The Waltons (1971–1981): Season 4, Episode 15 - The Search - full transcript

JOHN-BOY: We lived close to
the land on Walton's Mountain,

and we felt a natural kinship

with the forest which
surrounded our home.

It was our playground, a
source of food and shelter,

and a livelihood for our family.

In the lore of our mountains,

there were stories of travelers

who had been lost in the forest.

One summer's day,

that legend became
a terrifying reality.

Grandpa! I found
that old broody hen.



Oh, yes?

She's in the barn. Come on.

Well, what's all the rush about?

An old setting broody
hen isn't going anywhere.

She's over there. Oh, ho!

Well, well, what do you know?

Little old Betsy has found
herself a good, safe hiding place.

Maybe she didn't
want us to find her.

Well, I don't think she
had us in mind, Jim-Bob,

but, ever a hen decides
to raise herself a family,

her old instincts
sort of take over.

What's an old instinct?

Well, something way back in
whatever she's got for a brain

makes her recollect when
her ancestors were wild birds



running around
loose in the woods.

Something, she don't
know just what it is, tells her

to build a nest where
the hawks and the skunks

and the foxes can't get at her.

That's pretty
smart for a hen. No.

I'll tell you the truth,

when the brains were being
passed out by the Good Lord,

the chicken was sort
of behind the door.

I beg your pardon, Betsy.

That's why the
Good Lord gave her

some extra help
in way of instincts.

You think he did it on purpose?

Oh, of course, of course he did.

The Good Lord looked
down and he said,

"This is a dumb chicken. If I
don't give her some extra help,

"she and all her kind and
her begotten and begotten

"are likely to be gobbled up
before you can say Jack Robinson

"or Jim-Bob."

He knew just about
everything, didn't he?

Just about.

You're right smart yourself.

Why, thank you.

Thank you for noticing
that fact, Jim-Bob.

JOHN: I guess
you're looking forward

to seeing Frances tomorrow,
huh, hon? I sure am.

Mama, Elizabeth said
I have to go with you.

Where are you all going?

To see my friend, Frances
Taylor over in Buckingham County.

Well, why do I have to go?

I want Frances to
see you and Elizabeth.

I don't want to be shown off!

Big Jim-Bob in a baby show.

(ALL CHUCKLING)

Don't worry about it, Jim-Bob.
It's just you and Elizabeth.

Least you can do
is take second prize.

(LAUGHS)

Do I have to go?
Yes, you have to go.

Ben, Jason, I want you
to change that front tire,

the right front tire,
put the spare on.

Sure, Daddy.

I don't want your Mama
having a flat on the road.

Well, cheer up, Jim-Bob.
It won't be that bad.

Don't you mind, Jim-Bob.

Hey, you tell them about
finding the setting hen?

Where was that, Son?

She made a nest under
some stuff in the barn.

How many eggs? Eight.

Maybe I'll take that hen over to
Frances tomorrow. You mind?

I guess we can afford
one scraggly old hen.

I think it would be nice if you took
some of my jelly and jam along.

She'd like that, Grandma.

I know I would.

Ben, would you make
a crate for the hen?

Sure, Mama. What about
the eggs she's been laying?

Take them with.

Just so you keep them warm.

There's not a breeze
stirring outside.

I've seen a day like this
start off calm and peaceful

and before the day was out

the shingles would be
blown right off the roof.

Even the animals sort of
begin to sense things like this.

The chickens are
even getting fidgety.

I'm getting kind
of fidgety myself,

just thinking about
the trip tomorrow.

You girls mind doing
the dishes for me?

What's for dessert?

No dessert tonight.

ALL: No dessert? Why not?

And the rats and the mice
even get sort of fidgety, too.

They scurry for their burrows.

Mother Nature sort of
sends out signals like that.

Do the animals hear
it? No, they just sense it.

Really? News is on.
Anybody want to listen?

Elizabeth, I want you to take a
bath tonight. You, too, Jim-Bob.

Mother Nature also signals
the changes of the seasons

with extra heavy fur on the
raccoons and the possums

if you noticed, Jim-Bob.

Zeb, they've all gone.

So I noticed, without
excusing themselves.

Thank you, Esther.

Yes, Jim-Bob, you just keep
your eyes on old Mother Nature.

Even the caterpillars, they get
heavy furs on this time of season.

It's in the air, sort of.

