Carolina Blues (1944) - full transcript

Band Leader Kay Kyser wants to take a holiday, but his publicist Charlotte has promised that he'll give a concert for defense plant workers. Due to the fact that his vocalist has quit to get married, the plant owner's daughter Julie sings instead. But Kay dislikes her idea of joining the band.

Well, well, glad to see you back!

- Pretty rugged trip, eh, Professor?

- You said it!

I understand at one stretch

you did 67 shows in 22 days!

Listen, any time the services would

hold still, we'd play at 'em.

What are your plans now, Kay?

I'll let the gang answer that.

First thing I'm going to do is climb into

a hot bath and stay there for two days!

Then he's going to take

his clothes off.

Professor! Oh, Professor!

Uh oh.

Tell her we didn't get in yet.

Hiya, gang!

Fine press agent you are,

you show up after we've

given out all the news!

Oh that's all right, I'll read

all about it in the papers.

I want you to meet Mr. Carver,

he's one of the Carvers,

the famous ship builders.

Well, hello, Mr. Carver.

I'm delighted to meet you,

Mr. Kyser.

I can't tell you how much

I appreciate all you're

going to do for us.

Oh, think nothing of it...

What do you mean,

all I'm going to do for you?

Well now, Mr. Carver's going to have

a Kay Kyser day at his defense plant

in honor of your homecoming.

Well, that's very considerate

of you.

Well, naturally we'd like to have

you put in an appearance

in order to make the affair

a complete success.

Well, there's nothing

I'd rather do, but...

There's no rush, Mr. Kyser

we still have half an hour.

Half an hour?

Well now, Mr. Carver wouldn't

do this for everybody.

I had to use my influence.

Oh, I'm sure fellas would be mighty

happy to do a show right now.

Say... say, just a minute, gang.

Come here. Now look.

I know I promised you

a vacation, and when I make a

promise, you can depend on it.

But, I just want to postpone

it for a little while until

after we do this show.

But Kay, my train leaves

in 45 minutes.

Oh, there'll be trains

tomorrow, Georgia.

Well, what about it, gang?

That's the spirit!

We're all yours, Mr. Carver.

Ah, thank you.

I knew you'd come through.

Now everybody, this way.

Will the boys in the band

please get in this bus?

Kay!

Tom Gordon, how are you?

I'm a female Frank Sinatra.

- What brings you to New York?

- I heard you were getting in today.

Excuse me, Mr. Kyser,

television will be here soon.

I've come up here to talk to you

about something very important.

Well, I don't know...

Bring your friend with ya,

he can talk to you in the car.

That's a good idea.

- Looking for somebody?

- I'm hidin'.

Hey, it's you I'm hidin' from!

Just as bashful as ever.

Come here,

you beautiful hunk o' man!

Now, Charlotte, take it easy.

I gotta get used to you all over again.

- Well, what's this?

- A souvenir.

- For me?

- Yeah.

No! Yeah, I got one for you.

Yeah, right here.

A hand grenade.

Just what I've always wanted.

Why didn't you bring another?

They'd make a swell pair of earrings.

Well I'm awful dumb, you know,

I never thought of that.

- Where'd you get it?

- Picked it up on a battlefield.

Battlefield?

Oh, now look what you

went and done. You broke it!

It's tickin'!

Oh! Well throw it away,

throw it away! Oh!

Oh. Guess it was a dud.

Come on, dream boy, pucker up.

Oh no. Last time I kissed a girl,

she passed out and stayed out.

- Can't scare me!

- I'm warnin' ya!

Wow!

There, I guess that'll

hold you for a while.

Mr. Carter, may I present

Tom Gordon.

Tom's editor of the Rocky

Mountain Evening Telegram.

Best paper in the whole town.

- And the only one.

- Yeah! How do you do?

Welcome to New York, Mr. Jordan!

- Gordon.

- Oh, yes. Excuse me.

The Chamber of Commerce sent me

up here to see you, Kay.

You see, starting next Monday

we're going to try to sell enough bonds

to build a destroyer.

We know that's a pretty ambitious

goal for a town the size of ours.

I certainly admire the spirit

of Rocky Ridge, Mr. Borden.

Uh, Rocky Mountain, Mr. Carver.

And Mr. Borden's name is Gordon.

Oh yes.

Rocky Gordon, excuse me.

We were hoping you and

your band could come down

this week or next and tour,

Edgecombe and Nash County's

putting on bond shows.

Well gee, I'd like to, Tom,

but right after this show

for Mr. Carver

I promised the gang

a two week's vacation.

Oh, that's too bad, Kay.

Gee, and after that we're

booked solid for several

months of camp shows,

and I want the fellas to be

rested so they can do a swell

job for the service men.

Well, I'm sure the folks

back home will understand.

Ahem.

- Couldn't I make a suggestion?

- Sure.

I think there's a way you can help

without even going to Rocky River.

Rocky Mountain. But go ahead.

Well, instead of putting on

a series of shows in a

sparsely populated area

why not put on one big show

right here in New York

where there's a population

of 7,000,000.

Mr. Carver, I think you've

got something there.

Why, you could sell

enough bonds to build

a dozen destroyers.

Yeah! Sure!

But why stop at a destroyer?

We could build a cruiser!

Ah, I can see it now.

The USS Rocky Glen!

Mr. Carver, just once,

could you get the name

of my hometown right?

You'll have to pardon me,

I won't make that mistake again.

Thank you.

Anybody should be able

to remember a simple little

name like Rocky Gorge.

"Come on, childrens,

yes, dance, yes..."

I can't do it, I can't do it.

What's the matter, Skinny?

I can't go out there.

I just can't.

I've done my Kyser

imitations at parties

but I've never been

on a stage before.

Oh, there's nothing to be

frightened about, Skinny.

Everybody out there

is your coworker and friend.

Yeah, and I wanna keep 'em

that way.

You're on, Skinny.

Now go out there and show

them the kind of stuff that

electric welding is made of.

I'll do it. I'll do it.

This tomato's out cold!

You better go out there

and do your number.

But I didn't want to sing

until Mr. Kyser gets here.

You better go out now.

# I was always

a well-mannered child

# To say I was brought up bright

# would be putting it mild

# I was taught to say Thank you

# And strike a curtsey pose

# I haven't forgotten my etiquette

# So pet, here it goes!

# Thanks a lot...

Hey, not bad, not bad at all.

Beautiful voice,

don't you think, Mr. Carter?

Yes, and the personality

to go with it. Who is she?

