Tom Sawyer

Good morning, Sue Ellen. Good morning, Mary.

Good morning, Mr. Dobbins.

Good morning, Allen.

Good morning, Mr. Dobbins.

Good morning, Steven.

Mr. Dobbins.

Hey, Huckleberry!

Hello, Huckleberry.

How come you're playin' hooky?

Same as you.

Never spent a day in school in my life.

What you got in the sack?

Somethin'.

Somethin' like what?

Somethin' like Widder Douglas' dead cat.

She gave me 10 cents to get rid of it.

Looks pretty stiff.

Say, Huckie, what's a dead cat good for anyway?

Well, you know Hoss Williams is lying on his deathbed.

So, what's that got to do with a dead cat?

Well, I'm figurin', you take that dead cat,

along about midnight of a day a sinner's been buried.

Why midnight?

'Cause that's when the devil comes.

You can't see him, you can only hear somethin' like the wind.

And that's when he's fetchin' the soul away.

Who's fetchin'? The devil.

You heave a dead cat on a first dug grave,

the cat comes back to life with the spirit of the dead man.

It's called cheatin' the devil.

Did you ever try it before, Huck?

No, but I'm fixin' to.

Can I come with ya?

I don't know.

Ever been in a graveyard at midnight? Plenty scary.

I wouldn't be scared.

I mean, why should I be scared?

I know you're down there.

You're down there, you little devil. You hiding from me.

Hello, Muff!

Hello, Huck. Hello, Tom.

Hi, Muff!

Huck, would you lend me your fishing pole a minute?

Sure, Muff.

There! There you are, you little devil.

There! (LAUGHS)

Here you go, Muff.

Well, thank you.

You know you're favoring your pap

more and more every day, Huckleberry.

Seems to me like it was only yesterday

that you was no bigger than a grasshopper.

Happy days they was, when your pap was living,

plunkin' on his banjo,

passin' his bottle around.

All free-hearted man he was.

Sing? He could sing like a meadowlark.

Aha! Now!

I got you now, you little dickens.

There you are.

Of course, you never knew your ma,

her dying like she did as you was born.

I ain't got no folks neither.

Well, you got your aunt, ain't you?

That's all a fellow needs, a friend.

"A little old friend in need

"is a little old friend indeed."

As the poet once said.

Mmm.

I got to go.

I'll talk to you lads later. I got an appointment.

Doc Robinson wants to see us.

Somethin' about that Injun Joe freezes your blood.

Crazy mean from the pain in his leg, l reckon.

Hey, let's go fishing. Yeah.

I am Tom Sawyer, Black Avenger of the Spanish Main!

Name your name!

Huck Finn, the Red-Handed, Terror of the Seas!

'Tis well. Give the countersign.

Blood!

Come on.

Hoist the colors.

What sails we carry?

Courses, topsails, and flying jib, sir.

Colors flying, sir.

Weighing anchor on the port side.

Luff and bring her to the wind.

Swing her to the starboard.

Aye-aye, sir.

Shake out the sheets and braces!

Lively now, me hearty!

Aye-aye, sir.

Mississippi River dead ahead.

There's nothing like a broken arm

to keep a boy off an apple tree.

At least till it heals.

Thank you, Dr. Robinson.

I told you to come in the back way.

Just wanted to tell you it looks like

I'll probably be needin' you tomorrow night.

That Hoss Williams?

Mmm.

That soon, huh?

He can't last any longer than that.

Poor Hoss.

How is that leg, Joe?

It should be on you.

Tom Sawyer!

You, Tom!

Drat that boy!

Never here when you want him.

Always underfoot when you don't.

A body could spend a lifetime chasin' that boy.

Whipping does no good.

Keepin' him in his room does no good.

There's no punishment devised that could straighten out that boy.

From the time l get up in the morning

till the time l go to bed at night,

it's just one blessed thing after another.

Mary, you seen Tom?

No, Mother.

Sidney?

No, Mother, I haven't seen Tom all day.

Playing hooky, again.

That's twice this week!

Worms! Oh!

Tom Sawyer!