Bear Shooters

Farina:
C'mon! Get your mule. Let's get going!

Donald 'Spud':
I guess I can't go.

Farina:
How come?

Donald 'Spud':
I gotta stay home and grease Wheezer!

Mary Ann:
Chubby, will you grease Wheezer for me?

Chubby:
Sure, you want me to change his oil too?

Mary Ann:
Chubby, I put eggs in this stove and they came out baby chickens.

Chubby:
Well fry me one, I'm hungry.

Mary Ann:
Ah foo.

Donald 'Spud':
Go chase yourself.

Wheezer:
Where is I?

Donald 'Spud':
[points to Wheezer's shadow] There.

Farina:
[to Wheezer, who has been greased with Limburger] Boy, you sure don't smell like no violets.