Julie Carver.

Oh, any relation?

Well, slightly.

By marriage.

- My daughter.

- Oh.

My one and only offspring.

Uh, folks, the dressing room's

right back of the stage.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I'll find the stage manager

and tell him you're here.

I'll catch the show from

out front, Kay. See you later.

- Well, what do you say, Kay?

- Say about what?

About her. There's the girl

to take my place.

Oh no. Not interested.

Now listen, Kay,

you don't seem to realize

that I'm quitting!

I'm getting married, remember?

With my blessings, honey!

Well then, why don't you grab her?

Well, she's just not

what I'm looking for.

Now, I'm warning you, Kay,

you better grab somebody fast,

and I mean fast!

- Hurry up, put this thing on.

- What for? I don't need that.

You want to look like

Kay Kyser, don't you?

No, but I can't help myself.

Don't be afraid, Skinny.

Skinny?

What do you mean, Skinny?

Just remember, the cornier

you are, the more people

will think you're Kay Kyser.

- Oh, now, wait a minute...

- Oh, quit stalling.

Go on out there, Skinny!

I can't, I'm afraid!

Mr. Kyser!

Uh...

Oh, then...

then you're really...

Kay Kyser!

I guess I'm not myself today.

Well! Afternoon, folks,

how are ya'll?

Well, we're sort of thrilled

to be back here with you gang,

we had a lot of fun on the other side

with the guys there,

doing a swell job of fighting,

and you're doing a grand job

fighting on this side.

So we'd like to sing a little song

for you about a state.

We're not gonna sing about California,

here I come back home again,

and Indiana, deep in the

Texas and all that.

We want to sing about

the smallest of the 48.

Poor little ol' Rhode Island.

# Poor little Rhode Island

# The smallest of the 48

# You've got no prairie moon

or rich coyote's croon

# But I still think that

you're great

# You're such a teensy-weensy

poor little Rhode Island

# Let all the Texans

Yip-aye-ay

# Yip-aye-ay

# You're still the best part

of this land I dearly love

# Doop da doop

# and I'm including Io-way

# They've written songs

about the South

# They've written songs

about the North

# And I've heard them say

there's nothing finer

# Than dear old Carolina

in the morning

# But how about the nights in

# Poor, poor little Rhode Island

# Be careful

if you're fancy free

# In Providence one day

she stole my heart away

# Far away

# I'm dreaming of her constantly

# Let the sun shine bright

on your old Kentucky home

# Rhode Island's the place

for me

# Yeah, the place for me

# Rhode Island's the place

for me! #

Boy, I'm in a hurry to finish

that one because I can't wait

for you to see

who I just saw over in the wings.

It's our own, stop,

look at, and listen to gal

gorgeous Georgia Carroll.

# You completely overwhelm me

# With those love tales

that you tell me

# You merely hold me tight

# And I face a sleepless night

# You make me dream too much

# of rainy days

# and hideaways

# You make dream too much

# of falling stars

# and soft guitars

# I hate the thought of

early morning

# I wake, and then

I hardly finish with my yawning

# I'm dreaming again

# I see your nursery playthings

and such

# You make me dream

# too much

# You make me dream

# too much

How 'bout that?

Wasn't that swell?

Aw, that was...

Aw, snap out of that dream,

children, it's all over!

And now ladies and gentlemen...

Ish Kabibble's

Hour of Nonsense and Stuff.

- Not now, Ish, later.

- Thank you, thank you.

First nonsense.

Did you hear about

the military worm?

No, what about the military worm?

He's an apple corps.

Now the second nonsense, a poem.

Roses are red,

and violets are blue,

I know Violets' are blue,

'cause I seen her hanging 'em

out on the line the other day.

Now for a essay about a eel,

entitled "The Eel."

Fine.

Did you write the essay, Ish?

No, that dear gal I've been

running around with.

Oh, you mean Woodie Kiddie

from Kansas City?

No, Batty Hatty from Cincinnati.

- Oh, the pretty one.

- Yeah, the one with the head.

A eel is a long fish that goes

clean from one end to

the other without stopping.

Oh, very enlightening.

Now, um...

Do you know how to tell

the difference between

the front end of a eel

and the back end of a eel?

Oh no, I don't, Ish,

how do you tell?

Well, in the first place,

eels don't like apples.

- No?

- No.

So, you take a apple,

and you hold it up

to the end of the eel

that's the closest to you.

Yeah.

If he runs away from it,

that's his back end,

but if he backs away from it,

it's his front end.

And if he comes and gets the apple

it ain't a eel at all.

Probably a horse.

Oh Mr. Kyser,

you were wonderful.

Yeah, you weren't

so bad yourself, Julie,

if I must say so

and I guess I must say so.

You know, Mr. Kyser,

not a day goes by that Julie

doesn't have an offer to sing

with some famous orchestra.

Like Tommy Valley,

Rudy Dorsay, Cab Goodman,

Kay Kyser...

Oh, I beg you pardon,

you're Kay Kyser.

Well, um, how come your

daughter doesn't sign up

with one of those orchestras?

Well, Mr. Kyser, I may be

an old rooster

but I don't aspire to be

the father of a slick chick.

Why, Father.

Where did he ever learn such talk?

Oh, I'm hip,

I'm solid in the groove.

Brother, slip me some skin!

He's really hip.

Well, Mr. Kyser, I refuse

to trust my daughter's welfare

to someone who's a complete

stranger to me.

Well, I know all those

orchestra leaders,

and they're swell fellas.

I wouldn't consider it.

However, if there were someone

that I was personally

acquainted with, like, uh...

...well, like you, Mr. Kyser

and she would have

a chance to be star

I might alter my decision.

Mr. Kyser

didn't I read something

in the papers about

Georgia Carroll leaving your band?

Oh yeah, seems to me

I read something about that.

Well, uh, have you any idea whom

you're going to get to replace her?

Well, no. You see,

I haven't had a chance

to look for anybody.

Mr. Kyser

you said that my voice was...

Here's your hotel, Kay.

Oh, okay.

Thanks a lot for the lift,

Mr. Carver.

Not at all. Good luck to you

on your bond show.

Thank you, and I'm

mighty glad to have met you,

Miss Carver.

It's a thrill on my part,

Mr. Kyser.

Goodbye!

She gave you a bit of

a thrill too, eh, Kay?

Who, me? I didn't even know

she was in the car.

Hello, Kay!

Well, hello!

How are you?

Nice to see you.

I think I better get the car

back to your sister now.

