The Adventures of Bullwhip Griffin Page #9

- Good luck, Sam.

- We can't lose.

Get them seated,

let's get the fight on.

All right. Take your seats.

The fight will start in a while.

[Drum roll]

Knock him out, Bullwhip.

I bets my poke on you!

I got everything I own riding on you.

You just gotta win.

Good luck, Bullwhip.

I'll lose my shirt if you don't win.

Those men who've wagered on me,

they expect me to win.

So does Mr. Bartlett.

He bet all his gold on you, Bullwhip.

- On me? To win?

- At 50-1 odds.

This saloon,

his gorgeous hacienda,

all his gold, he will forfeit to us.

- And you know that $1,000?

- Jack, you didn't.

No. Mr. Bartlett did it for me.

Oh, well, then.

I shall be forced

to trounce the scoundrel.

[Cheering]

Hold it. Save it for the fight.

Just one blow and it'll all be over.

[Crowd booing]

[Bell rings]

Go get him, Bullwhip.

There's gonna be one minute

between rounds.

And the round ends when any part

of the anatomy touches the ground,

excepting the feet.

Now I don't want no strangleholds.

- [Cracking]

- [Booing]

And no stomping a man

when he's down.

Now, let's have a good, clean fight,

and let the best man win.

[Cheering]

Now that was not fair.

You simply must observe

the Marquis of Queensbury rules.

Huh?

Stop using them cuss words!

I said a clean fight.

[Bell rings]

[Jack] Come on, Bullwhip! Hit him!

Come on, Bullwhip!

Hit him! Will ya hit him?

Attaboy, Bullwhip! He can't hurt ya!

Make him stand still so I can hit him!

No rules says he's gotta.

Let's get on with the fight.

- Boo!

- Boo!

[Sam] Come on, Ox! Move in!

All you have to do

is land one good blow.

[Sam] Behind you, Ox!

[Laughter]

No, Griffin, no.

Don't stand there. Move around.

Hit him, you big ox!

[Bell rings]

You big bully!

[Referee] The winner of round one,

the Mountain Ox.

[Crowd roars]

Water, quick!

We can't let them see he's out.

20, 21, 23...

- Uh, 22.

- 22? 22...

- I sure hit him, didn't I?

- You sure did.

25, 26...

[trumpeting]

[Man] Attaboy! Attaboy!

Don't let him get you mad.

Finish him off this round.

I want to open up the bar.

Dance around. Make him chase you.

Get him mad!

- He's gotta catch you to hurt you.

- He's terrified of you.

[Bell rings]

[Arabella] Move around, Griffin!

[Bellowing]

Quit playing around.

Get in there and hit him!

[Sam] Now! Hit him!

[Sam] Ox, will you hit him?

Yoo-hoo! Oxy-Woxy?

You're supposed to be dancing with...

I mean, fighting with Bullwhip, not him.

Why don't you just hit him? Hit him!

[Grunting]

[Man] Watch it. He's coming back.

[Man] Do it, Bullwhip!

You know, there's a lot more

where this came from.

May as well be greedy, huh, partner?

[Screams]

Stop! Wait for him!

Aaahhh!

- Trip him! Trip him!

- That's a good idea.

I didn't mean him. Come on, Ox.

You're not hurt.

The winner of round two,

Bullwhip Griffin!

[Cheering]

- Easy! Take it easy!

- What happened?

Oh! I don't know

if I can run another mile.

Now, don't get mad.

Who's mad!

Take it easy, Ox.

It's gonna be all right. Take it easy.

Go get him, Bullwhip. You can do it.

[Bell rings]

He's in back of you, Bullwhip!

[Sam] Ha-ha!

You've got him now, Ox! Hit him!

I got him now.

You've got him now. Finish him off.

Wait, wait! It's not over.

Both fighters has got one minute

to reach his scratch line.

Come on!

[Jack] Bullwhip, Bullwhip!

Bullwhip, don't just lie there.

[Jack] Bullwhip, wake up!

You gotta win, you've just gotta!

Ox, get up!

You gotta win or I'm ruined!

[Bookkeeper] 21, 22, 23, 24,

25, 26, 27, 28,

29, 30...

- Help me get him to his feet.

- Jack, help me lift him. Uh!

[Trumpeting]

- [Griffin moans]

- Come on, Griffin, get up.

- Good heavens!

- Good heavens! 56...

- 57...

- Toe the line, Griffin.

59, 60!

My good man,

were you looking for this?

[Bell rings]

The winner

and new bareknuckle champion

of San Francisco...

...Bullwhip Griffin!

- [Cheering]

What are we gonna do, boss?

You're wiped out.

Get the gold out of the safe.

We'll take it out the back way. Go on!

The bookkeeper!

He's stolen all the gold!

He's getting away!

[Man] Fire! Fire!

The gold. It's ours. Part of it, anyway.

I'm letting you out to fight a fire.

Head for the Lucky Nugget!

Here we go. Come on, let's go!

Gentlemen... Gentlemen?

- Gentlemen, you are...

- Judge Higgins!

- Let him speak!

- Use your intelligence.

Do you think I could have run

that fast with all that gold?

- What'd you do with it?

- On the mule.

I strapped it to the back of a mule!

What are you doing just sitting there,

you big ox?

- The boss says he's gonna kill me.

- Sam isn't the boss anymore.

- I am. Start carrying things out.

- Sure, boss.

Watch out. It's on fire.

Hey, Bullwhip! Arabella! Look!

- [Jack] It's all the gold.

- Jack! Good boy!

Well, well, well. Good.

You found the gold. Excellent.

Uh-uh!

[Whistles] Ox? Come here.

Get me those saddle bags.

You're not my boss no more, see?

I don't take orders from you now!

- Let him go, Ox.

- Aw, boss!

Let him go.

- Thank you, my dear.

- Remember, I'm still your friend.

And if you ever want your job back,

you just let me know.

[Laughs]

Ox, would you take care

of the mule, please?

Sure, boss.

Over the flames and ashes

Bullwhip dreamed a city

Whose charm all other cities

it would dwarf

With buildings fireproof

and social dancing on the roof

And fishermen

with their own special wharf

There was a hill for nobs

and streetcars pulled by cables

A golden bridge was also in the plan

Suffice it now to say

The city you see today

Was inspired by the vision of this man

Bullwhip, Bullwhip

Bullwhip Griffin

All San Francisco should cheer

And close up the ranks

Look up and give thanks

That Bullwhip Griffin was here

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