(GRANDPA SINGING)

(GRANDPA CLUCKING)

John-Boy, we're getting rid
of old Betsy, our setting hen.

You better hang on to her,
she's the fastest in the flock.

Just like a woman. Whenever
you want her, she runs off.

I don't think she's
gonna like it, Grandpa.

BEN: It's better than putting
her in a gunnysack, that's for sure.

Might ruffle her tail-feathers
a bit, but she won't mind.

(GRANDPA CLUCKING)

Be careful with those eggs, now.

You put them someplace
where they won't bounce around.

ELIZABETH: I'll hold
them in that the whole way.

JOHN: All right now.

Where's your brother?
Jim-Bob, come on!

You sure look pretty, Mama.

Thank you. So
much running around,

I hardly know whether...

Yeah, I got the
directions all right.

Here, Livie, there
are two peach,

two apple butter
and one grape jelly.

Thanks, Grandma. Would you
put those in the back for me?

Drive carefully. I will.

Take care of yourself now.

You be a good
little boy, Jim-Bob.

Now, smile nice for Mrs. Taylor.

Maybe she'll give
you a big kiss.

Now, you boys stop
your teasing. It's enough.

ALL: Bye.

ALL: Goodbye.

(HORN HONKING)

Bye, Betsy.

OLIVIA: I hope you're not going
to wear that grumpy face all day.

JIM-BOB: I still don't see
why I had to come along.

Because I'm proud of my children
and I want Frances to see you

and I'd like her
to see you happy.

You could smile. Then
you'd be happy. No.

It's easy. Just turn up
the ends of your mouth.

They're working on the road up ahead,
ma'am. You'll have to take a detour.

How far?

Oh, mile and a half, two miles.

It's kind of rough in spots
but you can get through.

Just take it easy.

Thank you. Okay.

Bye. Bye.

ELIZABETH: You're
bumping the eggs, Mama.

OLIVIA: I'm doing
the best I can.

JIM-BOB: Slow down, Mama.

(TIRE BURSTING)

Are you all right?
Jim-Bob? Elizabeth?

I'm okay, but what
happened? Are you hurt?

JIM-BOB: Tire blew out.

Let me look at you both.

I want to be sure
you're all right.

It was scary.

Did you break any eggs?

Nope. They're all all right.

Are you okay, Mama? Yes.

Thanks to the
Lord for all of us.

Mama, Betsy's gone.
She went over there.

You leave her alone. She'll
come back. She'll be all right.

Jim-Bob, do you think
you can fix that spare?

Yeah, I think so.
Mama, the jack's gone.

We're just gonna have to go up on
the road and flag down a car for help.

Elizabeth?

Elizabeth? Where did she go?

Elizabeth! Elizabeth!

She probably followed
that dumb chicken.

Elizabeth!

Elizabeth, you answer me!

Elizabeth?

(CLUCKING)

Here, Betsy. Nice,
Betsy. Come on, Betsy.

Oh, when I catch you,
you're gonna get a spanking.

Come on, Betsy. Come on.

OLIVIA: Elizabeth!

Elizabeth!

Elizabeth!

Elizabeth, you answer me!

John-Boy, let's have
us a cup of coffee.

I got to wash up first.

What's my jack doing here?

JOHN-BOY: Don't look at me.

Those boys must
have dropped it there

when they were
changing the tire.

I'm gonna have to talk to them.

Your mama's driving all
over the country without a jack.

Elizabeth!

She went this way.
Here's her sweater.

Come on, Betsy.
Good chicken, Betsy.

Betsy.

(CLUCKING)

Come on, Betsy,
come out of there.

Betsy!

OLIVIA: Elizabeth!

Mama!

Mama, where are you?

OLIVIA: Elizabeth, you
stay right where you are!

Mama!

Elizabeth, we were worried.

Mama.

You followed that dumb
chicken, didn't you?

Well, she ran away.
You almost got lost.

Never mind that. Come on, now.

What are we gonna do?

We're gonna go up to the
road and get some help.

I don't mean about that.

I mean about Betsy.
She went in there.

JIM-BOB: Never get
her out in a million years.

We're just gonna have to
leave her for now. Come on.

I don't want to leave Betsy.

Want to stay here
the rest of your life?

Look, um,

why don't we just leave
Betsy's eggs right here?

She'll come back
and take care of them.

Maybe we can
come get her later on.

She'll be all right.
She has old instincts.

