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what kind of a sinner...

he was up against in Rascal.

Night after night...

that sneak went out

on his expeditions...

picking locks, outguessing us

every step of the way.

There was a night Mrs. Folger

caught a burglar...

in her jam cupboard...

a burglar

in a little black mask.

Next day I made sure that exit

was permanently closed.

He wouldnt go out that way

again... and he didn't.

He went out the attic...

the super second-story worker.

His next job

was the molasses caper...

in Mrs. Krause's kitchen.

The only clue

she had were fingerprints...

raccoon fingerprints

leading away...

from the scene of the crime.

It was like locking the barn

after the horse was gone.

Rascal simply found

another escape hatch.

And another...

and still another...

and yet another.

There was no holding him.

And so it really

came as no surprise...

when the long arm of the law

reached for me.

Sterling.

Hi, Mr. Stacey.

I've been lookin' for you.

I'm afraid you and I are gonna

have to have a little talk.

Yes, sir?

Now, I've had complaints.

I don't know

if you're aware of it...

but what we're facing here

is a misdemeanor.

A misde-what?

Meanor. A misdemeanor.

That's a violation, Sterling.

A violation of the law.

Has that animal got a license?

No, sir, but I've got him tied.

He's on a leash.

I don't write the laws, son.

I just enforce them.

But, Mr. Stacey...

-As they are set down.

Now, here.

Municipal code,

section fourteen.

"Public nuisance."

Paragraph five...

"Keeping of animals."

"Keeping of animals

other than farm stock...

"and household pets

shall be forbidden...

"unless strictly confined."

That means kept in a cage.

"Violation shall be

punishable by..."

Hey! Look out!

Walt Dabbett,

you're a four-alarm lunatic!

Take it easy, Cy.

-What do you mean, take it easy?

Why take it easy?

I nearly got killed!

What seems to be

the trouble here?

Seems to be?

Well, you seen it!

Practically run me down

with that steam kettle!

Minor navigational error.

Law-abiding citizen

ain't safe in this town...

with nuts like you!

What's going on?

My hitchin' posts!

Look at my hitchin' posts!

Hand-carved, both of 'em!

If they hadn't

been standing there...

I wouldn't have

knocked them over.

They don't even belong there.

They belong in

some old-fogey museum.

What do you mean museum?

WALT.'

Are you afraid of the truth?

Why don't you face it?

The age of the horse is over.

Over?!

-Finished.

Is that so?

-That is most certainly so.

Listen, I got a horse

that can outrun...

that puffin' billy

of yours sorefoot...

and pulling a flatbed wagon

with square wheels.

Are you trying to tell me

you got a horse...

can stand up to a steam car?

You're not that crazy.

I'll stand up to you any day

in the week, Barney Oldfield!

Now, hold back.

A race might be violatin'

the municipal code.

A race? Garth!

Put up or shut up,

unless you ain't got the spunk!

WALT.'

I got the spunk all right...

and I got the money

to back it up with.

Name it! Ten? Twenty?

Five... hundred.

Five hundred?

And I'll even give you two to

one to spark your convictions.

We'll take it!

-Garth!

Tomorrow, 2.'00,

Miller's picnic grove.

Afternoon, Mr. Pringle.

Afternoon, go Beck.

Be with you in a minute.

No hurry.

-Anything else, go Folger?

No.

That's everything on the list.

Afternoon, go Beck.

Lovely day.

You're sure that's all,

Mrs. Folger?

Oh, yes.

-That'll be $ 1.65.

Oh, we're having a special

on kitchen tinware, go Beck.

No, thank you.

I've got plenty.

Well, I wouldnt

want to sell you anything...

you don't really want,

but I think you ought...

to take advantage

of this sale.

Prices are going up,

sure as shootin'.

Thank you,

Mrs. Folger. Now, go Beck?

Did the yard goods

I ordered come in, Mr. Pringle?

Indeed it did,

and so did the patterns.

Good.

Mrs. Folger,

I think you ought to look...

at that kitchenware.

Every item's on sale.

Here we are, go Beck.

Bye-bye.

-Bye.

That'll be $ 1.46.

Mrs. Folger, I think you ought

to look at that kitchenware.

Mr. Pringle,

are those cabbages fresh?

Came in this morning,

Mrs. Folger.

And the

cauliflower, Mr. Pringle...

is that fresh, too?

Came in with

the cabbages, go Folger.

And the yams?

Fresh, go Folger.

Everything's fresh.

That's always been our policy,

you know.

Aah! Aah! Aah! Mr. Pringle!

Aah!

Aah! Aah!

Oh! Oh!

Rascal!

Rascal, come back!

Mr. Pringle!

Catch that thing!

Well, that's not bad

for a hurry-up job, huh?

Tomorrow we'll move in

a few of the comforts of home.

Well, I think we ought to be

moving along to bed, Sterling.

Son?

Yes, sir.

He'll be just fine, son.

Come along to bed.

You ready to go, Pa?

-Yep.

Aren't you gonna

take him over...

to say good-bye to Cy

and Garth and Donnybrook?

They already left for the race.

Oh, that's right, the race.

Say, why don't

we stop by Miller's Grove...

and turn him loose afterward?

No, Pa.

Son, are you sure

you want to do this?

He's not really full-grown.

There's an awful lot

about taking care of himself...

in the woods

that he doesn't know yet.

He'll learn.

Tell you what...

since we're going

right by Miller's Grove...

why don't we just stop by

for a minute?

WALT.' All right!

Step right up, gentlemen!

Who else?

Who else has got the courage

to back poor Garth Shadwick...

and his one-horse shay

with some hard cash?

Two to one.

How about you, Mr. Pringle?

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Whoa, whoa.

What's ailing him?

Don't he know he has half

the loose money in town...

bet on his nose?

It's that darn varmint.

Whoa! Whoa!

Calm down! Where's Willard

and that boy anyway?

All right, gentlemen,

it's time to start the race.

Official starting time... 2.'00.

Last chance to bet.

Any more sucker money?

Both of you know the course.

You go down to the crossroads,

swing past Miller's farm...

turn right, across the creek,

past Otto Wagner's feed pens...

and come back down

the county road...

across the covered bridge...

and back to the starting line!

OK, let's go.

Steamer, four laps.

Donnybrook, two laps.

Yeah, yeah. Let's go.

Donnybrook, if you ever ran,

you'd better do it today.

Stand back.

Don't want nobody getting hurt.

Ready, gents?

Ready...

get set... go!

I said "Go", didn't I? Well, go!

Come on, Donnybrook! Go! Go!

Donnybrook, go, boy!

Ha ha ha!

Easy, boy. Easy.

Stop blowing that whistle!

Ha ha ha!

Now, easy, boy, easy!

Careful!

Down, Donnybrook!

Down, boy, down!

Any more Donnybrook money

at two to one?

Three to one? Five to one?

The race ain't over yet,

Walt Dabbett!

Aw, the heck it ain't! Ha ha!

Hey, look!

Hey, what's going on?

Never mind what's going on!

Where you been? Come on!

What are we gonna do?

Try to make a race out of

it, that's what we're gonna do!

Garth! Garth, stop! Stop!

Stop! Garth...

I'm pulling him

out of the race.

But, Garth, he showed up!

Oh... Sterling,

bring him here!

There we go! All right!

Let's go!

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