Tom Sawyer Page #6

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But you're so thoughtless.

You never think of anyone but yourself,

leaving us all to believe

that you'd been drowned.

- Thank God they're safe!

- Thank God!

Oh, I'm so glad you showed up alive,

I haven't got the heart to punish you.

But I should.

It's wonderful, Polly! Wonderful!

Wonderful!

Terrible!

Huckleberry.

- I'm glad you're safe, Huckleberry.

- Thank you, ma'am.

Now, you'd best come to my place

and let me fix you a good meal.

I'd just as soon go to my place, ma'am.

Nonsense! You're coming with me.

They found them, but they's alive.

You ain't gonna make nothin'.

Now get on out of there,

you old scalawag.

You're in my way.

Giddyup here!

I just hope we got enough here.

I don't know why it is people always

eat so much more when they eat outdoors.

Thank you, Sidney. You wanna get

my parasol and shawl?

Yes, Mother.

You know, I had a dream last night.

I dreamt that awful Injun Joe

came prowling around right in this house.

Oh, hush, child.

Why, if that murderin' Indian

were still anywhere around here...

you heard what the men

said two weeks ago.

He's probably

far out of the country by now.

Thank you, Sidney.

Take your cake, young lady.

Time we got a move on.

Tom!

You, Tom!

Now don't you stray away

from me today, you hear?

But why, Aunt Polly?

Never you mind.

Just do as I say.

All right.

Hi, Tom!

- Hi, Tim!

- Hi, Tim!

- Hey, Sidney!

- Happy Fourth!

- Hi, Joe! Hi, Jason!

- Happy Fourth!

Happy Fourth!

Load up the vittles,

pickles and hams

Melons and cherry pie

Fritters and dumplin's,

turkeys and yams

Packin' a big supply

Apples and peaches,

soda to sip

Cider is gonna flow

With a hey and a ho,

and away we go

On a holiday in Hannibal, Mo...

...ssouri!

Latch up the winders,

lock up the doors

Gotta get on the go

Line up the buggies,

wagons, and rigs

Meet all the folks you know

You bring a fiddle,

you bring a drum

You bring an old banjo

And a hey and a ho,

and away we'll go

On a holiday in Hannibal, Mo...

...ssouri!

- Who brung the watermelons?

- I done

Put 'em in the buggy

by the box of red plums

- Who brung the lemonade?

- Ask Ern

It's here in the wagon

with the buttermilk churn

- Where's Mary?

- With Nelly

Standin' guard

over jams and jelly

- Where's all the fireworks?

- Don't know

But you're gonna see 'em all the way

from here to St. Joe

Better get ready,

the time is right

We'll be gone all day

and half of the night

The road is rugged

so hold on tight

No time for lollygaggin',

everybody on the wagon

Giddyup!

Giddyup the horses,

give 'em the reins

They know the way to go

Down by the river,

over the ridge

Into the old meadow

Oh, what a feelin',

oh, what a day

Bright as a daisy glow

With a hey and a ho,

and away we go

On a holiday in Hannibal, Mo...

...ssouri!

Oh, what a feelin',

oh, what a day

Bright as a daisy glow

With a hey and a ho,

and away we go

On a holiday in Hannibal, Mo...

...ssouri!

Oh, what a feelin',

oh, what a day

Bright as a daisy glow

With a hey and a ho,

and away we go

On a holiday in Hannibal

Mo-ssouri

There it is.

- That's McDougal's Cave?

- That's it.

How'd you like to taste

the best drinkin' water in Missouri?

You mean in there, Tom?

Sure. There's

an underground spring in there.

Well, actually it's a river.

Me and Huck's been in there many a time.

My folks told me a lot of people

went in there and never came out.

And I heard they found

a human skull in there!

Are you afraid, Becky?

Well, no, no, I'm not afraid.

It's just that...

Well, I don't wanna miss the fireworks.

We'll be back

in plenty of time for that.

Here.

Stay right there.

I'll be right back.

Oh, Aunt Polly!

Where are you goin'

so fast, boy?

Nowhere.

Nowhere is somewhere.

I'm gonna go get Becky Thatcher

a drink of water.

Who's comin'?

- Not me.

- Or me.

Becky?

- Are you sure we should, Tom?

- Of course I'm sure.

My, this is big!

That's nothin'.

Wait till you see what's up ahead.

Look.

Here it is, Becky.

Here.

My, this is good, Tom.

See? What did I tell you?

Tom!

Becky, come on!

I'm gonna kill you, Tom Sawyer.

I'm gonna kill you!

You'll never get

out of here alive!

Do you hear me?

You'll never get

out of here alive!

Rebecca?

Polly, have you seen Rebecca?

Well, last time I saw her

she was with Tom.

But I haven't seen either of 'em

since before the fireworks.

Where's Tom Sawyer?

Tom and Becky

are in McDougal's Cave.

- McDougal's Cave?

- I told them not to go in there.

Tom said somethin'

about an underground spring.

A drink of water.

All right, all right, everybody, calm down.

I know where they are. Tom and me's

been to that river many a time.

- Can you show 'em how to get there?

- Sure.

I found a lantern!

They can't be far away.

Becky! Tom!

- Hear that?

- We're here!

Injun Joe!

It's Injun Joe's!

- I can't hear them anymore.

- We'd better keep on goin'.

Come on.

Up here.

Don't look down, Becky.

I'm tired.

Don't cry, Becky.

Hear that, Becky? They'll be here

in no time. I just know it.

I told you, Becky.

They're here!

Now I've got you, Tom Sawyer.

Now you're dead!

Bull's-eye.

- Good morning, Constable.

- Morning, Judge.

- Morning, Miss Becky.

- Mornin'.

Thomas.

Rebecca has told me everything.

How you pleaded with her

not to follow you into that cave.

Young man, if you suspected

that that murderer was hiding in there,

you should have gotten

some grown men to find him.

That was a foolhardy...

but uncommonly heroic

thing you did.

- Thomas, have you seen Huckleberry?

- No, ma'am.

He didn't sleep in his bed last night.

I'm beside myself with worrying.

Well, don't you worry, Mrs. Douglas.

I'll go find him right away.

Not till after the services, young man.

Don't you agree, Martha?

Oh, yes.

But yes, of course, Polly.

Huck.

Huckleberry, what you doin'

back down here?

The poor Widder's beside herself

worryin' over you.

Ain't you got no feelings,

no consideration?

What?

All you're thinkin' about

is your own self.

I don't understand you, Huck.

Well, I give it two weeks,

and it just don't work.

She makes me get up

the same time every mornin'.

She makes me wash.

I gotta wear them fancy clothes

that just smothers me.

I can't smoke, I can't chaw.

I gotta wear shoes all Sunday.

I gotta ask to go swimmin'.

I gotta ask to go fishin'.

Well, I'll be damned

if I don't have to ask to do everything.

- Is it that bad, Huck?

- I tell you,

I had to sneak up to the attic

and cuss for ten minutes

just to get the taste

back in my mouth.

Well, just the same, Huck,

you could've faced up to it,

told her you was leavin'

instead of worryin' her half to death.

Is that all you can say?

Oh, Huck!

I gotta tell you,

swimmin' and fishin' ain't all.

One of these days

you're gonna find that out.

One of these days you

gotta have some responsibility!

Old John.

Hey, Muff!

Hello, Tom.

What you doin', Muff?

I'm glad to have a chance

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