ThomasAww... slugs again!
Samuel the NarratorYes, there were the slugs. Babies, mothers, and grandmothers, besides enormous great fat slugs, all eating away at the juicy leaves.
MotherOh Thomas, let's set some traps--some slug traps--and catch them all.
Samuel the NarratorDid those slugs walk into the traps? No, not one. They just laughed their slimy laugh...
SlugsHuh-huh, huh-huh...
Samuel the Narrator... and went on eating the juicy lettuces.
MotherOh deary me, what shall we do? There'll be no lettuce left when little Tim comes home.
ThomasI know! I've got a good idea. I'll shoot those varmints!
MotherThomas!
ThomasI will! I'll shoot them!
Samuel the NarratorThomas crept very carefully up the lettuce patch and fired his little gun. POP! POP! But did the slugs mind?
SlugsHuh-huh...
Samuel the NarratorNo, not they. They laughed more than ever in their slimy way.
SlugsHuh-huh, huh-huh...
Samuel the NarratorAnd they ate up all the peas, and then they turned about and went on eating the lettuces.
MotherThomas, how are you getting on? We shan't have any lettuce when little Tim comes home.
Samuel the NarratorThey hopped sadly down along the passage into the kitchen of their house... and then Mariah had arrived. ZAP!
Interlude
Slugs(Squealing.)
Samuel the NarratorThe greedy slugs raised their heads to listen. They waved their bodies joyously, and laughed their slimy laugh.
SlugsHuh-huh! Hear the sweet music at our feast. Hear the sweet music while we eat.
Samuel the NarratorAnd then they laughed again happily in their slimy way...
SlugsHuh-huh, huh-huh...
Samuel the Narrator... and went on eating lettuces.
Interlude
SlugsHuh-huh...
MotherThere won't be even a nibble of lettuce when our little Tim comes home! (Sniffles.)
Samuel the NarratorSuddenly, a voice called out, and out rushed Tim, hopping and skipping and turning somersaults as he came towards his father and mother.
TimHello, hello! I brought a friend! Oh... what's the matter?
Samuel the NarratorThe slugs are eating all the lettuce, Tim.
TimOh hey There' samuel! My friend Brush has just been wondering if you'll have meat for supper. Why is it we only had lettuces, didn't I, Brush?
BrushAsk Tim! I, uh, think I can help you... if you allow me, sir. Just watch me! (Starts whistling.)
Samuel the NarratorHe gobbled up the slugs faster than you could count--baby slugs, mother slugs, grandmother and great-grandmother slugs--before they had time to take to their slimy heels. Mariah and Thomas stood and watched in wonder at his huge appetite.
ThomasHo-ho-ho-hooo! Come and have supper with us whenever you like, Mr. Brush.
TimOh, he will. Mr. Brush!
ThomasYes! Get in.
Brush(Whistles.)
ThomasAww... slugs again!
Samuel the NarratorYes, there were the slugs. Babies, mothers, and grandmothers, besides enormous great fat slugs, all eating away at the juicy leaves.
MotherOh Thomas, let's set some traps--some slug traps--and catch them all.
Samuel the NarratorDid those slugs walk into the traps? No, not one. They just laughed their slimy laugh...
SlugsHuh-huh, huh-huh...
Samuel the Narrator... and went on eating the juicy lettuces.
MotherOh deary me, what shall we do? There'll be no lettuce left when little Tim comes home.
ThomasI know! I've got a good idea. I'll shoot those varmints!
MotherThomas!
ThomasI will! I'll shoot them!
Samuel the NarratorThomas crept very carefully up the lettuce patch and fired his little gun. POP! POP! But did the slugs mind?
SlugsHuh-huh...
Samuel the NarratorNo, not they. They laughed more than ever in their slimy way.
SlugsHuh-huh, huh-huh...
Samuel the NarratorAnd they ate up all the peas, and then they turned about and went on eating the lettuces.
MotherThomas, how are you getting on? We shan't have any lettuce when little Tim comes home.
Samuel the NarratorThey hopped sadly down along the passage into the kitchen of their house... and then Mariah had arrived. ZAP!
Interlude
Slugs(Squealing.)
Samuel the NarratorThe greedy slugs raised their heads to listen. They waved their bodies joyously, and laughed their slimy laugh.
