00:28Very late.
00:29Late one evening, when even the birds had stopped squeaking, Rhubarb was tip-pawing about the garden, muttering mutters to
00:37himself.
00:39What's that noodle-brained dog up to at this unearthly hour?
00:44Yawned Custard and spied through the fence with a cat's eye to business.
00:50And one here, and one there, and one under that, muttered Rhubarb in a mumbling sort of way
00:57as he buried bones all over the garden, ready for the hunt-the-bone game at his garden party.
01:05There, that should do very nicely. Thank you very much, Rhubarb, said Rhubarb,
01:09licking his lips as he planted the very last of the bones,
01:12knowing full well that he'd win the game because he knew where all the bones were.
01:18What a smart dog you are. A great bone rush should make me a fortune, he grinned as he collapsed
01:25wearily into his bed.
01:29Jumping mackerel! A fortune, eh?
01:34Whistled Custard and crept off into the night.
01:38As the moon covered herself up with big fluffy clouds and rocked herself to sleep,
01:44Custard spent the darkened hours making himself a fortune by hawking a few bad deeds to land he didn't even
01:52own.
01:53Well, that's the very last one, grinned Custard as he sold the final plot of land,
01:59told everyone that there were bones in them, the hills, and loitered off with the loot.
02:06Rhubarb's alarm clock was getting a bit wound up about ringing,
02:10but with so much noise outside, there wasn't any need to bother.
02:15Rhubarb rolled over, opened an eye, then the other, and looked out with great amazement,
02:21which very quickly turned into an even greater anger.
02:25I demand to know what's happening!
02:27Rhubarb screamed at the top of his bark as he stamped his paw and glared out onto something
02:32that looked like Klondike High Street on a Saturday.
02:36This is my garden! Who gave you permission to dig holes all over it?
02:39Stop that digging immediately!
02:41Demanded Rhubarb.
02:43Push off, greenhorn!
02:45Grizzled a battered old panhandler,
02:46and with that, Rhubarb turned tail and slunked off back up to the house.
02:51The world's gone mad!
02:53I didn't invite any of these gangsters to my garden party!
02:56They're all here digging up my bone game, shrugged Rhubarb,
03:00just as he saw Custard's fat face grinning over the fence,
03:04and the whole crazy situation fell into place.
03:08I might have known he'd spoil everything,
03:10sniffed Rhubarb in a sad sort of way.
03:15Oi! Oi!
03:19Here! Here's a bone!
03:21Shouted a big, gruff geezer.
03:23Here is another!
03:24What?
03:28Rubber bones!
03:30Here! What's the game?
03:32Demanded a big husky dog from Alaska.
03:36Hunt the rubber bone!
03:38Hunt the rubber bone at the garden party!
03:40Hey! Shouted Rhubarb from up at the house,
03:42and Custard's greedy grin fell off his face.
03:46Oi! Cat!
03:48We've got a rubber bone to pit with you!
03:52Growled five hundred mad dogs as Custard set off over the hill.
03:58Oh, you can't beat a morning run, I always say,
04:02grinned Rhubarb.
04:04Now, where did I hide my bona fidey breakfast?
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