Well, you know, she's
not a dumb chicken.

She almost got you lost.

You're just lucky we found you.

Let's get back to the road.

We're gonna have to walk?

We can hitch a ride.

Well, at least till we
get to a telephone.

Where's the truck?

It's just up here over the hill.

You okay, Jim-Bob?

Elizabeth, take your sweater.
I don't have to carry it all day.

Here, give it to me.

Come on.

That chicken gets
us into more trouble...

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

Okay?

Yeah. I'm all right.

ELIZABETH: Where are we?

Are we lost?

Will you quit asking questions?

I don't remember
this place at all.

OLIVIA: Never mind.
We'll be all right.

We took a wrong turn someplace.

Where's the road?

We'll find it.

What's that funny
hole over there?

Looks like a bear wallow to me.

Put your sweater on.

Watch out.

Mama, are we lost?

Right now, yes, we're lost.

But we'll find our way.

Jim-Bob, why don't we make
a marker out of stones here?

If they come by, they'll
know which way we went.

Elizabeth?

Don't be a crybaby. I'm scared.

It's all right, come on.
Blubbering won't help.

Help us build a marker now.

Why don't you get two sticks
and we'll make a little arrow?

Okay.

Atta girl.

(SHUSHING) Listen. Listen.

Sounds like a car.

Come on. Come on, let's go.

Tonight, when we're home, you
can tell your brothers and sisters

all about being
lost in the woods.

If we ever do get home.

Well, soon as we find
the road we'll be okay.

OLIVIA: I expect
we're not far from it.

I think we'll rest right here.

Hey, it's the same bear wallow.

We've been
traveling in a circle.

Where's the road?

Well, it can't be very
far. Come on, let's go.

That's what you said last time.

I can't make up my mind whether
to work this afternoon or go fishing.

Well, the weather like it is,
you'd better stay close to home.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

Hey, Ike. Come on in. Hey,
Ike. Have some of this fine ham.

What's he doing over
there? Hi, everybody.

I got a call from a Mrs. Taylor
over at Buckingham County.

She's disturbed because Olivia
and the kids aren't there yet.

They're not there yet?

That's all she said.

GRANDMA: I've had a feeling.

Something has been
nagging in the back of my mind.

It doesn't make any sense. They
should have been there a long time ago.

You think maybe they broke
down on the road? I don't know.

Maybe you ought to give me
a ride over to Vern Rutledge's.

I'll borrow his car.

Dad, you'll come back
and pick us up? Yes, I will.

Me, too. Sit down.
Wait till they come back.

(SIGHS) Come on.

(MUTTERS)

Elizabeth, don't eat those!
Those are poke berries.

They're poison.

I'm thirsty.

We're gonna find you some
water in just a minute. Come on.

Finished, Jim-Bob? Yeah.

Did a woman come
by here this morning

with a couple of
kids in a truck?

Yeah, fairly early.

A pretty woman, a
kid and a little girl.

Thank you.

JOHN: A woman with a
couple of kids in a green truck

come by a while ago?

No woman driving a
truck came through here.

You sure? I've been
on duty all morning.

That's impossible. The fellow at
the other end says he saw them.

Sorry.

(GRUNTS)

This road is enough to shake a
man's bones loose from his body.

Hey, Daddy, stop! Wait
a minute. It's the truck!

GRANDPA: Yeah, they're
off in the bushes here.

Must have come off the
road through here. Mama!

GRANDPA: Jim-Bob.

Mama! There's nobody
here, Daddy. They're not here.

It don't appear they got hurt.

The chicken's gone.

Look at this tire. It's gone flat
on them. They had a blow out.

Must have come off while they...

Here's some of that old
hen's feathers. She's not here.

Maybe they're out chasing
the chicken. Jim-Bob!

Mama! Livie!

Jim-Bob! Livie! Livie!

Mama!

Livie! JOHN: Livie!

Liv! Olivia!

Jim-Bob!

Livie!

JOHN: Olivia!

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

JOHN: Livie!

GRANDPA: This far up the woods,

I don't like it.

Back in '21, there was a
party of hunters lost up in here.

We never did find them.

Look at this. Hmm?

What? It's a trail-marker.

Just like the one I
showed Jim-Bob how to do.

They're getting deeper and
deeper into these woods.

John-Boy, better go back
and get Ben and Jason.

Get Horace Brimley and his
tracking dog. Bring some lanterns.

