ep042 The Battle At Jenkins Manor

BINGER BILL! Warrior of the Woodland. Struggling against extreme odds. Traveling dangerous trails. Fighting the many enemies of nature. This is the job of the Guardian of the Forest.

Ranger Bill. Pouring rain, freezing cold, blistering heat. Snow, floods, bears, rattlesnakes, mountain lions. Yes, all this in exchange for the satisfaction and pride of a job well done. You know, there are very few men who make good huskkeepers.

A man can be neat and clean, keeping his own house, but he just isn't the same as when a woman's around to do it. Let's face it, fellas, they have that certain knack. Not take for instance myself.

I can keep my workshop looking like it's been polished every day and it looks good. But in the house? Well, that's a different story. It's not only polishing and scrubbing that counts, but it's a woman's touch.

I like to call this one the battle at Jenkins' Map. Hey, Stockpaw, come on. I've got to drop you off at headquarters on my way to school. Alright, alright. Keep your pie jamas on, Sonny.

You look like a monkey in a junk barrel. Now you are too if you live in this house. I can never find anything! That's for sure. You never put anything backward below. Listen, I'm so busy finding the stuff.

Ain't got time to put it back. What are you looking for? I banned all the handkerchiefs. They're in the closet. Have you tried your dresser? No, there's a first-rate idea. Have I ever heard one?

What's the matter with you, Stumping? You sound like a bear with lock jaw. I've been wondering that too, Gray Wolf. grey wolf. We call him grumble, John. Oh, it's that house of mine. Oh, what's wrong now?