Tom Sawyer Page #2

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only yesterday Mr. Douglas

and your Josh were...

- What smells so good?

- We're having lamb stew.

My favorite!

Dear Lord...

We thank Thee for the bounty

which we are about to receive. Amen.

How are you doing

in school this year, Sidney?

Best in the class,

just the same as last year.

I've never been to St. Louis.

I hear it's very modern.

Oh, my, yes.

They have gas lamps

on every street corner.

Why, you can go out at night,

and it's as bright as daytime.

And the stores!

My, this does smell good.

Tom's home.

You little beast!

Excuse me, Martha.

You two, stay here.

Apple butter, please, Miss Mary.

Well?

Oh, Aunt Polly.

Supper ready yet?

Has been for some time.

Well, I'm late because

of the Widder Douglas.

- The Widder Douglas?

- Yeah!

See, I was on my way home,

walkin' past the Widder's house,

when all of a sudden

I heard a scream

and a yell for help

from the top floor.

What could I do?

So I had to run up there

and see what was wrong.

- What was wrong?

- Well, there she was,

layin' stretched out on the floor...

must have fell or somethin'...

screamin' and a-hollerin'

like she's gonna die.

And a bone

stickin' right out of her leg.

Stickin' right out of her leg?

Well, I had to run clear across town

to fetch Doc Robinson.

He's up there right now

sewin' up the poor widder's leg.

- Must've needed 50 stitches.

- 50?

Yeah! And that's how come

I'm late for supper.

I sure worked up a big appetite

doin' all that runnin' and chasin'...

Good evening, Thomas.

What a string of fibs you tell,

Tom Sawyer.

I oughta wash

your mouth out with soap.

That's all right, Aunt Polly,

if'n you let me put some supper in first.

Why don't you tell the truth for once?

You were playin' hooky again,

weren't you?

And why's your shirt damp?

'Cause you were swimming

with Huckleberry Finn, weren't you?

- Aunt Polly.

- Don't you lie to me.

I have warned you time and again

to stay away from that trash.

No dinner for you tonight.

Upstairs, to bed with you this minute!

You're gonna need your sleep

'cause you're gonna pay for this tomorrow.

His idols

are the wastrels of this town,

like that no-good, shiftless,

foul-mouthed Huckleberry Finn.

Huckleberry Finn.

You know, Polly, he's not really bad.

He just has no one.

Well, I mean, he needs

a strong influence like Thomas.

Well, with those two it's hard

to figure who's influencin' who.

I think the time has come for some

good old-fashioned uninfluencin'.

- All of it?

- Two coats.

- Two coats?!

- All of it.

Quarter speed! Ding, ding!

Hard a port.

Steady as she goes.

The River Queen's

comin' around the bend.

Guess what I seen.

New family movin' in the empty house.

Name's Thatcher.

He's a judge.

They got a real pretty daughter.

Heck, girls ain't no fun.

Always gigglin' or weepin'.

What do you know about girls?

I was engaged to Amy Lawrence.

Always gigglin' or weepin'.

Poor Tom.

You're workin'

your head off, ain't you?

- No, I ain't.

- Then what you doin'?

- I feel sorry for you, Joe.

- You're sorry for me?

Yeah, 'cause you can't get

what I get.

- What you get?

- Satisfaction.

From whitewashin'?

You get more than that.

You get gratifaction.

Gratifaction?

Yeah.

That's what you get.

Gratifaction.

Yep, I feel sorry for you, Joe.

Let me have a turn.

Please, Tom?

You don't know

what you're askin', Joe.

I'll give you my glass stopper.

Genuine crystal.

It's pretty good,

but I don't know.

Just for a couple of licks.

All right, just for a couple.

That's all.

Watch you don't slop none.

What'd you give him

to do your chores?

What chores?

He's doin' your whitewashin',

ain't he?

I'm afraid you've got this

all turned around. Joe gimme this.

- He paid you?

- Sure.

Look at him havin' all that fun.

- I got six marbles.

- I done ate some, but it's half good.

Watch you don't slop any.

You call this work?

Well, ain't that funny

We ain't doin' this for money

Heck, it's a regular privilege

to be occupied

It's a source of pride

Anyone can swim and fish

on Saturday

Anyone can just lay down

Layin' in a hammock,

layin' in the grass

Like a lazy, no-good hound

They just know

that I'm soft-hearted

I was barely gettin' started

Now I'm givin' all of my fun away,

they keep beggin' me,

And I'm generous

I mean, when's the last time

you could slosh a buck full of wash

On a mile of fence?

Look at 'em smilin',

havin' a time

And all at my expense

And you get that deep-down inside

Gratifaction

Gratifyin'

Satisfact...

Well, I mean that

deep-down inside

Gratifaction

Oh, how good you feel

when your shoulder's to the wheel

You don't need nothin'

except ambition

Elbow grease for ammunition

And bang, what a righteous glow

you get from honest sweat

It's a natural bet

Anyone who puts his nose

to the grindstone's

Gonna get a great reward

Your eyes will see the glory

of the comin' of the Lord

And you get that

deep-down inside

Gratifaction

Pure enjoyment

from employ...

Well, I mean that

deep-down inside

Gratifaction

Oh, how good you feel

when your shoulder's to the wheel

You don't need nothin'

except ambition

Elbow grease for ammunition

And bang, what a righteous glow

you get from honest sweat

It's a natural bet

Anyone who puts his nose

to the grindstone's

Gonna get a great reward

Your eyes will see the glory

of the comin' of the Lord

And you get that

deep-down inside

Gratifaction

Gratifyin'

Satisfact...

Well, I mean that

deep-down inside

Gratifaction

Oh, how good you feel

when your shoulder's to the wheel

Get him!

- Just moved in?

- We're from St. Petersburg.

How do you like Hannibal?

We just moved.

What's your name?

Maximillian Q. Sullivan

at your service, ma'am.

But all my friends

just call me Mr. Bones.

I've spent the best part

of my life in a minstrel show.

I'm a minstrel man.

Aren't you awfully young

to be a minstrel man?

No, not really.

My folks was minstrels.

I just growed up in family tradition.

Rebecca?

Rebecca, we've got

a lot of unpacking to do.

Father, I'd like you to meet

Mr. Maximillian Q. Sullivan.

He's a real minstrel man.

Everybody just calls him Mr. Bones.

Well, it's nice to meet you,

Mr. Sullivan.

Always pleasant to meet

a gentleman of the theater.

Any relation to the moving company?

Oh, well...

Sullivan's just my theater name.

My real name's Sawyer.

Maximillian Q. Sawyer.

Well, you must come and visit

as soon as we get settled.

Now come along, Rebecca.

We've got a lot of work to do.

Well, I guess I'd best be goin',

Mr. Bones.

You can just call me Tom.

What's your name?

Rebecca Thatcher.

But everybody just calls me Becky.

Well, I guess I'd better be goin'.

Me, too.

Bye, Tom.

Bye, Becky.

Who's that for, Muff?

That must be old Hoss Williams.

Let's go take a look.

Doc, you did a real good job.

He looks better than he did alive.

How'd you get rid of the yellow?

- How much, Clayton?

- That'll be 2.50, Doc.

2.50?! This is an outrage!

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