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You don't know about me without you having read
some books made by Mr. Mark Twain, but that ain't no matter.
Them books was about some of the best adventuring
me and Tom Sawyer ever had.
My best friend.
Now Mr. Mark Twain wrote the truth mainly.
There were some things he stretched,
but mainly he told the truth.
I reckon the biggest lie he told,
and I ain't ever seen anybody but lie one time or another,
was what they call the lie of old mittens.
'Cause see, while Mr. Mark Twain sure did write down
an awful lot of them adventures, he never wrote them all.
Suppose me and Tom were just more full
of adventuring than his poor wrist could handle.
Now its honest he wrote about the murder in the graveyard
Tom and me saw, and Muff Potter getting blamed for it,
and me and Tom being took for dead,
and then coming back to tell the truth
that it was Injun Joe who done it.
And he wrote about Tom and Becky Thatcher
getting lost in that cave,
the very same cave me and Tom'd find all that treasure,
and Injun Joe'd find his fate.
And it's true Mr. Mark Twain later helped me
write about my own adventuring,
escaping my drunk pap and heading the wrong way
down the river to free Jim from slavery.
Them adventures was plenty, with feuding families,
missing heirs and a pair of con men would-be-royals;
the Duke of Bilgewater and the King of France.
Tom even showed up in Arkansas and got shot in the leg!
And there was others too that made the page.
About me and Tom turning genuine detectives
and catching a killer, or that time me, Tom and Jim
were all taken hostagated in a balloon bound for Africa.
And maybe,
maybe them adventures is enough,
maybe them history books are full up.
Certainly would've done me.
I never went looking for no trouble. But Tom Sawyer.
Tom Sawyer was a magnet for them adventures
and I reckon maybe I was a magnet for Tom Sawyer.
Best friends stick together,
and sticking together got me into plenty of tight spots.
Plenty of tight spots Mr. Mark Twain never even knew about.
Surprised our sign didn't scare off that huckster, Tom.
You sure his camp's gonna be this far inland?
That rascal's a smart one, that's for sure.
He reckoned most folks
woulda come to your conclusions, Hucky.
And with how bad the skeeters get hereabouts
in the summer, well, most'd reckon
a sane man couldn't stand it.
But he can't outsmart a coupla detectives, with pedigree,
like us.
Now I never been accused of having
a pedigree my whole life Tom.
How's that vinegar working for you, Huck?
The only thing for skeeters Tom.
That and possum guts, but don't got none of them handy.
You know, this nickle bottle of repellent
seems to be more an attractant.
Could you spare a few splashes
to help me keep those parasites at bay?
They's bloodsuckers Tom, but, that's how they're made.
Don't gotta call 'em that mean a name.
Well Hucky, that's what they are.
You're cold, Tom Sawyer.
Pap Finn used to call me that. Parasite.
I reckon I've been called worse but I don't know when.
Huck Finn, you blatherskite, that's what they are!
A parasite is a critter that lives off something else,
like how skeeters have to suck our blood to survive!
I kinda wish I didn't know that Tom.
Didn't know Pap thought of me as a blood sucker.
Not to speak ill of the dead, Huck,
but I wouldn't put no stock into anything
your Pap Finn ever said.
Besides, he meant it in a metaphorical sense.
Like you live off folk,
'cause you use to skip out of school
and didn't have no occupation.
But it ain't nothing, Huck.
Even so...
Hucky. You ain't no parasite.
Not the blood sucking kind, nor the metaphorical kind.
Now this huckster we're hunting up, Mr. James Holden,
now he's a parasite and ain't a place
for that kind in this world.
Selling the whole blamed town of St. Petersburg
on buying brand new security systems
for their homes and shops.
Stirring up all kinds of trouble,
and getting the whole town worried over some robberies
that happened 20 miles down the river.
And getting them to turn on their friends, and neighbors,
and not trust anyone, even the postmaster,
and a good, righteous guy like Jim.
And then, all of a sudden,
during Sunday go to meeting time,
ransacking the whole blame town and making for the river.
That's how I figured it too, Tom.
With no steamboats due till tomorrow morning,
guess he has to be out here.