By all means, Alfred.

Aunt Martha will be

terribly angry if you're late.

- You can drop us off

at the nearest subway station.

- Yes, sir.

And by the way, sir,

I don't mean to be

pre-sump-tur-ous

but, uh, how about

that three bucks you owe me?

Oh yes, the three Simoleons.

Oh, I'm temporarily

financially distressed.

Honey, would you... thanks.

What about the five

I gave you yesterday?

That ran seventh at Pimlico.

Here you are, Al.

Thanks.

Don't you think it's about

time you stopped wasting

your money on horses?

Wasting?

My dear, I do it as a pure

business investment.

Aw, Dad.

Aren't you tired of sponging

on our rich relatives?

I guess I can hold out

as long as they can.

If I could only land that job

with Kyser

we wouldn't have to

sponge on them any longer.

I can't understand it.

He seemed to be greatly

impressed with your voice

as well as your appearance.

And all of a sudden

he lost interest.

Do you suppose we should

have asked Kyser outright

instead of just hinting?

We did everything but

hit him over the head

with a hammer.

I wonder if that would've helped.

It's all set, Tom, we can have

the Cosmopolitan Opera House

this Saturday night.

That's great!

With the newspapers

and radio stations

plugging the show

I'm sure we can put it over,

even on such short notice.

I'll wire the news to

Rocky Mountain.

They'll be tickled pink.

Oh, but you better let me

talk to the gang first.

- How do you do, Mr. Kyser?

- Oh, fine, Jerry.

- Welcome home.

- Thank you. Did the gang get in yet?

Get in? They ran in,

they couldn't wait to get packed.

They're down in the storeroom now,

tending to their luggage.

Thanks, Jerry. Come on, Tom.

How's the hard parts coming?

What are you going to say to 'em?

Oh, I don't know yet.

- Oh, yes I do.

I'm not gonna say a word.

- You're not gonna say a word?

No, you're gonna do the talking.

- Me?

- Come on.

I'm going to be

a fugitive from a trombone.

Boy, I'm going to catch myself

a whole mess of fish.

In an hour I'm going to be

on that train, and brother,

I'd like to see anybody

try to stop me.

Just think, tomorrow

at this time I'll be a bride.

Say, I almost got married

to a second lieutenant once.

The first one got away!

Hey, speakin' of brides!

Maybe we could make this

a double wedding!

- Ish!

- What?

How would you like to get married?

Who to?

Well to me, of course.

Uh-uh, my mother and father

were married once, and

look what happened.

The trouble with you

is you haven't any romance.

Close your eyes.

Can't you see it in front of you?

That ivy-covered cottage,

just for you and for me?

I can't see a thing

with my eyes closed.

Well, just try to imagine it!

Maybe after we're married

the stork will bring us

a little visitor.

A little stranger

that will look half like you,

and half like me.

Oh boy, just what I always wanted!

A cocker spaniel!

Just try to picture it.

You, and me

and a little Ish

running around the house!

Oh, look, there he is now!

Hello, darling!

Oh, isn't he cute?

Why did you do that?

He bit me!

Well, you brute, I won't

have a husband that

treats my child like that.

Good, then we ain't

no longer married.

Well, gang, there was nothing

tired about that show,

it was great!

Come on over!

Say, I want you to meet

an old friend of mine, Tom Gordon.

Tom, meet the brood.

Say, Tom's got a few words

for you children, so speak up, Thomas.

Well, folks, Mr. Kyser tells me

he promised you all a vacation.

Well, when Kay promises you anything,

he keeps his promise.

Ya'll know that, don't you.

We know that.

But does Kay know it?

Yes. You're gonna get it, too.

It's just...

It's just that I want to

postpone it for a few days.

Now, wait a minute.

Go on, Tom, tell 'em.

If you'll only let me explain,

I'm sure you'll understand.

You see...

Yeah, you see, my home town

Rocky Mountain has pledged

itself to sell enough bonds

to build a cruiser.

Go on, Tom, tell 'em about it.

Mr. Kyser didn't want

to ask you to give up

your vacations to come down

to Rocky Mountain

I wouldn't think of doing

that, so what we'll do is

put the show on

right here in New York!

Go on, Tom.

We've arranged to stage

the show this Saturday, at...

That gives us five days

to rehearse, and right after

that I can guarantee

there'll be absolutely nothing

to stop you from going

on your vacations.

Well, go on, Tom,

tell 'em about it.

You told 'em.

Oh. Well, what about it, gang?

But Kay, you know I plan

to get married tomorrow!

I already sent my folks

a wire, they're expecting me!

All right, okay,

forget the whole thing.

I'm sorry, Tom, but after all

they have been going night and day

for a couple of years, you know.

I understand.

I'm so hoarse,

I sound like a foghorn.

- But if you really want...

- Oh, that's all right, Sully,

just forget about it.

And to show you my heart's

in the right place

I want you all to go up

to the ticket bureau in the lobby

and tell Maisy to give you a ticket

for wherever you want to go

and charge it to me.

Hey Maisy, give me

a ticket to Bangor, Maine.

A lower to Lebanon.

Kay sure is a swell guy

for doing this.

Round trip ticket to Watertown.

- What about you?

- Gimme a ticket for $50.00.

Where to?

It's a secret!

How am I supposed to know

where you're going?

Wait a minute.

- How many C's in Chicago?

- Two.

- Where do you wanna go?

- Chicago.

Hey, you peeked!

Well, I guess that takes

care of everybody.

If you'll all come back in

six days I'll try and have

your tickets ready for ya.

Six days?

Hey, wait a minute,

the way things are, you'll

be lucky to get 'em then!

Oh, here we go again.

But I thought you were going

to Cincinnati.

Yeah, I was, but I couldn't

spell it.

Oh, that was swell, Maisy,

you handled that beautifully.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Kyser.

Say, I really want you

to charge those tickets to me.

But remember, don't get 'em

for six days now.

I won't.

But you know, Mr. Kyser,

I couldn't have gotten them

any sooner anyway!

Here, get into this.

I don't think it'll do any good,

Miss Carroll. They heard me sing.

Onstage, Miss Carroll.

Coming! Now there's no need

to be nervous, you know the

number as well as I do.

Yes, but my whole family's

sitting in a box out front!

