me,

he needs me, he needs me

He needs me, he needs me

For once, for once in life

I finally felt

that someone needed me

And if it turns out real

Then love can turn the wheel

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, dum

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

da-da, da-da, da.

Bye-bye.

Dear...

Swee'peas.

Everybody's gotta have

somebodys

Even if it's only mes

Stops yer cryin', Swee'peas

And try to go to sleeps

I don't know

hows you got here

I don't knows if you cares

You could've come

from Heavens

Or a typhoon anywhere

Well, me, I came from Heaven

of Cuddly Na-La Lagoon

And I was told me mammy

gave me up in a typhoon

Well, don't you cry,

little Swee'pea

You and me,

we's both the same

And the biggest tear

I ever seen

Came in the eye

of a hurricane

Go to sleep, sleep, sleepy,

now tell me what you sees

And someday when you's older

I'll tell you's all about me.

"Love...

From Popeye."

Oh, oh...

Let me see, now...

"Keep out."

Hmm..."Tax shelter."

Uh...

Oh, the Commodore's boat,

but no Commodore, of course.

Aha!

Swee'pea's still

in Sweethaven.

Wimpy!

- Who are you talking to?

- Uh, uh...

What did you say about Swee'pea?

I said nothing!

Oh!

Oh... but what about... Bluto?

- Oh, help, help, oh.

- Oh, my, oh!

Oh, oh. Oh dear, oh.

Miss Olive, please help me.

So help me, help me.

- G-Get me out.

- Phooey!

Not until you tell me everything

you know

about Swee'pea.

I know nothing!

Come clean!

Oh! No!

Oh, no! I confess, I confess!

Yeah, infinks.

Ew! I hates infinks.

The kid's worth a fortune,

Commodore!

Uh, I got all the fortune

I cares about, you idiot.

I got me buried treasure...

and don't you wishes

you knows where it's hid.

Eat your spinach,

you no good infink.

Eat it.

Eat it!

Eat it!

Oh, I can't see anything.

There's no one home. Let's go.

Wimpy, you come back here

this very minute.

Uh...

Open this door.

It's probably locked.

Open this door!

Commodore.

Shh.

Don't keep calling me

Commodore...

inside this here harbor.

I got millions o' emenies.

And you is ten or 12 of 'em.

I call you an old fool.

We could break the bank

at the betting parlor.

This kid can predict the future.

I don't want to break the bank

in the betting parlora,

you noninticky.

I owns the betting parlora,

and I owns you.

So don't talk to me

about no future.

I hates the future.

And I hates the past.

And I hates the present.

Especially you, yeah.

All these years

I've been loyal mean,

and all these years,

you've been dropping hints

about buried treasure.

You think

that's fair, hmm?

Don't darest say I ain't fair.

True I hates, but I come

by me hating fair...

and square.

Hating's me call.

I will live and die by hating.

Hate's done me more good

than anything in the world.

It's not easy bein' me

Masker of me own deskiny

And I hates responsibiliky

Oh, it's not easy bein' me

Shut your lip,

and open your mouth.

Oh, it's hard to be in charge

Even harder bein' large

But you're charged

when you're in charge

No, it's not easy bein' me

- Oh, I hate you so much!

- What's as much as a mutiny?

Mutiny!

Oh, it's not easy bein' me

Admiral of me own ship at sea

I've been scuppered.

Oh, we better tell Popeye

we found him.

Who?

It's not easy being me

Shh! Everyone. Come on.

Torpedoed.

I've been torpedoed.

It's not easy bein' me

The problems of the large

If ya know what I mean

He's large, he's largel

I got me own destiny

Yo ho, yo hol

It's not easy bein' meanl

Sometimes some things happen

I don't know why anymore

Sometime one time

something happened

I don't know what anymore

It's not easy bein' me

Masker of me own indignity

And it's not the all

or end of me

Still, it's not easy bein' me

It's not easy bein' me

Me own rope, too.

It's not easy...

Bein' me...

Hey, you harming Swee'peas?

- What?

- Oh.

Oh. Shh. No.

You'll break his heart.

Your father.

You found me fadder?

No!

Yes.

Oh.

Oh, you tell him.

- Uh...

- No, I'll tell him.

Oh, no. Don't tell him.

Let's don't tell him.

Well, what did you find?

Me Swee'pea and me fadder?

Uh, more than that.

You found me fadder

and me Swee'pea. Oh.

- Commodore.

- Oh, no.

Well, you-you found me fadder,

me Swee'pea and the Commodore.

- Oh.

- And Captain Bluto.

- Oh!

- Oh, I get it.

No, that's a real cool

joke there.

Your father is a rat!

Oh.

A crook and a kidnapper.

And he's on the Commodore's boat

right now

with Bluto and Swee'pea.

That's what I can't tell you.

No, he ain't.

Oh, he is, he is!

- No, he ain't, he ain't.

- Oh.

And me fadder ain't

no kidnappers.

Oh, he is, too.

He's a rat, a crook,

a kidnapper

and a bad father and more!

No, no, no, no.

More?

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

Well, it appears that...

your father is the Commodore.

Lies. Lies.

There ain't no

dadblasted treasure.

Kid?

This is a crucial question.

Listen close.

Can you lead me to the

old goat's buried treasure?

Don't tell him!

You little rat fink...

He ain't no Commodores.

A hoity-toity Commodore.

He would never be that.

- Oh, a rat.

- Oh.

- A crook.

- Oh.

A kidnapper, and a Commodore.

I don't listen to the advice

of some dizzy gaming broad.

- Oh!

- No. They ain't there.

And I'm going to prove it.

Now where ain't they?

Uh, they ain't

on the Commodore's boat.

- That's where they ain't?

- Mm-hmm.

Well, if that's

where they ain't,

that's where I'm going

to prove that they ain't.

Oh, come on.

Let's do this.

Oh, Popeye, wait a minute.

Go get 'em, Popeye!

My husband has delegated me

to inform you

that he's behind you.

I'd go with you, Popeye,

but I've a shave

and shampoo awaiting.

Give 'em hell, Popeye!

Kick 'em in the butt.

You can count on me,

Mr. Popeye,

uh, tomorrow.

See I'd go with you,

but I got to lock up.

I just hope

he doesn't get hurt.

I'd go with you, Popeye,

but I got us a cold.

You know I'd go with you...

I'd go, Popeye,

but the piano man's...

He's coming.

Revolution is waiting.

Oh, are you going?

Heard it's impartial.

I ain't going.

Are you going?

- Not me.

- I ain't going.

If I wasn't afraid

of the water, I'd go.

Make 'em dance, Popeye.

Almost brought you

a bottle of Pepsi.

Clean up on 'em, Popeye.

Nauseating.

Don't worry,

I'm going with you,

but good luck.

Is this where he ain't?

Hey, hey.

Come on, you...

Come on. Hey.

Hey.

I... I know

you ain't down there.

Truth is, you ain't here...

Now...

where ain't yous?

Where ain't me Swee'peas?

What's that? What? Who?

Pappy?

Pap?

Poppa?

Pa...

Poppa.

I ain't nobody's poppa,

you one-eyed, fish-faced,

sissy-fated, sniffle snaffle.

Oh.

I knew it.

Oh, I knew it.

I found yous.

Oh. I hate sentiment.

I am disgustifated.

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