030- Major Mike Locked in Monkey Cage

Jerry of the circus for Jerry of the circus. Mr. Kelly.

Yeah. Well, hello there. What do you get that Mr. business? Well, I play and say, man. Listen, that's all right for Mr. Randall, but not for me. I am Chief Boss in the Menagerie tent, but I am Kelly to my friend.

Gee, you know, that's one thing I like about circus folk. Not a whole lot of buzz about being polite and all that. But everyone knows who's boss and who to take their orders from. Oh, reason why we can't all be friends.

After all, I may give orders in here, but I take them for Mr. Andrew. Yeah, I can give orders to Rags, but I take them for most everybody else. Well, it don't seem to hurt you much.

After all, you got to learn to take orders before you can give them. Yeah, Dad used to say that. Always told me I had to learn to do things myself first. If I wanted to be sure later on, they'd be done right for me.

All I've ever heard of your Dad, he was a pretty smart man. Now that I'm beginning to know his son, I'm not changing my opinion. Yes, we just about got the show up today. You don't think we'd let a little thing like a condemned tressel people from playing a town, do you?

Or slides or fires or anything else, huh? I should say not. Hey, Jeff, what's holding up things? Those wagons are lined up now. You and Slim get the slides off. Sure, boy. We'll have the towners in here in a few minutes.

Funny you bought Major Mike, Nissen. He's little enough to be overlooked. Yeah, but golly you can make an up-comotion for someone twice as size if you want to can't you? I can see your voice to that little guy.