# Over and over

and over and over again

# That tune seems to haunt me

# Over and over

and over and over again

# They play to taunt me

# Of all the countless melodies

# This one stirs up memories

# It's still the best

but may I suggest

# Don't play it, please

# I find you make me dream

too much

# There goes that song again

# We used to call it

our serenade

# We fell in love when we heard

it played

# Over and over

and over and over again

# I still remember when

# I sang the words

and they made you mine

# I'd steal a kiss and repeat

each line

# Over and over

and over and over and then

# We drifted apart

# You walked off with my heart

# It's funny how one listen

# Just starts me

# Reminiscing

# I'd soon forget that

Yes

# I told myself when you said

so long

# But I was wrong

There goes that song

# Again

# You make me dream too much

# You make me dream too much

# Of rainy days

# And hideaways

# You make me dream too much

# Of falling stars

# And soft guitars

# I hate

the thought of early morning

# I wake and then

# I hardly finish with my

yawning

# I'm dreaming again

# I see your nursery play things

and such

# You make me dream

# Too

# Much

# We drifted apart

# You walked off with my heart

# It's funny how one listen

# Just starts me reminiscing

# I'd soon forget that

Yes

# I told myself when you said

so long

# But I was wrong

# There goes that song

# Again

Oh, you better hurry, you're

almost on.

I appreciate what you're

trying to do for me but I

can't go through with it.

Well you want the job, don't you?

Yes, I do, but playing a trick

like that on Mr. Kyser.

You let me worry about that.

The only way I'll ever get

married is to get somebody

like you to take my place.

And you're elected.

Hey folks, while we've been

trying to entertain you, six

men from the treasury

department have been busy too

totalling your bond purchases.

We're not only going to have a

Cruiser Rocky Mount

but also a couple sub chasers,

and a whole fleet of PT boats.

Because children, the total of

your bond purchases

are $36 430 000

red blooded American fighting

dollars.

Thank you. Now I personally

want you to meet some folks

who dug down in their jeans

deep enough to come up with a

million dollars for a box.

Ladies and gentleman, the Carvers.

And now children, we got some

more of that stuff and

that's for certain

so hold on tight and Mr. Man,

open that curtain.

# I've just come from Harlem

# From the land of Hidy Ho

It's Julie!

# And it's not the Harlem

# I once used to know

# I dug a cat named Luscious

# BB, I think was his name

# He's quoted

more than Confucious

# And clothes brought him

# His fame

# Mr. BB

He's the man who knows

# Mr. BB

Sets the styling clothes

# Fancy cravates

And those knocked out spats

# BB's the man who knows

# Mr BB

Dig the boutinniere

# Mr. BB

Booted front and rear

# Harlem's alive

To his dressed up jive

# BB's the man who knows

# Now I've heard them say

Clothes he throws away

# Are the clothes that

they'll wear next fall

# And it's also said

when he goes to bed

# His Pajamas are as groovy

As a technicolor movie

# Mr. BB

Thank you for the tip

# Big BB Harlem's hip

# Since you came on

every zoot suit's gone

Now here's what you can do

# Bring the Easter parade to

Lenox

# Easter parade to Lenox

# Avenue

# Mr. BB

Thank you for the tip

# Mr. BB

You made Harlem hip

# Since you came on

Every zoot suit's gone

# Now here's what you can do

# Bring the Easter parade

to Lenox Avenue

# Now we've heard them say

# Clothes he throws away

# Are the clothes that they'll

wear next fall

# And it's also said

# When he goes to bed

# His pajamas are as groovy

As a technicolor movie

# Mr BB

We want to thank

you for the tip

# Now all of Harlem's hip

# Since you came on

Every zoot suit's gone

# Now here's what you can do

# Is the Easter parade on

Lenox Avenue #

# Mr. BB

He's the man who knows

# Mr. BB

Sets the styling clothes

# Fancy cravates

And his knocked out spats

# BB's the man who knows

# Mr. BB

Dig his boutinniere

# Mr. BB

Booted front and rear

# Harlem's alive to his dressed up jive

# BB's the man who knows

# Now I've heard them say

The clothes he throws away

# Are the clothes that they'll

wear next fall

# And it's also said that when

he goes to bed

# His pajamas are as groovy

As a technicolor movie

# Mr. BB

Thank you for the tip

# Mr. BB

You've made Harlem hip

# Since you came on

All the zoot suit's gone

# Now here's what you can do

# Because you are as mellow as

a cello man

# You've got a duty that you must do

For your fellow man

# So bring the Easter parade

# So bring

the easter parade to

Lenox Avenue #

# And now that you've seen it

You know what goes

# And now that you've seen it

Dug the clothes

# You'll agree with me

# BB's the man who knows

Imagine a Carver performing in public.

Disgraceful.

Yes it is.

Let's get out of here.

You could have

ruined the whole show.

But I didn't hurt the show,

I was only trying to help.

Of all the crusty,

self-centered, crusty brats

I ever met...

Curtain!

No, that's enough. Keep them

closed. Now you listen to me,

Ms. Carver.

I've heard more

than enough, Mr. Kyser.

Well I...

Well what do you

know about that?

Hey, you're wanted on the phone.

Well alright.

Hello, yes, this is Kay Kyser.

Oh, I'm sorry,

who wants to speak to me?

The mayor?

Well lift him up to the phone.

Oh, the Mayor of Rocky Mount.

Well hello your honor.

Just fine, thanks.

Yeah. Yep.

Enough for a couple of cruisers.

What's that?

A banquet in our honor?

Well gee, that's

mighty nice of you, Mayor.

My, I can smell my

mammy's cooking now.

Say, gang, just a minute.

There's something

I want to ask you.

I was just talking on the telephone

to the Mayor of Rocky Mount

and they're having a big

banquet in our honor.

- So I want you all to...

- This is where I came in.

I want you all to

leave me your addreses

so I can send you a postcard.

For a moment there I

thought you were gonna

ask us to do another show.

Another show? Why, I wouldn't

do a thing like that.

I told the Mayor you all

couldn't make it, but I

accepted of behalf of all you.

From this moment on I wouldn't

interupt your vacation

if my life depended on it.

So long gang,

have alot of fun, ok?

Bye!

Oh Kay, Kay?

Do you mind if I ride

to the station with you?

I have to catch the 11:15 to

Camp Henderson.

Oh, not at all. Hop in.

Pennsylvania Station.

Yep, yep.

I dream of genie...

Still sore, Kay?

Oh no, not at all. I like

to walk around with a knife

sticking out of my back.

A few more friends like you

and I'd look like a porcupine.

What'd you throw me a curve

like that for, Georgia?

Because I wanted you to hear

her sing ith the band.