SlugsHuh-huh! Hear the sweet music at our feast. Hear the sweet music while we eat.
Samuel the NarratorAnd then they laughed again happily in their slimy way...
SlugsHuh-huh, huh-huh...
Samuel the Narrator... and went on eating lettuces.
Interlude
SlugsHuh-huh...
MotherThere won't be even a nibble of lettuce when our little Tim comes home! (Sniffles.)
Samuel the NarratorSuddenly, a voice called out, and out rushed Tim, hopping and skipping and turning somersaults as he came towards his father and mother.
TimHello, hello! I brought a friend! Oh... what's the matter?
Samuel the NarratorThe slugs are eating all the lettuce, Tim.
TimOh hey There' samuel! My friend Brush has just been wondering if you'll have meat for supper. Why is it we only had lettuces, didn't I, Brush?
BrushAsk Tim! I, uh, think I can help you... if you allow me, sir. Just watch me! (Starts whistling.)
Samuel the NarratorHe gobbled up the slugs faster than you could count--baby slugs, mother slugs, grandmother and great-grandmother slugs--before they had time to take to their slimy heels. Mariah and Thomas stood and watched in wonder at his huge appetite.
ThomasHo-ho-ho-hooo! Come and have supper with us whenever you like, Mr. Brush.
TimOh, he will. Mr. Brush!
ThomasYes! Get in.
Brush(Whistles.)
ThomasAww... slugs again!
Samuel the NarratorYes, there were the slugs. Babies, mothers, and grandmothers, besides enormous great fat slugs, all eating away at the juicy leaves.
MotherOh Thomas, let's set some traps--some slug traps--and catch them all.
Samuel the NarratorDid those slugs walk into the traps? No, not one. They just laughed their slimy laugh...
SlugsHuh-huh, huh-huh...
Samuel the Narrator... and went on eating the juicy lettuces.
MotherOh deary me, what shall we do? There'll be no lettuce left when little Tim comes home.
ThomasI know! I've got a good idea. I'll shoot those varmints!
MotherThomas!
ThomasI will! I'll shoot them!
Samuel the NarratorThomas crept very carefully up the lettuce patch and fired his little gun. POP! POP! But did the slugs mind?
SlugsHuh-huh...
Samuel the NarratorNo, not they. They laughed more than ever in their slimy way.
SlugsHuh-huh, huh-huh...
Samuel the NarratorAnd they ate up all the peas, and then they turned about and went on eating the lettuces.
MotherThomas, how are you getting on? We shan't have any lettuce when little Tim comes home.
Samuel the NarratorThey hopped sadly down along the passage into the kitchen of their house... and then Mariah had arrived. ZAP!
Interlude
Slugs(Squealing.)
Samuel the NarratorThe greedy slugs raised their heads to listen. They waved their bodies joyously, and laughed their slimy laugh.
SlugsHuh-huh! Hear the sweet music at our feast. Hear the sweet music while we eat.
Samuel the NarratorAnd then they laughed again happily in their slimy way...
SlugsHuh-huh, huh-huh...
Samuel the Narrator... and went on eating lettuces.
Interlude
SlugsHuh-huh...
MotherThere won't be even a nibble of lettuce when our little Tim comes home! (Sniffles.)
Samuel the NarratorSuddenly, a voice called out, and out rushed Tim, hopping and skipping and turning somersaults as he came towards his father and mother.
TimHello, hello! I brought a friend! Oh... what's the matter?
Samuel the NarratorThe slugs are eating all the lettuce, Tim.
TimOh hey There' samuel! My friend Brush has just been wondering if you'll have meat for supper. Why is it we only had lettuces, didn't I, Brush?
BrushAsk Tim! I, uh, think I can help you... if you allow me, sir. Just watch me! (Starts whistling.)
Samuel the NarratorHe gobbled up the slugs faster than you could count--baby slugs, mother slugs, grandmother and great-grandmother slugs--before they had time to take to their slimy heels. Mariah and Thomas stood and watched in wonder at his huge appetite.
ThomasHo-ho-ho-hooo! Come and have supper with us whenever you like, Mr. Brush.
TimOh, he will. Mr. Brush!
ThomasYes! Get in.
Brush(Whistles.)