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(upbeat mischievous music)
- 180 days.
- All right, come on you.
- Next case.
- Laurel and Hardy.
Take off your hat.
- You're charged with vagrancy.
Are you guilty or not guilty?
- Not guilty, your highness.
- On what grounds?
- We weren't on the grounds.
We were sleeping on a park bench.
(laughter) (gavel banging)
- If the jail wasn't full, I'd give you both 180 days.
In as much as the jail is full,
I'm going to give you both just one hour.
- Thank you, sir.
- To get out of town!
And never let me set eyes on you, again.
Case dismissed.
- Does that mean we can go back
and sleep on the park bench?
(laughter) (gavel banging)
- Scram, or I'll build a jail for you.
Next.
(slow classical music)
(slips and falls)
- What's the matter neighbor?
- I lost the key to my car.
- Can't you find it?
- No, that's why I'm looking.
- Maybe it fell down the grating.
- Maybe it fell down the grating,
maybe it fell down the...
Maybe it fell down-- - Here it is, down here.
- Where?
- Right there.
Hold him while I get it.
Gee, this thing is heavy.
- Say, wait a minute, I think I've got an idea.
- All right, I'll hold him. - Hold him.
(grunts)
(comedic orchestral music)
- We'll have it in just a jiffy.
- I got it.
- He's got it.
(comedic orchestral music)
- Here, hold him.
I'll get it.
(grunts sharply)
Here now hold this while I get it.
(screaming)
- Fell down the grating.
- Yes.
- Maybe it fell down the grating.
- That's right, now we're off.
(faintly speaking)
There you are sir.
- Jump in fellas and I'll take you home.
- I'm sorry, sir, but we have no home.
- Get in the car.
You fellas are coming home with me.
I wouldn't see a dog stay out on a night like this.
- Thank you, sir.
- Give us the key, give us the key.
- The key.
You got the key?
- Hold him while I get the key.
- Give us, give us the key.
The key, I need the key.
(comedic orchestral music)
(mischievous melody)
(grate rattles)
- Shh, here comes a policeman.
- Fell down the grating.
- Shh.
(blows raspberry)
(baton slam) (exclaims in pain)
- It's a policeman.
- Policeman? (blows raspberry)
(laughs)
(screams in fear)
(screaming intensifies)
(screaming in the distance)
(footsteps stomping)
(panicked mumbling)
(car engine revving)
(upbeat swing music)
(tapping glass bottle) - Hello, hello, hello.
Home, sweet home.
(stumbling footsteps)
- Gee, it's awfully nice of you
to invite us to spend the night.
- Don't mention it.
What's mine is yours.
That's me. (smacks chest)
(fumbles against wall)
- Did you lose something?
- I lost the key to the house.
Maybe it fell down the grating.
- Do you mind if I help you look for it?
- Go ahead.
- Thank you.
- Someday I'm gonna have all my pockets indexed.
- That would be a good idea, I think.
(laughs)
(grunts)
Is there somebody home?
- Not a soul, only the wife.
- Well, why don't you ring the bell?
- Oh, we can't do that!
- You hold him while I look for a window.
(mumbling)
(calm big band music)
(stumbling thuds)
(mumbling)
(loud thuds)
(grunts)
- Lean him against something and come and help me.
(stumbling)
(mumbles)
(loud thud)
(stumbling)
(struggling)
(smack)
(snoring)
(loud crashing)
- Shh.
(door slams)
(door banging)
- Wonder where they went to?
- Maybe he followed us through the window.
Let's see if he's in there.
- Get on my back.
And take it easy!
(heaves)
- Where are ya?
- He's not in there.
I can't get down.
(grunts)
- Come on.
(doorbell ringing)
(loud hitting)
- Shh.
(stumbling)
- My room is upstairs to the left.
Now you palsies go up and make yourself comfy.
I'll go and put the car away,
and then I'll make a little drink
and I'll be right up.
- Thank you, sir!
(dramatic orchestral music)
(water pouring)
Bonnie lies over the ocean
(alcohol filling glass) Bonnie's over the sea
Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy.
(faintly singing)
(footsteps stomping)
- Might I ask what you are doing here?
(upbeat swing music)
- Isn't this my house?
- It certainly is not!
(blows raspberry)
- Oh.
Maybe I better go then.
- Maybe you had.
(falling downstairs)
(loud crashing)
- Oh, what on Earth was that, Hawkins?
- Just a drunken man, madam.
Who thought that this was his house.
- Oh, it's a good thing my husband wasn't home.
He'd have killed him!
You know how he detests drunken people.
Hawkins, run along and see that he's out of the house.
- Very good, madam.
(comedic swing music)
(singing)
(smells)
(exhales)
- Divine.
You see what a little kindness will do?
Now, if we hadn't stopped to help him,
we wouldn't be in a spot like this.
I wonder where he is?
We'd better go look for him.
- That's a good idea.
(door slams)
(frightened holler)
- Come here.
Do you wanna wake his wife?
Shh.
Come on.
(door opens)
(screams)
(faints)
(grunts)
(door slams)
Hey!
Get some water quick, I think it's his wife!
Get some water, hurry!
Come on, quick, hurry up.
- What're you doing in my house?
- Don't be alarmed, lady.
We're friends of your husband.
- Where is he?
- Well, he went to put his car away.
He'll be right up.
- Oh, you've got my husband's pajamas on.
(laughs)
- Yes, ma'am.
You see, we helped him out of a little difficulty,
and he invited us to spend the night.
- What for?
- Well, you see it's raining outside and we got all wet.
- Is my husband wet too?
- Wet, he's soaked!
- Oh, the poor dear.
Well then, won't you gentlemen come in and sit down?
Oh, won't you make yourself comfortable?
- Thank you ma'am.
- Mister um...
Why, we've never been introduced.
- No, ma'am.
- I'm Mrs. Beaumont.
(laughs) - I'm Mr. Hardy.
- Oh, how do you do?
- This is my friend, Mr. Laurel.
(loud pop)
- Sit down.
(blows raspberry)
(laughing)
(hollering laughter)
(laughs)
(laughing together)
(laughing intensifies)
(bang)
- Stop it.
Stop it, stop it.
How's about a little dance?
- Well, we'd rather not.
Your husband might not like it.
- I wanna dance!
(laughs)
(piano swing music)
Come on and dance.
- I don't wanna dance.
- Oh, yes you do wanna dance with me!
- I don't like to dance!
You'd better go to bed.
- Oh, phooey, if you don't wanna dance,
we'll wrestle!
(frantic hollering)
- Do something to help me!
(panicked mumbling)
- Hey, you better cut this out.
(goochies)
- Don't do that!
Stop it. (laughs)
Don't do-- (hollers)
(laughs)
(grunts)
(screams)
(panicked mumbling)
(distant hollering)
(pop)
(laughs)
(hiccup)
- Oh, I gotta have another glass of water.
- If I give ya another glass of water,
will you go to bed?
(hiccup) - OK, boy.
- Now you go to bed, and we'll go look for your husband.
(laughs)
(grunts sharply)
(screams)
(panicked screaming)
(panicked hollering)
(laughs)
(laughing intensifies)
(screams)
(whimpering)
(loud screams)
(loud crashing)
(loud explosion)
(comedic closing melody)