She didn't want to do it.

I had to talk her into it.

She was scared stiff.

She didn't look scared to me.

Well, that's because

she's a real trooper.

Come to think about, her hand

was cold as ice.

Oh, you noticed that?

Well, naturally.

I had to hold her hand while

we were taking bows, didn't I?

Well, naturally.

Say, would you stop dreaming

of genie and concentrate

on not killing us?

Relax. You're just as safe

with me as you would be

sitting in your own parlor.

You know, Kay?

I think I know now why

you don't want Julie around.

You're afraid of

falling in love with her.

Instinctively you

feel that blessed old

bachelorhood being threatened.

Oh, that's silly.

Besides, I wouldn't stand a

chance with a gal like her.

For heaven's sake Kay, Why

don't you give Julie the job?

Because she's a rich man's

daughter.

What have you got against

rich girls?

You see, Georgia, most rich girls

do this for the kick they get out of it.

I want a girl who really

needs a job.

She'll get in there and pitch

because she's fighting for a

career and financial security.

Look out!

Hey, watch where you're going.

Will you stop worrying.

You're making me nervous.

Kibitzer.

That's the wildest ride I ever

had in my life.

I got you here, didn't I? I've

been driving for twenty years

and never had an accident.

Okay, okay. How much do I owe

you?

60 cents.

Here. And why don't you get

yourself a pair of glasses.

And why don't you get

yourself a pair?

Philadelphia, Richmond,

Washington and all points south.

All aboard.

Well, I guess this is goodbye,

Kay.

I sure hate to lose you honey,

but I can't compete with love.

Well, I want you to know that

I'll never forget you.

Oh, it's been wonderful, and,

well...

I know. Just be as good a wife

for that captain as you were a

star for me.

We'd better hurry, Kay.

Mr. Kyser! Mr. Kyser we tried

to catch you at the hotel.

Julie feels that she

owes you an apology.

That isn't necessary, Julie.

We better hurry, Kay,

we'll miss that train.

I'm sorry I lost my temper

last night. I deserved

everything you said, and more.

Forget it. I was a little out

of order myself. I should

apologize to you.

Then, am I forgiven?

Am I forgiven?

Now that that's settled,

there's a little matter

that's been puzzling me

I'd like cleared up. With

Ms. Carol leaving

we cannot understand why you

don't engage Julie to sing...

- Come on, Kay, the train's leaving.

- I must go now, best of luck.

Have a good time in Rocky Edge.

Goodbye.

I'm beginning to believe he

doesn't want any part of us.

I guess he thinks I'm just not

good enough.

Oh, on the contrary. He thinks

you have an excellent voice.

Well, what is the reason then?

To be perfectly frank, Mr. Carver,

your wealth is hurting Julie.

What wealth? I mean, what

do you mean by that?

You see, Kay thinks that money

and a career don't mix.

Train 54 leaving track 6

I've got to go now.

I'm awfully sorry it didn't work out,

Julie. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

And we thought we'd make more

of an impression if we said we were rich.

Now all we have to do is tell

him we're broke and we're in.

We are broke.

Yes...

As Mayor of Rocky Mount, it

gives me great honor to pay

homage to our favorite son.

For the brilliant work that

he and his entertainers

have accomplished in acquiring

funds to build the

USS Rocky Mountain.

Wait a minute, where are you

going?

I got a telegram for Kay.

Wait til after the banquet.

Oh no, it's from Washington.

Maybe from the president,

wants to congratulate him.

Give it to me. I'll hand

it to him.

I'm the messenger.

If you get a chance, the

fishing poles and bait is

under the boathouse.

Okay, Stonewall.

As a token of our appreciation

I take great pleasure

in presenting to you the key

to the city.

Thank you very much, but

I'm really afraid I can't

accept this now, you see

there isn't going to be a USS

Rocky Mountain.

I just received a telegram

from the Treasury Department

in Washington.

I'll read it to you."Mr. Kay

Kyser, Rocky Mount, NC.

"We beg to inform you that in

accordance with paragraph nine

bulletin sixty four

"governing sales and issuance

of war bonds

"sales can only be credited to

the area in which bonds are

bonds are issued."

"Therefore the money collected

in bonds sold by you cannot

"be alocated to Rocky Mount,

North Carolina."

Well, I guess that winds up my

trip in a blaze of nothing.

Take it anyway, Kay, you've

earned it.

We should have held a show

here like you wanted

to in the first place.

It isn't too late. We still

haven't held a bond

rally down here.

Oh, but I couldn't do that,

Tom, the boys are on their vacation

and I promised them I wouldn't

bother them even if my life

depended on it.

Even if my life depended on it...

Say, is the telegraph office

still open?

Well, come on.

It happened all of a sudden.

When Kay found out there

wasn't going to be any USS

Rocky Mount, he collapsed.

The doctor says he's suffering

from shock.

I can't believe it. He was the

picture of health when I said

goodbye to him.

I never realized his home town

meant so much to him.

He'll pull through won't he,

Mr. Gordon?

Only time can tell. It'll take

a miracle to save him.

A miracle.

Is he dying of anything serious?

Oh, quiet.

I feel so bad I can't even think.

Can we see him now?

Yes, but only a few at a time.

And don't be alarmed if he

doesn't recognize any of you.

His mind wanders.

Be quiet.

Tell Josephina the lunch was delicious.

Both of them.

Tell her I'll have supper

about 3 o'clock.

How about your desert?

Oh yes, I almost forgot that.

Be quiet. Be quiet.

I christen thee the

USS Rocky Mount.

Oh no, don't sink, don't sink.

Oh, it's gone!

There it goes, my beautiful

ship, with eight inch guns.

Sunk by a broadside from

Washington.

There, there, Kay.

Take it easy.

Take it easy.

Aye aye, Sir.

Oh, this is even worse

than I thought.

Kay, look at me. Don't you

know me?

Sure I know you. Grandma.

Oh, he's out of his head.

He sounds alright to me.

I can't die now, I wanna live.

Do you hear? Live.

Oh, you'll be alright Kay,

you'll be alright.

Oh, he looks just awful.

He's lost at least twenty pounds.

I wanna live.

Yes, he does look horrible.

But that's because he hasn't

eaten a mouthful of food

since he collapsed.

And what makes it worse,

he hasn't even had a wink of sleep either.

I want to run barefoot through

the grass.

I want to feel the rain

beating against my face.

He's been raving like that

ever since he found out

there wasn't going to be a USS

Rocky Mount.

