WHERE YOU GOING, LULLABY?

TO FRESHEN UP, YOU COWPOKES!

YOUR BAD BREATH AND BODY ODOR WOULD STAMPEDE A HEARD OF BUFFALO AT FIVE MILES.

S'GOOD THAT OUR MONEY DON'T SMELL, ISN'T IT? WAH! HA! HA!

HEY THERE, DOC. STILL GO THE BLUES?

EVENING, LULLABY.

YOU KNOW WHAT YOU NEED, DOC? YOU NEED A PRETTY LITTLE WOMAN TO LOOK AFTER YOU AND CHASE AWAY YOUR DEPRESSION.

ARE YOU OFFERING, LULLABY?

HEH, I'M NOT SAYING NO. IT BET YOU'RE REALLY CUTE WHEN YOU SMILE.

SO, BIG BIRD, YOU CHATTING UP THE GREEN HORN?

WATCH YOUR BALLS, YOU!

!?!