Lest he paddled for the Illinois shore.
Nah, that rascals still here.
A dead fall!
Yep.
Looks like he rigged up some of his
security traps out here too.
Had we tripped the pull line
the wire would've dropped that counterweight
and we'd be captives fast.
I read, Hucky, that wire drops
at 32.2 foot per second squared.
Them big words just to say you ain't outrunning it.
Sure.
It's all account of potential and kinetic energy, Hucky.
I think it's all account a
everything that goes up has gotta come down.
Exactly, Huck, that's just another way of saying it.
See, that big cage back there had the potential for energy,
because gravity was pulling on it, trying to bring it down,
but couldn't, account of the counter weight.
But you trip the counter weight,
well gravity gets a hold and-
Exactly Huck!
See once gravity gets a hold
all that energy that the cage had the potential to have,
well, it grows into it real quick!
You got to remember that speed and mass
affect the amount of kinetic energy an object has,
so a heavy cage way up there
just dropping would be a whopper!
I don't need all the details Tom.
I reckon I get the big picture.
Huck Finn,
this detective business is all about the details.
Tom!
A noise maker.
This rascal is keeping the thrills fresh, ain't he?
Yep.
More potential energy that'd make trouble for us
if'n it finds its legs, Huck.
If this sapling that's all bent back,
got free of this wire and went back to normal
like it wants to-
It'd make quite a ruckus huh, Tom?
Sound travels at about 760 miles per hour, Hucky.
Best to avoid having to outrun that number.
Reckon that Holden still has Aunt Polly's Bible
he stole from outta her locked cabinet?
I reckon he's still got all his pilfering, Huck.
Won't fence it till he's a few days from St. Petersburg,
the way I figure it.
I reckon I never seen no one so out of sorts
over a book, though, Tom.
She didn't even read that one,
otherwise she'd had it with her when the crook struck.
That's what they call sentimentality, Huck Finn.
Oh, I know that one, Tom.
I had an awful lotta sentimentality over Joe Harper's
dead tooth I won off him playing marbles.
It may not be as good as that golden knob
he had once, Tom, but it was the best thing I ever owned.
That was a prize, Huck!
And I wouldn't take too kindly to some pilferer
makin' off with it, either.
Takin' all those folks possessions, that they care about,
like how I cared about that rotten tooth.
It ain't right, Tom.
I told you Hucky, a parasite.
Ain't a place in this world for that kinda man.
Look past those trees.
It's his camp, Tom. - Shh!
I bet that trip wire'a his last line of defense.
The warning trap to beat all warning traps.
How's that one work, Tom?
Some kind of potential for kinetic energy?
Well, it's hard to see from where we are, Huck,
but, that's likely sure.
I think it's best if we ought to avoid it
for sneaking in there.
Wait a minute. Hucky, do I got an idea.
How's that, Tom?
Listen, we can use his traps against him.
Take the biggest amount of potential energy
and make it kinetic.
You go and head to the edge of the woods and hide there.
But be sure to stay clear of the trails.
I got plans for them.
When you see me take off running,
that no good Holden should be right behind.
If he is, then you go in and get back all his loot
so we can take it back to them that it belongs to.
Sure about this, Tom?
Trust me, Hucky.
I see you coming, ya crook!
Tom!
You think you're so clever?
Where's Tom?
They don't care for you. You dirty street rat!
I ain't a street rat.
You pretending. I knew your pap.
Huckleberry Finn, you're one of us, not one of them.
You see how quick they are, to turn on one another.
To distrust, and suspect their neighbors they'd known
their whole life of covetous and pilferin'.
You think they can think of you any kind of way
besides a filthy, mean-spirited son of Pap Finn,
the most useless man this town has ever known?
You owe them nothing.
You get me outta here, and we can take off down river,
among our kind, living our way.
'Cause boy, we ain't nothing but good old social parasites.
It's how we're made. It's who we are.
There ain't no place in this world for our kind.
I'm no blood sucker, nor no metaphor.
Leastwise, I'm no parasite.
I'm Huckleberry Finn, and I'm Tom Sawyer's best friend!