USS Rocky Mount!

Oh no, no I can't, not that.

I won't, you hear?

I promised the gang I wouldn't

bother them.

And when I make a promise, I

keep it, do you hear?

There they come now. Georgia,

Harry, Sully, Dianne.

The whole gang.

I knew they wouldn't let me down.

Alright gang, we're on.

Hit it.

Louder, louder.

Music.

Louder, louder.

Where are you? Music...

Students, it gives me a thrill

to announce that

the collections total

87 billion dollars

and 43 cents.

At last we can have our

USS Rocky Mount.

And now I can go peacefully.

So long, everybody.

Don't die, Kay, don't die.

We'll put on a show for you

down here. We'll get you the

USS Rocky Mount.

We'll put on the greatest

show this town ever saw.

I'll make the

arrangements right now,

and phone the newspaper.

Kay, Kay listen to me,

it's Georgia

there is going to be a

USS Rocky Mount.

The clouds are lifting.

Oh, you can't die

now Kay! You're so young and

so beautiful!

Now you're getting delirious!

The clouds are lifting...

the sun is shining again!

Spring is here...

...oh, the roosters are

crowing! The chicks are

chicking, the ducks are

ducking to and fro in the duck

pond, ahhh spring!

The cows are mooing, the birds

are chirping...

little lambs are eating ivy.

Life is starting to stir again!

Poor fella! He looks so weak.

That's because he hasn't eaten

for so long.

Yes, a little food might give

him strength.

And a little sleep might

help him too.

- Well, here's the food!

- And this oughtta put him to sleep!

Ok, you've got the vocals all set?

- Yah.

- Everybody relax.

Relax? I won't be able to

relax until the show's over.

We have three days left of

our vacation and, boy, I'm

going to make up for lost time

Kay, how about letting me do a

number in the show - I'd like

to help out!

What can you do?

I used to tour the country

doing a balloon dance - boy

you shoulda seen me!

I was sensational!

I used to dance and blow,

and dance and blow

- and dance and blow...

- Hey, what do you mean, blow?

I had a leaky balloon!

- Oh, hello there Tom!

- Hello Tom!

So how about it, Tom?

We about ready to launch

that cruiser?

The way we're going we

won't even be able to get a destroyer.

How come? Everybody's buying

bonds.

Trouble is Kay, we're

selling only the small ones.

The people down here have

done more than their fare

share already.

They just haven't got the money.

Oh... that's too bad.

Looks like we're going to

strike out again.

Hello? Well, just a minute.

Guess who's downstairs? Old

Man Carver and his daughter,

they want to see you.

Carver? Here?

How do you like that! Follow

me all the way from New York

I never saw people so hard to

discourage. Tell them I'm busy!

And I'm going to be busy the

rest of my life!

- Okey dokey.

Burns me up! Just because he's

got a private mint.

Wait! What am I saying?

You can tell Mr. Carver

and his daughter Mr. Kyser...

- Will be right down!

The cruiser Rocky Mount just

dropped anchor in the lobby!

Tell him that you even had to

pawn your watch so that we

could get down here.

If you'd have hocked that

coat we wouldn't have had to

set up in a day coach at night.

But you leave it to me. When I

get through with him he'll be

taking up a collection for us.

Julie! Mr. Carver! Gee, I'm glad to see

you all, you're a sight for sore eyes!

You're looking swell Julie!

You never were prettier!

And you Mr. Carver

- why, you're getting younger everyday!

- Ha! Am I?

You know, I never missed

two people so much in my life.

In fact I was just talking

about you all to Tom Gordon,

you remember Tom?

Tom Gordon? Oh sure!

How is he?

Fine, fine.

Uh... Mr. Kyser...

I said Tom

whatever happened

- to those lovely Carver people?

- What did happen to them, Mr. Kyser?

Oh, that's one of the things I

missed about you, Mr. Carver,

always good for a laugh! Ha!

Mr. Kyser, Dad and I

came down here to discuss

something very important.

Yes, I know what it is, and

the job is yours.

It is?

- I assure you, I'm not just

doing this out of friendship.

Oh, that's very nice of you

Mr. Kyser but, before we go

any further

I think that you should know

that we... we...

We haven't any rooms

for the night and I think we

better register.

Register? Why I wouldn't

think of letting you stay here

you're going home with me.

You'll be my guests

as long as you're in town.

Let it ride! We couldn't

pay for the rooms anyway.

- Come right in! Josephine?

- Yes, Mr. Kay?

Josephine this is Miss Carver

and Mr. Carver, friends of mine.

They're gonna be with us for a while.

I want you to make them comfortable.

Oh don't you worry Mr. Kay,

I'll take good care of them.

- Fine. Thank you Josephine.

I'll take the bags upstairs.

- C'mon in. You must be thirsty

after your long trip.

Would you have a lemonade?

- Fine.

- How about you?

Well, I've heard about

your wonderful mint juleps.

- Fine!

A mint julep and two lemonades

coming right up!

I'll be with you in just a minute.

I wonder how you make a

mint julep?

I don't get it Dad,

in New York he gave us the

brush-off.

Here he can't do enough for us!

Well you see, I was right in

the first place - it paid to

impress him.

Georgie Carroll evidently

didn't know what she was

talking about.

Just the same, when he comes

back I'm going to tell him the

truth about us.

You can't do that now!

Never show your hand when you

got horses back to back.

Looks to me like we're riding

for a fall. I think that...

Uh-oh!

- Now it's beginning to make sense.

- What is?

Read this.

"...that the funds cannot be

credited to this community."

"Kyser has completed

preparations for the new

bond rally tomorrow night."

"Sales to date have fallen

short of the expected quota."

"And unless there is a last-

minute spurt, Kay's efforts to

secure a ship to be"

"named the Rocky Mount will be

for naught."

Well, I hope he makes it.

Don't you understand? He's counting

on you to put the drive over.

That's why he did such a

complete about-face.

Well, if the purchase of a few

war stamps will help, I don't

mind spending 25, 30 cents...

A few war stamps? He'll

expect you to come across for

a few million dollars.

That's why he gave me the job.

Why, the dirty double-crosser.

He's trying to take advantage

of our friendship.

I can't take that job now,

even if I wanted to.

- Why not?

Don't you see Dad? If we don't

buy any war bonds he'll know

we're phonies.

I'll be finished with the band

before I ever get started.

I never thought of that.

Oh, worry, worry, worry!

If we could only...

Wait a minute, I think I've

got it! Now suppose...