Daddy, uh, remember
a couple of years back,

I shot myself a big old
bear right around here.

Bring some shotguns. All right.

I'll be right back.

Livie!

Livie!

OLIVIA: John-Boy, all I've been
doing here for the past 20 years

is having babies
and pouring coffee.

ELIZABETH: Mom
most always is home.

New benches around the kitchen
table with nice, soft cushions,

now there's my dream.

Peas, please. Here.

I made a rhyme.

Very good, Elizabeth.

JIM-BOB: Pass the
potatoes, pass the meat.

Everybody pitch in and eat.

(ALL CHUCKLING)

(HORN BLARING)

Hey, look, Mom, it's smoke.

Might be a house or something.

Oh, thank heavens.

I don't like the looks
of this place. Let's go.

Mama, I'm thirsty.

All right, get down.

Wait a minute. Elizabeth.

Elizabeth.

I'll thank you and your
family to get off this place.

You're trespassing.

Well, I'm... I'm mighty sorry,

but, uh, we ran off the road
a way back and we're lost.

All we ask is a little water
and then we'll be on our way.

Give them some water.

Thank you.

Come on.

Sit down, Elizabeth.

Jim-Bob.

You think they've come
here looking for us?

No. They wouldn't send
a woman and two kids.

Yeah. But it's bad all the same.

Water them and run them off.

That woman's got a family

and the woods will be
crawling with them by nightfall.

Well, we'll just
run them off, Ma.

I say what we do here.

Load up the truck.

Load?

Go on. Everything. Load up.

But what about that
woman and them two kids?

Them, too.

Okay, John-Boy, this bottle
is for cuts and scratches.

And then there's, um, alcohol
and cotton and bandages.

John-Boy, you're not paying
attention. Yes, I am. I'll remember.

Livie will know what to do.

Erin, will you bring me
something of Elizabeth's,

a piece of clothing or a toy

or something we can give the
hound dog, a scent to track on?

We got here as quick as
we could. What happened?

That tire you all were
supposed to change blew out

and they're out there in the
woods. That's what happened.

I thought you were
supposed to do it. Ben...

Fellas, fellas,
it's already done.

The point is just
do what you' re told.

John-Boy. We got
to get some help.

Well, I've been down to Ike's.

He's trying to round up Horace
Brimley and his hound dog.

Here's Elizabeth's
doll. Thank you.

Ike and Horace are here.

All right, we'll be right there.

Why don't you take some of
that stuff out to the car, all right?

John-Boy? Yes, Ben.

John-Boy, I'm sorry.

I know. It's all right.
GRANDMA: John-Boy.

We're coming!

All ready to go here, John-Boy.

Yeah, Horace, you follow me!

You stop that. Now, we'll have
none of that. Stop it. Come on.

Grandma, haven't
you got any feelings?

No, I'm just a mean
old woman. No feelings.

You just get your faith together

because that's what we're going
to need around here this afternoon.

Faith and hard work. Work?

Yes, I want you to
clean the kitchen floor.

But, Grandma! Until it shines.

And, Erin, you get
yourself a bucket

and get started
on those windows.

Grandma! Grandma, we can't work.

And then we'll do
the rugs. Come on.

BOTH: Grandma!

I don't know what you've got on your hand
but it does not seem to want to come...

Look, if you'll just show
us the way to the road,

we'll be on our way.

I told you, you
was going with us!

I don't need you leading
the law back in here.

We couldn't find our way
back here in a million years.

All we want to
do is find the road.

Shut up and do
what I tell you to do.

Come on! Mama!

I'll take her.

I'll take her.

Come on, Jim-Bob.

JOHN: Horace,
you'll be the point.

Me and Pa will fan
out to the right here.

John-Boy, you take the boys
and fan out to the left. Let's go.

Pick it up. Pick it up, Homer.

Good boy.

All this trouble on
account of them!

Stay here then and rot in jail!

When the truck
stops, you can get off.

Gladly.

All right, let's go.

Mama, I'm scared. I know, honey.

Where are we going?

We're not supposed to know.

Let's just hope we're
going to the road.

(DOG WHIMPERING)

Liv?

Stop here!

You back there! Get off!

Wait! Where's the road?

(SIGHS)

What do we do now, Mama?

We're gonna put one
foot in front of the other.

Which way do we go?

Afternoon shadows
are pointing east.

That's the way we
want to go. Come on.

