Matson50-11-2670San Juan Bautista

Hello, Yukon, 2-8-0-9. Yes, this is Candy-Metson. Come on, Meller, stop potting, enjoy yourself. It's earlier than you think. Monterey at Christmas time is delightful. Carmel is most enchanting. Salinas, I enjoy.

But the whole is way over to some unexplored, cannibal country is too much. Did you hear that Rembrandt? Cannibal country, he calls it. He calls it. Malad, me boy. This may come as a shock, but San Juan Batista was founded by the Franciscan fathers in 1797.

I remember it as all were yesterday. Don't let him bother you, Ducky. Mallard can't stand his wonderful air. He misses the gas fumes of the big city. That's not that candy, but I do want to get back.

Relax, Max. You had a chance to take two days off so make the most of them. What's the name of this town again? San Juan Batista. You'll love it, Mallard, dear, really. The mission, all the old buildings still standing.

Oh, you'll adore it, honestly you will. Look, Grumbrat, old friend. I may like the thing, but I'll be hanged if I'll adore it. As you will, minion. How much father, can't he? We're just entering the town now.

I thought we'd take a look at the mission first. Okay. Hey. This is a cute little town at that. That's my boy. I knew you'd warm up once I got you over here. You know, strictly from a police angle, You might be interested in knowing that Joaquin Murietta visited here more than once.

So did three-fingered Jack. Where's my shooting, Arne? I'll get the varmin's take it easy, Hop Along. We're approaching the mission. For golly's sake. It's a good one. Isn't it beautiful, Mallory? And don't you get a whole flood of thoughts going through your head when you look at it?