...suppose we could just get a

contract before the rally?

Oh, but that isn't according

to Hoyle, is it Dad?

Hoyle won't know a thing about

it. Remember, do unto others

before they do unto you.

Uh, let me handle this now.

Well, here we are!

Here's your lemondae Julie,

and here's your mint julep!

Thank you.

- Just a sample of our southern

hospitality.

Well it should go well

with my northern thirst. Ha!

Oh! There he goes again!

I'll have to use that on the

air sometime!

Before I forget Julie, we're

having a little bond drive for

the folks tomorrow night.

How about rehearsing a couple

of songs with the band?

- I'd be delighted.

- A bond drive, did you say?

- Yes.

Well, I might be interested in putting

some more money in war bonds.

Say, 10 million dollars or so.

Yes, let's say 10 million or so.

Well, I couldn't think of a more

profitable investment than a contract

with the United States government.

Oh that reminds me, don't you

think you and Julie should

have a contract?

Contract?

- Just for your own

protection of course.

Well, my contracts are drawn

up by my lawyers in New York.

Oh, there's nothing to

writing a contract!

I could draw up one right

here, it's simple.

All you have to say is: the

party of the first part

agrees to pay the party of the

second part, whatever the

party of the first part

thinks would be acceptable

to the party of the second part.

Party? Party! Hey that reminds

me - the town's giving us a

big barbeque

and hay-ride party tonight!

I have to make all the arrangements

and there isn't much time left.

I have to run!

We'll talk about the contract

later, you'll forgive me won't

you? Oh, by the way you're

both invited too.

I have to get some hay for the

hay-ride. You'd be surprised

how tough it is to find hay!

Oh, excuse me. Well, I'll see

you later! Make yourselves

at home!

Hay-ride, hmmm. He just used

that as an excuse to wiggle

off the hook.

Suppose we use it as an

excuse to get him back on?

- What do you mean, Julie?

- It's tonight or never!

A full moon, starlit

night, the smell of

new-mown hay...

...and Chanel no.5.

You'd better make it number 6

just to make sure.

# She'll be riding six white

horses, she'll be riding six

white horses when she comes! #

You haven't changed your mind

about leaving tomorrow,

have you Georgie?

No, no. I'm gonna catch the

first train in the morning.

Good.

- Just imagine this time

tomorrow night

I'll be married!

Ah, love, love, love.

I wish cupid had an arrow

sharp enough

to penetrate this old hide.

- Oh, Mr. Carver

you're not old!

I'm 68.

-No!

-Uh-huh.

But you know something? When I

look around and see all these

beautiful girls...

oh boy! What I wouldn't give

to be 65 again.

- Ha, ha!

Wasn't that the swellest

barbeque you ever tasted?

Yah, the fellow that cooked it

sure knew how to pick out a

'He' hog.

- Well, is there any difference?

- Sure there is!

How can you tell the

difference between a 'He' hog

and a 'She' hog?

First you take some apples and

slice them up, and then you

get a can of corn

and a bowl of hot gravy, and a

nice big bowl of whipped cream

then you get a 'He' hog and

a 'She' hog.

- Which do you get first?

Then you get a big bucket, and

you put the sliced apples and

corn in there

and you put the hot gravy and

you mix it all up good, and

then you get the whipped cream

and smear it all over the top.

- Oh I get it! The one that

eats the most is the 'He' hog!

I never found out. It always

looked so good I eat

it myself.

Oh no.

- What's the matter with you?

- Just thinking about the war bash.

- That sounds like a music cue.

- What else?

# Boom boom boom

Boom boom boom boom

# I'm thinking about the war

bash my muddy old buddy

the war bash

# Thinking about that river

rolling along in the moonlight

# Thinking... hmmmm...

hmmm... hmmm... hmmm...

# Thinking about the war bash

# We used to fish for hours

lazy old hazy old hours

# Everyday was a Sunday

And Sunday went right

into Monday

# Homestead

Thinking about the war bash

# War bash

Thinking about the war bash

# And this little gal

named Janey

# Her kisses were so

sugarcaney

Sugarcaney

# And I even miss her brother

# who used to peek and tell

her mother

# When they're all through

parading we'll take off

our shoes and go wading

# Yah wading right into that

river rolling along in the

moonlight

# Thinking about the river

thinking about the war bash

# Thinking about the war bash

# Boom boom boom boom

# And that's the place we want

to be because we're

from Mississippi

# And the summers are amazing

We'd go floating down the

rivers so lazy

# We're the best there is in

Tennessee

the place we all know best

# We're thinking...

We're thinking...

We're thinking...

# Isn't far down the west wind

blowin

Isn't far down the wind blowin

# We're thinking of the river we

love best

# We're thinking about the

war bash #

This has been a wonderful night, Kay.

I'll never forget it.

- Neither will I.

- Do you really mean that?

Well, yes, that was the

best roast pig I ever tasted.

What is that over there?

Shimmering int the moonlight.

- Where?

- There.

Above the trees.

Oh, that's the old swimming hole.

I used to swim there when I was a kid.

Gee, you should have seen me.

Oh, I guess not.

Why not?

- 'Cause we went swimming

barefooted-all over.

Oh, ha!

Say, if you're really

interested in the sights, I'll

be glad to point them out.

Well I'm sure they're most

interesting, Kay, but if you

don't mind I...

...I'd rather talk about...

Well, there's McPherson's

farm - we used to steal

watermelons from him!

- How thrilling!

- Mmmm. I can taste them now.

I love watermelons.

McPherson used to chase me

with his shotgun. One time he

sprayed me

and I couldn't sit down

for a week.

I simply adore adventurous men!

Oh, it was nothing.

Yep, we kids sure had a lot

of fun. I remember once I

went fishing...

...and I didn't take any

bait so...

What a noble institution the

hay-ride is. A few hours ago

we hardly knew each other

look at us now, everything

seems different.

Yes everything does

seem different.

I bet your dad's gonna be surprised

when he hears about us.

- You have no idea how surprised he'll be.

- Why don't we tell him now?

- No Kay.

- What's the matter?

Do you think he'll object because

I'm not in the social register?

No. I think you might

object because...

- ...we're not in the social register.

- Oh, quit kidding.

That book's full of Carvers.

Yes, but we're not among them.

You see Kay, they don't

publish the names of poor

relations.

- Poor relations?

- Dad and I haven't got a cent.

What about that defense plant

and that box at the opera

house and the big limousine?