Horace, what's the trouble?

Well, he's lost the scent.

Don't know whether they went
forward or backtracked or what.

Could be Elizabeth got tired, Livie
picked her up, was carrying her.

That'll make a difference.
There's no doubt about it.

Well, the higher off the ground,

the harder to pick up the scent.

Well, we've got to keep looking.

It's risky, John-Boy.

We don't know
which way they went.

Ben, you get back to the truck.

Wait there. Maybe
they'll turn up.

Sure, Daddy.

GRANDPA: John-Boy! (EXCLAIMS)

Come along, boys! Here's
another one of Jim-Bob's markers.

Come along.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Looks like we got ourselves
a bootleggers' camp.

I don't know,
seems mighty quiet.

IKE: Hello?

JOHN: Easy, Ike, easy.

Anybody home?

Anybody home? Hello?

Nobody? No.

They must've took off from here
pretty fast. They dumped their mash.

Yeah, and the fire's still hot.

Hey, look what I
found here, John.

Lookie here.

It's your mama's handkerchief.

HORACE: Hey, John, over here.

What is it? What you got?

Well, the track ends right here

and there's fresh
tire tracks there.

You want me to call the sheriff?

I think that's a good
idea. Oh, calm down.

Just because they're
bootleggers don't mean they're

gonna give anybody any
harm. Let's get cracking.

Dad, it's gonna be dark in
an hour. The lanterns will do.

It's the storm coming up
that worries me. Let's go.

(WIND HOWLING)

Mama, I don't wanna walk
anymore and I'm hungry.

Come on, we'll go over
there and rest for a little while.

Those bootleggers
just dumped us.

We're more lost now
than we were before.

Jim-Bob, we're
gonna get home safe,

and I don't wanna hear
any more frightening talk.

Well, we better find food
and water before it gets dark.

Daddy says when
you're looking for water,

you should find a game
trail going downhill.

I just wanna go to bed.

We better keep moving.

Well, we're just going to sit
here and rest for a little while.

All right, sweetie?

Tire tracks for every which way.

Anybody's guess from now on.

What do you think, Horace?

Don't know, let me take
the dog over this way.

Maybe we can pick up a scent.

All right, we'll go this way.

Ike, if you find anything,
fire off a couple of shots.

JOHN-BOY: Want
us to come with you?

Yes, come on.

Hey, Mama, I found a creek.

This is about as
far as I can go.

ELIZABETH: I'm thirsty.

Mama, there's fish...
Mama, don't move!

A snake! Kill it, Jim-Bob.

It's all right, Elizabeth.

It's just a king snake.
It won't hurt you.

You all right?

I'm fine. Are you?

See? He's a good snake.

He even kills rattlesnakes.

You want to hold him?

Oh, he doesn't
wanna come up yet.

There you go. See that?

He's soft.

Put him down. Let him go home.

I'm still thirsty. Okay.

JIM-BOB: There's fish in
here. I bet you I can catch one.

Well, how?

Something Grandpa taught me.

It's called tickling.

See, you reach in and you
tickle the fish on their stomach

and they kind of go to sleep.

Then you grab them.

Good luck.

Here, I got one!

Well, I almost got him.

I think I see one over there.

He got one, Mama! He got one!

Told you I could catch him.

You're doing your
grandpa proud, Jim-Bob.

(GIGGLES)

ELIZABETH: He's all dirty.

Jim-Bob, come on!

What you got there?
The rest of the supper.

Watercress and wild onions.

(GROWLING)

(SCREAMS)

He's after the fish.

That's what he wanted.

Let's just move away quietly.

Maybe we can rest in here.

Uh-uh.

Grandpa says this kind
of a tree is a widow-maker.

Never know when
it might fall down.

Come on, Elizabeth.

How about this?

This will do just fine.

I think we should
all say our prayers.

And for those who are
not with us at this table,

we thank you for watching over
them and keeping them safe from harm.

Thank you, O Lord, for being
with us in our time of trouble.

Amen.

BOTH: Amen.

Here we go.

Grandma, we can't eat.

You can if you get the
fear out of your stomach.

Grandma, Mama and the children
are lost and may never be found.

In the eye of the
Almighty, they are not lost.

Now, we have pie,
and... Come on, eat up.

Erin.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

I'm cold.

Stay close and we'll
keep each other warm.

You know, we really need a fire.

