The Greatest Show on Earth

We bring you the circus.

The pied piper, whose magic tunes

lead children of all ages, from 6 to 60,

into a tinsel and spun-candy world

of reckless beauty

and mounting laughter, whirling thrills,

the rhythm, excitement and grace

of daring and blaring and dance,

of high-stepping horses

and high-flying stars.

But behind all this,

the circus is a massive machine

whose very life depends on

discipline, motion and speed.

A mechanized army on wheels

that rolls over any obstacle in its path,

that meets calamity again and again,

but always comes up smiling.

A place where disaster and tragedy

stalk the big top,

haunt the backyard

and ride the circus train,

where death is constantly watching

for one frayed rope, one weak link,

or one trace of fear.

A fierce, primitive fighting force

that smashes relentlessly forward

against impossible odds,

that is the circus.

And this is the story

of the biggest of the big tops

and of the men and women who fight

to make it the greatest show on earth.

- Morning, Mr Braden.

- Morning, Nick.

- When's the new hor'se arriving, Brad?

- Tomorrow, Chuck.

Dont rub them thin, Jimmy.

Tho'se bell's are 60 year's old.

Theyve rung in 'some good 'show's.

- Hi.

- Hi, Mr Braden.

How are the kid's?

Oh, ju'st fine, except they were playing

with Randy Concello a few day's ago.

That's nice.

Ye's, but Randy came down

with the mump's thi's morning.

What? No. Any 'sign's?

No, not yet,

but baby gorilla's do get the mump's.

Ill have Higgin's give them

a 'shot of immune 'serum

and double their cod liver oil.

Give them plenty of 'spinach.

You 'stay healthy now, boy, you hear?

Say, i's it true were only gonna play

a 'short 'sea'son thi's year?

Dont believe all you hear.

- See?

- Go back to Mama now.

I told you there wa's nothing to it.

- How's Myrtle?

- Stomach.

Give her 'some gin and ginger.

- Any new's about a full 'sea'son?

- Youll get a full 'sea'son.

Be 'sure Myrtle get's all the gin.

- Same old trouble?

- Yeah. Sore throat. All of it.

Well, get a billiard cue and 'swab it out.

Better feed your bird, Lou.

Hey, Brad, Betty in the cookhou'se 'said

were only gonna play

the big citie's thi's year.

And then clo'se up like a mi'ser's heart.

Well, if theyre giving odd's,

bet a buck for me.

Why the rehear'sal

ju'st for makeup, Brad?

Becau'se you left off your eyela'she's

la'st performance la'st 'sea'son.

Youre gonna need an extra 'shoe

walking back from Kalamazoo.

Im 'suppo'sed to be

looking for you, Brad.

Well, are you 'suppo'sed to find me?

Big bra's's hollering for you up front.

You found me.

Hey, Brad, thi's might help.

Too 'small.

Skim off the cream.

Let the little 'show's 'scramble

for the thin milk.

Dont forget what circu's day mean's

to a 'small town.

John North, youre ju'st

'soft about the circu's.

It's 'suicide to play

thi's whole tour thi's year.

- You gonna tell that to Brad?

- Ye's.

A good circu's bo's's carrie's out order's.

My vote i's 10 week's

and back to Sara'sota.

But for 80 year's...

That order about keeping the ground's

clean goe's for the top bra's's, too.

- Hi, Brad. Im 'sorry about that.

- Good morning.

Ive 'seen happier head's on cane's.

We 'sent for you, Brad, to tell you

weve got to pa's's up

the 'small citie's and town's.

- Time's have changed.

- Kid's havent.

- Price's have.

- Well 'stay in the black.

You hope.

Look, Brad,

here's the tour for thi's 'sea'son.

That's only 10 week's.

Sixty percent of our money come's

from the big citie's in the fir'st 10 week's.

The world's up'side down, Brad.

We cant take the ri'sk...

Our people ri'sk their neck's twice a day.

Well have a 'short 'sea'son,

no red ink and no trouble.

Trouble's part of the circu's.

They 'said Barnum wa's in trouble

when he lo'st Tom Thumb.

They 'said he wa's through

when Jumbo died.

Were the greate'st 'show on earth, and

you cant put 1,400 people out of work

becau'se the world ha's a 'stomach ache.

And you cant ri'sk $25,000 a day

on a 'sentimental journey, either.

If youll play only the big citie's, youll cut

the heart right out of thi's 'show.

In two 'sea'son's, youll de'stroy

what it took hi's family 80 year's to build.

I might vote a few week's more

if we had a bigger headline.

- Holly i'snt known.

- Well, weve got one.

- Didnt you tell him, John?

- Not yet.

Who i's it, Johnny?

Have you brought

Gargantua back to life?

The Great Seba'stian.

- What?

- Oh, no!

Obviou'sly, youre crazy.

Seba'stian's wrecked every 'show

he's been with.

- But he draw's like 'sugar in fly time.

- Nobody can handle him.

- He's never worked for Brad.

- Youre buying trouble, Johnny.

Im buying the be'st trapeze act

in the air.

Well, he may be a god in the air,

but he's a devil on the ground.

You mean with women?

Do you know how many women

thi's 'show carrie's?

He's not that good,

no matter what youve heard.

- Thing's are bad enough a's it i's.

- No, Brad, it's too big a gamble.

You havent 'sold me.

Im 'still again'st going under canva's.

- Are you for Seba'stian?

- Ye's.

Becau'se the only way we could get him

wa's to 'sign him for the full 'sea'son.

I knew there wa's a trick in it.

You cant get good act's

for a 10-week 'sea'son!

Cool off, Brad.

Were going to 'stay out

a's long a's were in the black.

Agreed?

- A's long a's we make money, ye's.

- Lf you 'say 'so, John.

Well, I dont like it, John.

Thank you, gentlemen. That's it.

And youd better 'start

worrying about Seba'stian.

- Let me 'show you...

- You try to give...

I cant believe it.

Hey, Lucky, keep tho'se cat's covered

when you move them.

Okay, Mr Braden.

- Brad?

- Yeah?

You know Seba'stian only work's

in the centre ring.

I know it.

Id rather crawl in that cage of cat's

than have to tell Holly

'she's out of the centre ring.

So would I.

You can blame me if you want to.

Thank's, but it's my medicine. Ill take it.

Come on, boy. Come on.

Hey, Tuffy, off your back

and on your toe's.

And give me

a little more 'slack thi's time.

You got ample rope now for a hanging.

One more and lm going to do

without the mechanic.

No deal. Ill put up a net.

What do you think I am, a fi'sh?

You better u'se a net for thi's one,

or youll break your neck,

and Brad will break mine.

Now dont get 'sentimental, Tuffy.

Come on, let's go.

If Brad 'see's thi's,

hell chew your ear's off.

Snap your leg's now.

All the way together, Lena.

Point your toe's, Janet.

A little more curve.

Relax, relax.

- Any new's?

- Nope.

Come on, now. Let's get over it.

Fa'ster, Loni, fa'ster.

What give's, Button's?

Holly's hatched up a new hair-rai'ser

for that centre 'spot.

Quiet around the centre ring!

Everybody, 'still a minute, plea'se!

Time...

Terrific, Holly!

Pretty good.

Hi, Brad. Do you like it?

You try it again and III ground you.

It's the fini'sh on my new act.

Itll fini'sh you and your act.

Dont you want to 'see it once more?

No. Come on down.

Okay, youre the bo's's. Watch it, Tuffy.

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