Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm Page #4

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I can only stay a minute.

That's what I said,

and I'm still here!

Believe it or not, I was hoping

I'd see you today.

I always say neighbors should be,

well, uh, neighborly.

- What do you always say?

- I always say that

depends on the neighbors.

I can see we're going

to get along great:

Hello. Could you direct me

to Mr. Kent's house, please?

- You're looking right at it, bub.

- Oh, thanks.

Just a minute.

I'll have to introduce you first.

Aw, come on. This is important.

I'm Mr. Kent's assistant.

Hold your horses, bub,

and wait till I introduce you.

Keep your eye on him, Al.

- I got my eyes right on him.

- How do you like... Ooh!

Would you mind

pointing that the other way?

There's a sort of

a simple-looking person outside.

Says he's got to see you.

Claims he's your assistant.

- Orville? Will you excuse me a moment?

- Sure.

- Could I get you some more turkey, madam?

- No, thank you.

I think I have enough.

Well, Orville, I didn't expect

to see you down here.

- Nothing's wrong, I hope.

- No, everything's going to be okay.

You did find the kid

all right, didn't you?

- Well, it's this way. See, the detectives-

- Did you find that kid?

- Now, don't get excited.

- Did you find her?

- Chief, there are a lot of other kids.

- Quit stalling, Orville.

- What's happened?

- Well, chief, I lost Little Miss America.

What? What do you mean

you've lost her?

It wasn't my fault. We went

to her address, and she'd gone.

I tell you, we even hired detectives.

- That kid has vanished from

the face of the Earth.

- That's what you're going to do.

- Do you realize what you've done to me?

- No, wait a minute.

- I'll never explain this to Bartlett.

- You won't have to.

- I told him already.

- You what?

- What did he say?

- Well, for a minute he didn't say anything.

Then I couldn't understand him.

Why, you-

Hello, Operator.

I want New York.

I want to speak to Mr. Cyrus Bartlett,

Ryan Lender 51680.

Informs me...

Yes?

- Mr. Kent on long distance.

- Hello?

- Hello. Mr. Bartlett?

- Yeah!

This is Kent. Tony Kent.

Look here, Kent, you sold me

on the idea of-

##I'd want an old straw hat

a sui9t of overalls ##

Just a minute, Mr. Bartlett.

You're going a little too far.

We can straighten out everything.

Why, you-You've ruined-

You've scuttled my product!

The failure of this program...

will be an insurmountable affront

to the dignity of Crackly Grain Flakes!

And, Kent, I'll get you for this!

I'll... I'll... I'll...

# This is the wish I would choose #

# I'd want an old straw hat

a suit of overalls #

# And a worn-out pair of shoes #

# Just let me roam around #

# Laughing at big-city blues #

# With an old straw hat

a suit of overalls #

# And a worn-out pair of shoes #

# Howdy, Mr. Brown

Ho-hum #

- Chief! Chief! It's a mirage!

- Shut up.

It's the kid! Little Miss America!

You got to listen.

# How about a hayride

Saturday night #

But, Mr. Bartlett,

I've been trying to tell you...

I've got Little Miss America!

Wait. Listen.

- Listen!

- ## Get an old straw hat ##

# A suit of overalls and

a worn-out pair of shoes #

Hold it.

And don't hang up!

Hello?

Homer! Aloysius!

Give me a hand!

Oh!

Get over here.

Keep playing. Loud.

Let's go.

Come on, Rebecca!

Come on. Come on, honey.

Sing another chorus right here

under the phone. Play it, will ya?

Give it everything

you got, honey.

# If I had one wish to make #

# This is the wish I would choose #

# I'd want an old straw hat

a suit of overalls #

# And a worn-out pair of shoes #

# Just let me roam around #

# Laughing at big-city blues #

# With an old straw hat

a suit of overalls #

# And a worn-out pair of shoes #

# Howdy, Mr. Brown

Ho-hum #

# Going fishing? Hope you get a bite

Yes, indeed, I do #

# Howdy, Mr. Jones

Ho-hum #

# How's about a hayride #

# On Saturday night

Ho-ho-ho #

# Sing hi-ho, the merry-o #

# What have you got

What have you got to lose #

# Get an old straw hat

a suit of overalls #

# And a worn-out hat #

# Overalls #

# Shoes #

Did you hear that, Mr. Bartlett?

Of course she's right here.

That's what I called to tell you.

Oh, that. Uh, uh-

My assistant was just

playing a practical joke.

Oh, you're right. It wasn't very funny.

He's never very funny.

Yes, Mr. Bartlett.

Everything's fine.

In fact, everything's beautiful.

Good-bye, Mr. Bartlett.

Whew.

Well, I put it over, chief.

I knew I'd find her.

I still can't believe it.

Why, it's marvelous.

- But what, Mr. Kent?

- It's uncanny!

We had a kid all set

for a big program.

She disappeared, and now

it turns out to be Rebecca.

Why, it sounds like a fairy tale.

- It is!

- I love fairy tales.

My old pal, Rebecca!

I was crazy about you before,

but now- Ohh!

Why didnt you tell me

you tried out for my program?

But I didnt know

it was your program.

- Am I going on the radio after all?

- You bet you are!

Why, you'll be a sensation.

Oh, I don't think

Aunt Miranda will like it.

Don't you worry

about Aunt Miranda.

I'll sell her a bill of goods.

Going to have to be

a mighty good salesman, Mr. Kent.

Rebecca tells me Aunt Miranda

is rather old-fashioned.

- She's mighty peculiar.

- I'm glad I brought you, Homer.

Having along an old friend

of Aunt Miranda's...

ought to get me off

on the right foot.

I'm warn you again... It won't none

to have me along.

I've known Miranda for 25 years, and

I can't rightly say understand her yet.

- Maybe I'd better wait out here.

- Wait a minute.

That's no way to talk to the chief.

Where's your loyalty?

We got to pull together.

Orville, I think you'd better pull from

out here, where you can't do any damage.

Oh, now, chief-

Hello.

Have you told

Aunt Miranda anything yet?

No. Gwen thought

it would be better to surprise her.

- Aunt Miranda isn't in

a very good humor today.

- Oh-oh.

Where are you going, Homer?

It just came to me

sort of sudden-like.

Maybe I'd be in the way, hmm?

I'm depending on you.

Aunt Miranda,

this is Mr. Kent.

How do you do, Miss Wilkins?

How are you?

What's that man

doing in my house?

- Why, l... l...That is, l...

- Now, Miranda...

Rebecca, tell that man

to get out of my house.

I think Aunt Miranda

wants you to leave, Mr. Busby.

All right.

I guess I can take a hint.

But you can tell her for me

it isnt Christian

to hold a grudge so long.

- Mr. Busby says it isn't

Christian to hold a-

- I heard him.

You did?

Mr. Kent, I don't thank you

for bringing that no-good-

Auntie, I don't think

Mr. Kent understands.

I assure you, I had no idea there'd been

a breach between you and Mr. Busby.

Breach? I don't even know

that Mr. Busby's on Earth.

I quite understand,

Miss Wilkins.

I can see now there couldn't possibly

be any community of interest...

between a lady of your background

and a man like Homer.

Hmm. Won't you sit down,

young man?

Thank you, Miss Wilkins.

I knew you'd like Tony, Aunt Miranda.

Tony?

Yes. That's short for Anthony.

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