Well, picked up a
piece of flint back there,

but we'd never start
a fire in all this wind.

We'll do without it.

It sure would've
helped, though. Yeah.

I'm hungry.

What's for supper, Jim-Bob?

Watercress.

And onions.

Well, here.

I feel like a cow.

You look like a cow.

Anybody would,
eating this stuff.

It's better than
nothing. You eat it.

(DOG WHIMPERING)

JOHN: Elizabeth!

GRANDPA: Elizabeth!

JOHN-BOY: Mama!

Jim-Bob!

Where are you?

Mama!

What do you think, Pa?

Oh, it's hard to tell.

Hey, everybody, over
here. I found something.

JOHN-BOY: What?

It's another one of
Jim-Bob's markers.

That boy really is something,
isn't he? Follow me.

Take it easy, Pa. You
just try to keep up with me.

This way. Mama!

Jim-Bob!

GRANDPA: Jim-Bob!

(THUNDER CRASHING)

Waiting, I just hate it.

If there was just
something we could do.

We're doing something.

What are we doing?

We're waiting and praying.

(SIGHS)

I feel so useless.
Just sitting here,

wondering where Mama
and the children are.

That storm's right
over the hollow.

They're protected.

Grandma, you say those
things like you know.

Faith, child. Faith.

(TWIGS CRACKING)

What is it? I don't know.

(GROWLING)

Jim-Bob!

Mama!

Must have been after more fish.

Where did you learn to do that?

Daddy says hitting two rocks
together scares a bear every time.

Jim-Bob, you are something.

Grandma,

do you really believe that
God hears you when you pray?

Oh, yes.

I just wish I could
really believe.

Erin, don't you ever
say that again, you hear?

If you stop believing,
you stop living.

But, Grandma,
how can you, really?

I mean, really believe?

Because, well,
there is nothing else.

Jim-Bob!

JOHN-BOY: Mama! Jim-Bob!

JASON: Jim-Bob! Jim-Bob!

Mama!

Jim-Bob!

GRANDPA: Livie! Livie!

Livie! Livie!

(EXCLAIMING)

JOHN: Pa! Yes!

Pa! Yeah!

Easy, Pa. Yeah, yeah.

Come on. JOHN:
Wait a minute, guys.

Get him out of there!
I'll get the lantern!

I'll get the lantern. I got it.

You all right?

(GRAVEL CRUNCHING)

Daddy.

Hey, here they are!

OLIVIA: John!

Coming! Mama!

Mama!

(CHUCKLING)

What happened to you?

We got them! Horace!

Ike!

JOHN: I have an idea from now on
Ben and Jason won't be so forgetful.

We don't have to talk
about that anymore.

ELIZABETH: I've never been so
hungry or so scared in all my life.

Sure was glad to see Daddy.

I think your Daddy will
say that goes for all of us.

That's true.

If we hadn't had
Jim-Bob with us,

I don't know what
we would have done.

(GRANDPA CHUCKLING)

He saved us from this
big old tree that fell down.

And the bear. Tell them
about the bear, Jim-Bob.

Bear? Bear?

It was just an old bear.

And he caught a fish
without a hook or a line.

You were a real man
today, Son. I'm proud of you.

Well, I just listened to what
you and Grandpa told me.

Little old Jim-Bob.

I don't reckon we'll be
calling him "little" anymore.

All right, you. Go on,
sit up. It's time to eat.

Ma, how about you saying grace?

Thank you, O Lord, for thy
care and for watching over us

and guiding us so that we
could all be together again.

And thank you for the
blessings of this table. Amen.

Amen. ALL: Amen.

(ALL CHATTERING)

JOHN-BOY: One member of
the family was not to make it home.

Betsy, the broody hen, found and
hatched her eggs out there in the woods.

And for years after,
perhaps to this day,

a flock of chickens gone wild
could be found in the vicinity

of the big bramble
bush in Benton's Hollow.

ELIZABETH: What was it like around
here today? MARY ELLEN: It was awful.

Grandma made us work all day.

GRANDMA: We got
through. Good night, Elizabeth.

Good night, Grandma.
Good night, John-Boy.

JOHN-BOY: Good night,
Elizabeth. Good night, Mary Ellen.

Good night, John-Boy.
Good night, Jim-Bob.

OLIVIA: Jim-Bob?

Where is the little boy
who looks after the sheep?

He's under the
haystack, fast asleep.

Good night, everyone.