Song of the South Page #7

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Tempy:
Humph! Ya ain't pullin' no

wool over my eyes. Here!

Chloe:
What you all doin' 'roun' here, anyhow?

Jake:
We wants to see Miss Sally.

Joe:
Yeah.

Chloe:
What you want to see her about.

Jake:
'Bout our dog.

Joe:
Yeah.

Remus:
Why, 'tain't dey dawg.

It's Johnny's.

Tempy:
No 'tain't.

Remus:
What's dat?

Tempy:
When he brung it here, Miss Sally tol' him

to take it right straight back what he got it.

Remus:
Why dat li'l scamp.

Remus:
Where you goin'?

Chloe:
To git Miss Sally.

Remus:
Uh...oh.

Remus:
Ain't i done tol' you to stop pesterin'

folks 'bout dat mangy ol' puppy?

Remus:
Now go on home. Go on,

befo' i gits fractious!

Jake:
We ain't goin' 'til we sees Miss Sally.

Joe:
Yeah.

Remus:
Miss Sally ain't got no

time to be bothered wid you.

Remus:
An' she don't wanter hear no

talk about dat dawg, neither.

Sally:
What's this all about?

Jake:
Johnny's got our dawg

-- An' we we wants it back!

Sally:
Your dog? You don't

mean that little puppy?

Jake:
Yassum. Johnny took it down to

ol' Remus's so's you wouldn't know.

Sally:
Is that right, uncle remus?

Remus:
Well, you see

miss sally, I had..

Sally:
I see. Uncle remus'll get your

dog back to you. Now run along, please.

Joe:
You gonna whup johnny?

Jake:
Ya oughta!

Jake:
Johnny said he didn't

care if we told you....

Jake:
...bute not to tell our maw.

Joe:
and when we told her,

she giv'd us a whuppin'.

Remus:
chuckle Lawzy, Miss

Sally, Johnny didn't mean no harm.

Remus:
He was jes' trying to be like

Brer Rabbit. I tol' him a tale 'bout de

Remus:
tar baby an' he just got a li'l bit too

bodacious, and outreached hisse'f, dat's all.

Sally:
Uncle Remus, i'm trying my best to bring up

Johnny to be obedient and truthful. But you and your

Sally:
stories are making that very difficult. I think maybe

it would be better if he didn't hear any more for awhile.

Remus:
Well, Miss Sally,

de stories ain't done no....

Sally:
They only confuse him. Now I know you

mean well, Uncle Remus, but Johnny's too young.

Remus:
Miss Sally.....

Sally:
I'll have to ask you

not to tell him any more.

Remus:
Yassum, Miss Sally......

Sally:
But what else could I have done, mama? I

can't just overlook it, he has to learn to mind.

Doshy:
That's very true, but without

Uncle Remus and his stories,

Doshy:
the child will be utterly desolate.

He needs something to hold on to.

Sally:
Well, he has his

mother....and his grandmother.

Doshy:
We're not enough, sally. The boy must have

friends. And if it's not Uncle Remus, or the Favers

Doshy:
children, then it must be someone else....

someone of his own age. That's just good common sense.

Tempy:
What you trackin' through here for anyway?

Ain't I done tol' you 'bout messin' 'roun' my kitchen?

Sally:
Johnny!

Johnny:
Yes, mama.

Sally:
Do you know what next tuesday is?

Johnny:
Uh...of course. My birthday.

Sally:
That's right, dear.

And what happens then?

Johnny:
I get presents.

Sally:
And a birthday

party. Would you like that?

Johnny:
A party? Sure!

Sally:
With lots of nice

little boys and girls.

Johnny:
Can i ask Ginny?

Sally:
Well, there'll be so

many other children, dear...

Doshy:
...That one more

won't make any difference.

Johnny:
Gee! Thanks! Will daddy come?

Sally:
Well, dear...uh...I'll

write and ask him.

Johnny:
Oh boy.

Johnny:
Teenchy! Here Teenchy!

Johnny:
Teenchy! Here Teenchy!

Teenchy! Where are you?

Johnny:
Uncle Remus? A present

for Teenchy! Where's Teenchy?

Remus:
He's gone.

Johnny:
Gone? Then we gotta find him. Sump'n

might happen to him... if he runs around loose.

