بخش 07

Copper!

Oh, where could that pup have gotten off to?

Copper!

Tod! Oh, Tod!

Widow, what are you doing up this time of night?

Oh, I can’t find my Tod anywhere. That pup of yours probably chased him off.

I wouldn’t know. I can’t find him.

Oh…

Well, if I see a sign of your puppy, I’ll give you a holler.

I’m obliged. If I see hide or hair of that fox of yours, well…

Thank you, Amos.

Tod!

Tod!

Oh, Tod.

Copper!

Tod!

Oh, my hair.

Hmph!

Ugh.

Broke a nail…

That’s where Copper lives. Nice spread. Could use woman’s touch.

You sure this is a good idea?

It’s the only way. When Clem Clodkicker over there gets to the fair and sees Copper, he’ll bring him home for sure.

You two will get to be friends again, and I will reclaim my rightful place in the spotlight.

Hmm. We just gotta figure out how to get them to follow us.

Hehheh.

That’s the easy part. See, old Chief there hates me, but he couldn’t catch a cold in winter, and wherever Chief goes, Slade follows.

Well, let’s see your stuff there, cowboy.

Psst! Chief!

Chief!

Oh, that tickles.

Huh?

Wha…

Oh! Ooh, ooh.

Snugglywuggly little pookiepooh.

Yow!

Chief, what the devil…

Tod! Eh!

It’s that darn critter of yours!

My critter? It’s your hunt… Oh, my! Oh, dear!

When I get my hands on you…

Tod, I’m coming!

I gotcha in my sight!

You can’t get away from me!

I’m a fourthplace winner two times over.

Why, you! Come back here!

Ah, Chief, come back!

Testing. Testing.

Why, Cash, look at you. You’re nervous as a flea on dip day.

I haven’t seen you like this in a long time. You ain’t never seen me like this, Granny.

I just hope that talent scout fella’s in a good mood.

You know, that snake charmer could use a little more practice. Don’t you think?

Aah!

Oh! Hey! Hey! Aah!

Get the lead out of them boots, Mr. Bickerstaff.

The talent show’s just about to start.

Aah!

I know. I’m excited too.

Whoa, whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Ugh! Ugh!

Mm! Blueberries. Oink!

Aah!

Aah!

Here we are, Mr. Bickerstaff. Just in time.

Ladies and gentlemen, The Singin’ Strays!

Coming through! Excuse me! Pardon me!

Tod? Copper?

Chief! Tod!

Copper! That’s my dog!

You ain’t a stray?

Aah!

Aah!

What in tarnation?

Dixie, what have you done?

Where they going? Wait. We can’t let’em leave. We got a show to do. Wait!

That’s it! I can’t take anymore.

I don’t book no circuses!

Why, thank you, little lady.

You’ve been so kind. Drive careful.

Bye, Mr. Bickerstaff. See ya next year!

Ohh!