Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm Page #7

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# On the sunny beach

of Peppermint Bay #

# And do you remember #

# Animal crackers in my soup #

# Monkeys and rabbits loop the loop #

# Gosh, oh, gee but I have fun #

# Swallowing animals one by one #

# And I never ever will

forget my grandest thrill #

# The very first time that I sang #

# An ordinary day becomes a holiday #

# When I'm with you #

# Mmm, mmm #

# I have lots of toys

but I don't want to play #

# Yes, and I'll never forget it #

# I sat in my daddy's lap

and whispered #

# Oh, Daddy, how I miss you #

# You're busy all your life #

# I long to hug and kiss you #

# Marry me and

let me be your wife #

#Ah, but its great to reminisce #

# When I sang to my little Dutch dolly #

#J ust like this #

# Sometimes I ought to haste you #

# You make me feel so blue #

# But honest I can't haste you #

# When you smile at me

main lovely popgun #

# Ach, main goodness #

The clock is ticking

the hours away.

# And so, my radio audience #

# The time has come #

# For me to say #

# Good night, my friends #

# The tired old moon is descending #

# Good night, my friends #

# My moment with you now is ending #

And so I must leave you

with kindest regards...

from Rebecca and Crackly Grain Flakes...

the grain flake that makes your tummy...

Say yum, yum, yummy.

I want all my little friends

to close their eyes and dream...

for in the morning,

it's Crackly Grain Flakes...

some sugar and cream.

Eat it with a smile,

and life will be worthwhile.

Now, in conclusion...

please join me

in singing my theme.

# Good night, my friends #

# Sleep tight, my friends #

# God bless you

Pleasant dreams #

Nighty-night.

- That was Rebecca.

- Go on. You're daffy.

Oh, am I? I know that kid when I hear.

I've heard her a thousand times.

What would she be doing

on a big hookup like that?

I told you when you married me

you'd be in the dough, didnt I?

Come on. Get dressed.

Adorable!

Come on, folks. Hurry up.

10:
00 train, don't forget.

Miss Winstead,

I think you're wonderful.

- You mean, the program was all right?

- Who cares about the program?

- Miss Winstead, I love you.

- And I love you too, Tony.

I don't know how

I ever got along before I met you.

Tony, when I grow up,

would you marry me

Rebecca, I've never received a more

flattering proposal, but it won't work out.

By the time you're ready to get married,

I'll have a long, gray beard.

Then would you marry Gwen?

She's almost ready.

Rebecca, will you give me a kiss?

They just can't resist you,

can they, Tony?

How 'bout running down

to the village with me?

I can't. I've got to wrap up Little

Miss America and put her back

where I found her.

So far, everything's

gone like clockwork.

- I'm afraid the clock's going to stop, Tony.

- Huh?

Now, Miss Wilkins, I don't want you to

say anything until you hear my side of this.

Young man, what are you

going to pay Rebecca?

Well- Huh?

But, Aunt Miranda, I don't want any pay.

I love to sing.

Then you don't mind, Miss Wilkins?

Course I mind. I'm not going to have my niece

a big radio star and not get paid for it.

You won't have a thing to worry about,

Miss Wilkins. I assure you.

- You're an old dear.

- You're a honey, Aunt Miranda.

- Hmm.

- How about me?

Homer Busby,

you're an old fool.

But you can't wait

much longer, Aunt Miranda.

She's right, Mirandy.

I got my rig out here if you want to

take a ride in the moonlight.

Go on, Auntie. I'll be along later.

Homer Busby, you always were impulsive.

Come on, Rebecca.

But, Miranda, I thought that

after all these years...

Nonsense! It's past Rebecca's bedtime

and mine too.

Come along. Good might!

Tony, darling, if Miss Whats Here Name

doesn't mind, I'd like to speak with you.

- Will you pardon me, Gwen?

- Oh, don't bother about me.

I'll be right back.

- Oh, hello!

- Hello.

- Gee, it was a swell program, wasn't it?

- Yes, it was.

- Wasn't she wonderful?

- Rebeccas all right.

- Uh, yes, she is, but I meant Lola.

- Oh.

- Oh, gosh, she's sweet.

- So it's like that, is it?

Well, only on my side.

She's crazy about the chief.

Oh, really?

Gee, he's a lucky guy.

He gets everything guy.

- Yes, I... I suppose he does.

Good night, Orville.

- Good night.

Where's Gwen?

Oh, think she started for home.

Gwen.

- Pardon me, but haven't you

forgotten something?

- I don't think so.

Well, think again. A fella named Kent

is going to take you home.

- You think again.

- What's wrong?

- Oh, nothing, nothing at all.

- Gwen, what is all this about?

- Please, it isn't anything.

- Tony, darling:

Is it Lola

that's worrying you?

Lola? Mm-mmm. Let's forget it.

Good night.

Now I'm going to make a gingerbread man.

Now I think I'll make a moon.

Now I thing a heart.

Now a star.

Gwen, when these are done,

let's take some over to Tony.

Well, I'll be too busy,

but you can take some over to him.

- Don't you like Tony anymore?

- Well, of course I like him.

You sounded like

you're mad at him.

Now, Melba, act nice to the kid.

You don't have to tell me how to act.

So, all right, honey.

I got it twice.

- We could sue them for that.

- That's an idea.

Oh, run along, will you,

and see who's at the door?

Hello there, honey.

How's tricks? Meet the missus-

- Your new mother.

- How do you do?

Hello, kid. How about a kiss?

- No, Thank you.

- Fresh, eh?

- Aunt Miranda!

- Aunt Miranda!

- What a dump!

Isnt it a laugh? Wait till

you see Aunt Miranda. She'll kill you.

- I hope not.

- Hey, come on in. Get a load of this.

- What do you think of it?

- I wouldn't like it if I was a moth.

Well, well!

A long time no see, folks.

Meet the new missus.

And this is my attorney Singer.

- Pleased to meet you.

- I thought you weren't

coming back here, Harry Kipper.

It's this way, Miranda. I been

doing all right, just got married and all.

And I'm ready to

take Rebecca back now.

You do no such thing! You gave the child up

once, and you can't take her back now.

Now, now, now, now, Miranda, there's

no reason we can't be friendly about this.

I'd as soon be friendly

with a rattlesnake.

It's obvious you've heard Rebecca

on the radio and you're after her money.

It's Harry's kid, isnt it? We got

more right to her dough than you have.

Don't let them take me away,

Aunt Miranda. I didn't like it with him.

Now, honey, you'll have

a swell time with me.

You can have anything you want.

Then I want to stay here!

Oh, Mr. Kipper,

you can't take Rebecca away.

She's been happier here

than she's ever been in her whole life.

- Now you get out of my house!

- Not without the kid, we don't.

I don't want to get tough about this,

Miranda, but you're asking for it.

You just try and take her.

Now, my dear madam, all this yelling

isn't going to get us anyplace.

And don't forget that Mr. Kipper is

the child's stepfather and legal guardian.

The courts of New York have decreed

that he shall have custody of the child.

Here are the papers.

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