Broke Uncle Hubert

Now it's morning at the burn zone, and we find Gracie in the kitchen getting breakfast, while her little duck Herman looks on hungerly. Oh, no, no Herman. I know the bacon smells good, but you can't have any.

Oh, we can't get gettin' on the mama! No, I'm sorry, darling. The bacon is rations, and ducks don't get rations books. Erm, get, get, get, get, get them all on. Yeah, hold on. Herman! That's not a nice thing to call the OPA.

But don't get under my feet, I want to empty this hot grease in that tin so I can take it down to the butcher. What for? Well, because the government needs it to make bombs and bullets, just think.

This bacon grease might make the bullets a guess hit by. Yes, really. I hope so too. And if everyone saves every bit of waste kitchen fat and turns it over to their butcher, we will have enough ammunition to make the access to render.

We mustn't deserve daddy George. I want him to be in the best of humor when he comes down to breakfast. You see next time he is Easter, Madison needs a new outfit! So when George comes down we must be real nice to him. First we'll greet him with a big hug and kiss.

First, we'll greet him with a big, hugging kiss. Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! You stop there. George happens to be very kissable. I'm sure he's even more kissable than child boy-a. Ah! Ah! Ah!

Ah! Ah! You stop laughing. Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Here comes your daddy. Now, I'll straddle him into buying me a new Easter.