Tom and Huck

Smile, damn you. Smile!

Shut the door.

- What do you want? - I have a job for you.

What kind of job?

It's heavy work. Digging. We need another man.

- When do you want it done? - Some night soon.

- Where? - The graveyard.

Unless you're afraid.

The job pays two dollars. Take it or leave it.

I'll take it.

But the job pays three dollars.

- Unless you think I deserve more. - No. No.

Three dollars seems fair enough. Yep.

And where do you think you're going?

Go back to sleep, Sid. I'm just runnin' away from home.

- Again? - This time for sure.

Me and Joe Harper and Ben Rogers is goin' to New Orleans

- to be steamboat men. - Not if I tell Aunt Polly.

I knew you were gonna be your annoying little self, Sid.

So I rigged up a little surprise for ya.

There. And just so you don't get lonely.

Now... that right there

is the most poisonous spider in the whole world.

If you knock that glass over, she's gonna be pretty angry.

'Course, it could just be a little harmless fruit spider.

But, only one way to find out, right?

Ah! Howdy, boys!

- Hey, Muff. - Yeah, hey, Muff.

Where are you headed this time of night?

We're runnin' away from home.

Oh! I used to do that all the time, until home ran away from me.

- Well, where'd they go? - As far away as they could.

Come on.

Oh, don't let me stop you.

Hey, when ya comin' back?

- Never! - Yep, never!

Never, huh?

See ya tomorrow.

Bye, bye, Hannibal.

- Goodbye! Whoo! - Bye, bye!

- Goodbye! - We're gonna be steamboat men.

Left and bring her into the wind, Mr. Harper.

Aye, sir.

- Steady, now, steady. - Steady it is, sir.

- Next stop, New Orleans. - Nothing can stop us now.

- Hard to port! Hard to port! - What's port?

- To the left! - No, it's right!

To the right then. Just pull it, Joe. Pull it!

Come on, Joe! Pull!

- All right. Tom, Tom. - Tom! Tom!

- Tom! - Tom!

- Tom! Tom! - Tom! Tom!

- You all right, Tom? - Yeah, yeah. Of course I'm all right.

Oh, God! If it hadn't been for...

...whoever it was, you'd have been a goner.

- Town? - Town.

Come on. Come on.

Bye, Tom.

Mornin', everybody. What's for breakfast?

Well, you can start... with this.

Couldn't I just have some scrambled eggs?

Tom, I have a notion to skin you alive.

Sneaking out 'til all hours! Worrying a body to death!

Yeah. Shall I get the switch?

I swore to your mama, my own sister on her deathbed,

that I would raise you proper.

- And you're doin' a fine job. - No. I know I am not doing my duty by you.

- I'll get the switch. - No!

I'll just be obliged to make you work tomorrow.

Tomorrow? Couldn't I just take a whippin'?

I have got to do something, and I ain't got the heart to hit you.

Now sit.

Toot, Toot

Toot, Toot

Toot, Toot

Toot, Toot

Toot, Toot

Are you feeling okay, Tom?

Oh, hi, Billy. I was havin' so much fun, didn't even hear you comin'.

- Fun? - Whitewashing this here fence.

Nah. That ain't fun. That's work.

Billy, if this was work, would I be doin' it?

Ain't every day a boy gets to whitewash a fence.

Say, Tom?

Let me whitewash a little?

Aunt Polly's awful particular about this fence.

Just a little.

I'd like to help you out, Bill. Honest Injun.

But if you were to tackle this here fence, and anything was to happen to it...

I'll be real careful.

What'll you give me?

Huck!

You're back! Where'd you go? Where've you been?

Well, I'm a traveler. I go lots of places.

Go upriver, downriver. No place particular.

I'm bound to pass through here sometime.

You're the one who pulled me out the other night.

I felt like a swim.

Come on. I'll show you my place.

So how long you been livin' here, Huck?

About a month.

- A month, huh? - Uh-huh.

Well?

Last week, Aunt Polly whupped me for swipin' a pie

that was coolin' on the windowsill. But it wasn't me. Figured it was Sid.

- He wanted it, but I beat him to it. - I ought to punch you in the nose.

You're welcome to try.

Maybe later.

So when you're not stealin' food and savin' folks from drownin',

what do you do all day?

Whatever I want.

- Sure are lucky. - Yep. I'm a free man.

Go wherever I want when I wanna go there,

do whatever I want when I want to do it. It's as simple as that.

It's good to see ya.

What's that for?

It's what friends do.

We friends?

It's up to you.

If your Aunt Polly catches you and me, she'll whup you from here to St. Louis.

This has nothin' to do with her. We was friends before. Don't you remember?

- Yeah, I guess we were. - Now we're friends again.

Yeah, I guess we are.

We won't do it again, will we?

- Uh-uh. - Will we? I can't hear you.

Thomas Sawyer!

Sorry I'm late for school, Mr. Dobbins.

Well, what's your excuse this time?

I stopped to talk with Huckleberry Finn.

Thomas Sawyer!

That is the most astounding confession... I have ever had to listen to.

- Yes, sir. - You are not unaware

that it is forbidden to converse with that...

idle wastrel?

No, sir.

I... I mean, yes, sir.

You know, of course, that I shall have to punish you.

Oh, no.

No, Mr. Dobbins, please. You wouldn't make me sit with the girls.

Once again, Thomas Sawyer,

you have outsmarted yourself.

Grade seven's green book.

"A Missouri maiden's farewell to Alabama."

"Alabama, good-bye. I love thee well.

"For, yes, for a while do I leave thee now.

"Sad? Yes.

"Sad thoughts of thee my heart doth swell

"and burning recollections from my brow.

"For I have wandered through thy flowery woods.

"Have roamed and read here Tallapoosa's stream.

"Have listened to Tallahassee's..."

Who belongs to this peach?

Becky Thatcher, do you belong to this peach?

You will not abandon unconsumed food in my school. Do you hear?

Whew! Hello, Huck.

Hello, yourself, and see how you like it.

Whatcha doin' here?

Lookin' for jackasses.

Under a bridge?

I found one, didn't I?

You gonna let her do that to you?

It's 'cause she likes me.

She pushes you off a bridge 'cause she likes you?

I think you're both crazy.

Hey, Huck, what you got in the sack?

A dead cat.

Wagon run over him. Guts come out both ends.

What's a dead cat good for?

To cure warts with.

I got one. How's it work?

You take your dead cat to the graveyard on the day somebody wicked's been buried.

And when the devil comes, you heave your dead cat at him and say,

"Devil follow corpse. Cat follow devil. Warts follow cat. I'm done with you."

- That'll fetch any wart. - Sounds right.

- So when you gonna try? - Tonight.

Let me go with ya, Huck.

You might get scared.

I ain't scared of nothin'.

Dead seems kinda lively tonight, don't they?

Be careful!

- Who are they? - The two on the right ain't so bad.

The skinny one's Doc Robinson, and the fat one's Muff Potter.

Muff wouldn't hurt a fly. That third fellow there?

- That's Injun Joe. - Injun Joe?

You know him?

Let's just say I met him once, and I ain't in a hurry to meet him again.

They're goin' for one of them old graves.

That's it. That's it.

W... would it be all right...

if we stopped for a... a little libation?

- What? - I need me a drink.

No! Haul it up! And hurry.

Yep! C'mon, c'mon. Pry it open. Tip it over.

Murrell!

One-eyed Murrell? My God!

Put the coffin back. Cover up your tracks.

- Hey, not so fast. - Get your hands off me.

- Gimme that box. - Doc, Joe,

- let's talk this over like gentle... - No. No! Let go!

What you do that for? That's just not right.