Popeye Page #8

Ooh. Ooh, nuts to you.

Phooey, phooey, phooey!

Oh, yes, yes.

Oh, Poppa.

Poppa, Poppa, Poppa.

Oh, Pap... fadder.

It's me. It's me.

Your oxspring son.

Stand to, you swab.

Yes, sir.

You're casking shadows

on Poopdeck Pappy.

Pride of the Pacifiric.

And father to the shark.

Brother to the piranhaca.

Cousin to the killer whale.

And uncle to the octopussy.

I'm your one and only exspring.

See, we got the same bulgy arms.

No resemblance.

We-we got the same

squinky eye.

What squinky eye?

That's going to be hard

for you to see. Oh.

We got the same pipe, Pap.

You idiot,

you can't inherit a pipe!

Ooh.

I am poppa to no male.

Nor no female child.

That no court could prove

otherwise.

Oh.

Oh, yes.

There's one way to prove

I ain't your fadder.

Pick up that can of spinach.

Pick it up!

Yeah.

Now bring it over here.

Yeah. Yeah.

Now eat it.

Eat it?

Eat it.

Raw?

Eat it raw.

Eat that spinach.

I don't want to eat...

Eat the spinach,

you brat.

I don't want to eat

that spinach.

Oh!

I don't want to eat

that spinach.

I don't want to eat...

Eat that spinach!

Oh, you disobedient brat.

You was disobedient

when you was two,

and you're still

disobedient now!

You wouldn't eat your spinach.

Spinach what kept

our family strong

for thousands of years.

And what does me only

oxspring do with it?

He spits it up.

His mother ups and dies,

and he wouldn't eat his spinach.

She choked on it, Pop.

His poppa out of work,

and he wouldn't eat his spinach.

It wasn't my fault.

The whole country

in a depressigan.

And he wouldn't eat his spinach.

That was Coolidge, Poppa.

His poppa going hungry.

Going off to steal.

Stealing what?

Spinach.

So his ungrate son

could grow up big and strong.

You know what I done?

You know what I done

when the G man catched me

and thrung me in jail?

- No.

- Hmm?

- I laughed.

- Yeah. You laughed?

I laughed a whole year.

Cut me down

from this yardarm.

Getting away with that rotten

little insect

of a stool pigeon.

Cut you down?

Cut me down!

Cut me down.

Cut you down, cut you down.

Cut me down!

I, uh, cut you down.

Are you serious?

Well, you said cut you down.

I didn't say cut me down.

I said get me down,

get me down.

Oh, oh, unhand me, you brute!

Oh, what are you doing?

What?! Oh!

Come down here, Bluto!

And don't you ever

pick up another knife.

If you do,

I'll make you eat it.

You'll be known as

the sword-swallowing sailor.

That's me pap.

That's me pap, I know he is.

Oh, what is all

this brightness?

I can't see. I-I...

Oh, Popeye!

All hands on deck.

Come on, haul ass, haul ass.

They're on the vile body.

Miss Oyl, that's me fadder.

No!

Your pappy's a Commodore?!

Follow me, get out of here.

He's got him! Bluto's

got Olive and Swee'pea!

Olive? Olive?

Help! Popeye!

Olive! Olive!

Who got me Olive?

I got to get him before

he gets me treasure.

All of you

can commandeer it.

Help, Popeye!

The wharf, the wharf is moving.

Shut up, stupid.

This ain't no wharf.

This is me getaway boat.

I'll punch your head.

Hoist the main mast.

Hurry up, Popeye!

You're falling behind!

And Bluto's getting away!

Yeah, with us!

Help!

What is it?

It's a rock.

It's a hard place.

Oh, no. It's Scab Island.

Mom...

Don't worry, Castor.

Your father's with us.

S-S-S... Scab Island!

Haul ass!

Haul ass, haul ass.

Get to your stations.

Get to your battle stations.

Oh... oh, phooey!

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

Who do you think you are,

Captain Arab?

I'm trying to save

me Olive Oyl and me Swee'peas.

Olive Oyl? Swee'pea?

What are you doing,

making a salad?

I want me treasure,

do you hear me?

I want me treasure!

I am the Commodore of this ship,

and don't you give orders on it!

Oh, yeah? Well,

I'm the Commodore, me friend.

You command this privy,

and I'll commands me friends.

Is that any way to talk

to your fadder?

You ain't me fadder.

Me fadder was tall and kind

and looks like

Abraham Lincoln.

Yeah, don't tell me what I am.

Eh? Where'd he go,

where'd he go?

I says I am your fadder.

I ought to know whose fadder

I is and whose fadder I ain't.

Who says?

I said. I said.

I says avast, you bilge rat,

before I use you as an anchor.

Bilge rat, bilge rat,

bilge rat?!

Mutiny, mutiny!

I am your one and only fadder.

Look it, look it...

Eh...

the same bulgy arms.

No resemblance.

Eh, the same squinky eye, eh?

What squinky eye?

The squinky eye.

Help, Popeye! Oh!

We even got, we even

got the same pipe. Look!

This ain't me pipe.

He took the bait.

Eh, I've never seen anything

like this before in me life.

Talking to your

poor old fadder like that.

You disobedient brat.

You're spoiled...

that's what you are... spoiled.

Children. Children. Kids.

Eh, phooey!

Phooey!

Give them everything they want,

and what'd you get in return?

Nothing, nothing.

Nothing but heartache,

heartache, sadness,

and miserky.

And a bad time,

once in a while,

when you try to give them a

bath, and they don't want it.

And another bad time

when you want to do something

that you really want to do,

but all they want to do

is not what you want to do.

Bless their little hearts.

If they were

really made out of gold,

I'd like to sell them

on the open marketplace.

I could make me a fortune.

I could've made us a fortune.

Kids!

Eh, they don't

know what they're doing.

Kids, dadblast 'em!

They're gonna lead you

to ruin.

That's what they gonna do.

Lead you to ruin.

They cry at you

when they're young,

they yell at you

when they're older,

they borrow from yous

when they're middle-aged,

and they leave you alone

to die...

without even paying you back!

Children. Phooey!

You give them

everything they want,

and what do you

get back in return?

You gets nothing!

Catch him like

a big, fat lobster.

Why, they're just smaller

versions of us, you know.

Well, I'm not so crazy

about me in the first place.

So why do I want

one of them?

I'm asking you.

Children.

Ah, children.

Little children.

You'll pour

your heart out to them,

you give them

everything they want,

give them candy,

and a lot of toys,

and what do you get back?

You get a lot of noise.

Nah-nah-nah-nah, nah, nah.

My poppa's a mean old man!

I'm through with children.

I'm through with kids.

There ain't nothing

I'm never gonna do about it.

There it is, Pap,

we's got 'em cornered.

Dad blast

that dirty bilge rat!

You! You,

with that crazy beard,

get that fat guy up here.

Come up here.

Get up here, get up here.

Help! Oh! Help me!

There she is!

Haul ass, haul ass.

Get the cannon

and move it here.

Come on, haul ass,

haul ass, haul ass.

Get the cannon

and move it here.

In a good position, that's it.

What are you doing?

You can't fire that thing.

There's women and infants

on that boat.

You stop worrying.

All I'm gonna do

is fire a warning shot

right across the bow.

Don't you thinks

I knows what I'm doing?

Ah, short, short.

I was a little short.

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