Remus:
He ain't runnin' 'roun' loose.

Johnny:
Then, where is he?

Remus:
He's back at de Favers. Dat's

what he b'longs an' you knows it.

Johnny:
But teenchy's

my dog. He's mine.

Johnny:
Ginny gave him

to me, and you said...

Remus:
Nemmine what I said! Yo' maw

tol' you to take dat dawg back whar he

Remus:
come from an' you ain't done it.

She don't like dat, an' I don't blame her.

Johnny:
But he wasn't

botherin' anybody.

Remus:
She yo' maw an' she

know what's bes' for you!

Johnny:
But...but...I...I love him. He...he

loves me. You should'na done it, Uncle Remus.

Johnny:
Jake'll drown

him! I know he will.

Remus:
Ain't no use o' you carryin'

on. Puppy's gone an' dat's dat.

Johnny:
You don't even care! Teenchy's

gone...and you don't care at all.

Remus:
Don't make no difference

whether I does or whether I

Remus:
don't. I'm jes a wo' out ol'

man what ain't no good to nobody.

Johnny:
But uncle remus,

you're...the best friend i have.

Remus:
Mebbe so, but i'm dat pestered I

don't know whether i'm end-upperds or

Remus:
end-downerds. But I does know dis...

I ain't goin' ter be tellin' you no mo' stories.

Children:
Chick-a-ma, chick-a-ma,

craney crow! I went to the well to wash

Childern:
my toe! When I got there, the well

was bare! What time is it, old witch!

Ginny:
Hurry, maw, hurry!

Maw Favers:
I'm doin' the best I can.

Ginny:
Please, maw!

The party'll be over.

Maw Favers:
If you don't quit bobbin' up

and down I'll never get this collar on.

Ginny:
I'm just doin' like you told me.

Maw Favers:
Well, don't forgit

what you says when you does it.

Ginny:
Pleased to meetcha!

Maw Favers:
That's the girl. Now you

looks pretty enough to go anywheres.

Johnny:
Ginny! Come on...we're late.

Maw Favers:
Ginny! Don't

forgit your manners.

Ginny:
Pleased to meetcha!

Joe:
Pleased to meetcha!

Johnny:
Gee, I thought

you were never comin'.

Ginny:
Paw didn't get home with the thread, an'

maw had an awful time finishing my dress. Like it?

Johnny:
It's real pretty.

Ginny:
It's bran' new. It was maw's

weddin' dress. Are we gonna have cake?

Johnny:
Course! They're eatin' it

right now. But there'll be plenty left.

Ginny:
What do you do at a

party -- 'Sides have cake?

Johnny:
Oh, lots of things.

Play games, an'...get presents.

Ginny:
Do i get a present?

Johnny:
Sure -- Everybody

does. Course, I get the most.

Jake:
I get the most.

Ginny:
Go on home.

Jake:
Go on home.

Ginny:
I'll tell maw.

Jake:
I'll tell maw.

Johnny:
Don't pay any

attention to them, Ginny.

Joe:
Don't pay any

'tenshun to 'em, Ginny!

Ginny:
Quit it!

Joe:
Pretty strings.

Ginny:
You stop it.

Ginny Crying

Ginny:
Now look what you've done!

Ginny Crying

Ginny:
You've spoiled everything!

Jake:
Ouch! Don't! Stop!

Jake:
Make him leggo! Make him leggo!

Jake:
Make him leggo! Joe, get him off!

Johnny:
I'll fix you.

Jake:
Pull him off, Joe! Get him off!

Johnny:
I'll fix you!

Jake:
Ouch! Don't! Stop!

Jake:
Make him leggo! Make him leggo!

Remus:
Aw right, get off him!

Remus:
Come on, son! Get off 'im!

Get off 'im! Now you git 'long -- An'

Remus:
don't lemme ketch you pesterin'

'roun' dese chillun no mo'! An' ah means it.

Johnny:
Ginny!

Johnny:
Ginny...

Johnny:
Gee, ginny! Please don't cry!

Johnny:
We can still go to

the party... if you wanta.

Johnny:
I'll clean off your dress.

Ginny:
You're just makin' it worse.

Johnny:
It wasn't much

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