And the 10 million dollars in

bonds your dad's gonna buy?

The defense plant belongs to

Uncle Horatio.

The box at the Cosmopolitan,

Uncle Elliott.

The limousine, Aunt Martha's.

And as for the 10 million dollars?

Well, that was just part of

our act.

We thought by pretending to be

wealthy you'd be impressed

and I'd get the job.

It's pretty nice

pretending, all right.

I planned to get the contract

out of you on the hay-ride tonight.

Before you found out the

truth about us.

It looks like I was really taken

for a hay-ride, doesn't it?

I couldn't go through with it

Kay because it... well it...

It doesn't matter now!

Well, did you get the contract?

- I could have had two contracts.

- Two contracts?

You mean one for singing

and one for dancing?

One with the band and one

for marriage.

- Marriage!

Wonderful!

That moon must have been

brighter than I thought.

Yes, only I was under it too.

Well congratulations my dear,

I'm sure we'll both be

very happy with him.

I told him we were phonies!

He must have been delighted

to hear it...

You told him what?

I just had to tell him Dad!

Uh-oh.

I understand.

Never mind dear.

Your mother fell in love with

me on a hay-ride also.

I guess it runs in the family.

- I'm sorry I let you down, Pop.

- Never mind. Forget it dear.

I guess we better make the

first bus out in the morning.

I got a bus schedule here

somewhere.

Let's see, the bus is leaving

for Port Sherry, Muskatel,

Sorturn...

...wrong schedule.

Here we are. There's a bus

leaving at 8 in the morning.

We'd better be on it.

Julie?

Julie?

You know my dear, I've been toying

with the idea of going to work.

Why, Dad! You must

be ill!

Well, I don't believe I'll toy

with it any longer.

Bus for Washington, New York.

- Here's our bus.

- If I only possessed the wealth

of my tight-fisted family.

Wait a minute.

What's the matter?

- We're not going?

- Why not?

Because I've got a scheme.

A scheme that may solve everything.

No thanks, Dad. I've had

enough of your schemes.

But this is different, Julie.

I'll bet every dollar I've got

in the world on it.

Don't worry about a thing. I got you

into this mess, I'll get you out.

Just you trust your father

to help you.

My goodness, it's dark in there.

Incidentally, would you please

trust your father for another $5?

I've got to send some telegrams.

Good evening folks.

How are y'all?

This is Kay Kyser getting

underway with the barn rally

for all the folks

in Rocky Mount, Edgecomb,

and North Carolina.

We got a bit too big for our

britches when all those folks

up in New York

bought bonds to help us build

a cruiser down here.

And then we found out we

couldn't take credit for it.

So tonight we're going to try

to do what we originally

planned, to sell

8 million dollars in bonds

to build a destroyer called,

"Rocky Mount."

That's a lot of millions and I

know all the people that are

here in person have really

done all they could.

Oh, excuse me ma'am.

May I help you?

- Is Phineas Carver registered here?

- Yes ma'am. Room 308.

- Shall I announce you?

- Never mind. I'll announce myself.

So we're asking you folks who

couldn't come to the rally to

phone in your pledges now.

Third floor, please!

Third floor!

It's just across the hall ma'am.

Well, welcome,

Minerva. Come in.

I came as soon as I received

your telegram. I would have

been here sooner but...

Good evening Minerva!

What is this? A secret business

meeting or a convention?

That's what we wanted to know!

Now that we're all here suppose you

tell us just what this is all about.

Shhh!

Someone may hear you.

This must be bigger than

we thought.

Is there any risk attached

to this deal?

None at all. It's guaranteed to pay

you a handsome profit in ten years.

I always knew you had it

in you, Phineas.

- Well, what is it?

- War bonds.

- War bonds?

Do you mean to say you brought

us down here for that?

- Yes.

I wanted you to buy enough

bonds to build a cruiser for

Rocky Mount.

You must be insane.

We buy all our bonds

at home. It's the most idiotic

thing I've ever heard.

- Phineas, you unlock that door!

- Well, that settles it.

I guess I'll just have to have

that book published now.

What book?

A little epic I had stashed

off, entitled "Skeletons in

the Carver Closet."

I just finished it. It's bound

to be a best-seller.

Perhaps you'd like to have

me read a chapter or two.

It might make you change

your mind.

I've just gotten the first

report on the financial

returns of the rally.

Your cash purchases and

telephone pledges bring the

grand total to...

$4,800,000.

And I'm quite sure that the

next time brother Elliott goes

to Atlantic City

he will take his bathing suit

with him.

For shame, Elliott. For shame.

The next chapter concerns you,

brother Horatio.

It's titled, "Casanova

Carver."

It chronicles the amusing tale

of a Wall Street tycoon

who took it on the lam through

a famous actress' window

while pursued by a jealous

pistol-packing papa.

So that's how you caught

pneumonia.

I did not! And don't be so

smug Martha. You've seem to

forget which Carver has been

seen in which nightclub, with

which baratone.

Stop calling me a witch!

Shall I continue?

This is nothing but blackmail.

Call it that if you wish.

The next chapter is devoted

to you, Minerva.

In December, 1938, the very

dignified Minerva Carver

while at a party at a

New York hotspot...

...suddenly decided to do a

fan dance to the strains of

the Blue Danube.

Stop. Come to think of it,

I could use a few more bonds.

And now this family is the

greatest act of it's kind in

the whole world.

The Christiani Family!

- Where were you? You're late!

- Hey, what are you trying to do? Hey!

C'mon, c'mon, get out there!

We're still a million dollars

short.

Oh, it looks like we've missed

the boat again, Kay.

I might as well go out there

and give them the bad news.

- Has anybody here...

- Julie!

Would you all mind? I'd like to see

Miss Carver alone for a minute.

- Oh sure.

- Thank you.

Gee, I'm glad you came back.

- I only came back to give you these.

- I've missed you so!

- Seems like you've been gone for years.

- Here they are.

Twenty million dollars. More

than Dad promised you.

I was going to follow you up

north, right after the show.

These checks are good.

They're written by the rich

Carvers - $20,000,000.

I shouldn't have acted the way

I did, Julie.

$20,000,000!

Boing! Boing!

# Beauty little Rhode Island

So fancy free #

Forgive me kids, but I've got news

so great it just won't keep.

Folks, we are gonna have our cruiser.

I've got checks totalling over

$20,000,000!

- Telegram for Mr. Kyser.

- Yes.

Well you know gang, when

I make a promise...

- We seem to be alone.

- Is that bad?