You bet you are, Huck!
Tom!
Sorry, I saw that my plan worked.
That this rascal forgot all about his trap
and walked right into it.
He just kept on blowing that pistol of his
and trying to get free.
I just kept running.
I don't blame you none, Tom Sawyer.
Did you get the swag?
Aunt Polly's Bible and all.
Then let's make tracks back to town and get the Sheriff.
I'm sure he'll be mighty interested in our days doings.
Let me go! I promise I'll turn myself in.
I'll be a better man, the rest of my days.
I swear!
I say we should help me Tom. At least with those skeeters.
Now Huck, let it never be said that Tom Sawyer
don't take no pity on his fellow man.
But, Tom, I thought you called that an attractant?
You shoulda talked to me first, Tom.
Hucky, how many years you known me?
Too many Tom.
And do I ever seek your consultation
on matters of business?
You never tell me nothing
when there's something on the line,
especially when it's my something.
That mummified cat ya got there's
the only thing I got left from Cairo.
It's my pride and joy.
Huck, it's the only way I can get back that timepiece,
I told you!
But it's a gimme. There's no threat.
Ain't you learned by now?
I don't take a bet that ain't a gimme.
You're more right than wrong, sure enough Tom,
but you ain't always right.
And every blame soul in St. Petersburg knows
that 30-pounds of feathers is heavier than a 10-pound stone.
Who said it weren't Hucky?
That ain't what I'm aiming to disprove.
You bet your little brother... Half brother.
All right, you bet Sid my mummy cat
that this bag of feathers will land the same time
as his 10-pound stone when we drop 'em both
off Graver's Rise.
That's what we spit on.
Tom.
30 pounds is gonna fall a heck a lot faster
than a 10-pound stone.
Why, I reckon three times as fast.
Think so, Huck?
Seems right to me.
And how's that, Huck?
Well, you know, gravy, and ian hurt ya, and all that,
all that book learning stuff.
Well, heavier something is the quicker it falls,
stands to reason.
Exactly, Huck! Stands to reason.
That's the trick.
Tom, you done outfoxed so many sitches
around so many different ways,
this time you outfoxed yourself.
Nah, Hucky.
It stands to reason but it ain't the way it actually works.
See, when they fall,
objects regardless of they mass or how much they weigh
fall at the same rate meaning, Hucky,
not the same speed but the same acceleration.
That's 'cause the amount of force gravity
puts on a given object is dependent on its mass.
So a heavy object with a lot of mass,
like that big bag of feathers
is pulled harder by gravity than that 10-pound stone.
If you say so, Tom.
I says it.
Now, I told that little rapscallion
to keep mum about this whole affair.
Did ya? I reckoned you'd want a crowd, Tom.
If'n we're quick we can get these proceedings along
'fore Becky ever knows I gave away that timepiece
she give me last time we courted.
I think it was the last time before the last time.
Maybe you're right, Hucky.
But if you can't keep track of your own romantic eskimos,
I suppose there's no chance no way.
Thomas Sawyer!
Reckon she knows, Tom?
Tom!
Are you the reason for this foolishness?
Huck helped.
As usual.
I told you this was another
Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn mess.
Tom Sawyer, you are the most narcissistic, humiliating,
self-obsessed courter that I have ever seen in my life.
You know, Bo Laxley came a courting just last week.
Bo Laxley.
Now that's a boy who keeps his nose clean.
He came calling right after you,
but I was already spoken for,
and now I'm stuck with a lifetime of these shenanigans!
Oh, I'm sorry you ain't a courtin' Bo, Becky.
Nobody likes Bo Laxley!
Yuck! - I was just trying
to learn you on the embarrassment I feel in my heart
when you're up to these troubles.
Oh and Tom's real sorry about giving away that timepiece
you gave him courting past.
My timepiece?
You gave away my timepiece?
What's a gift mean to Tom Sawyer?
About as much as bathwater does to Huckleberry Finn.
Becky, what do you think I'm doing here?
I'm here to win it back. I'm doing this for you!
For me?
If this was for me,
you wouldn't have kept it from me in the first place.
This is about the drama, the theatrics, the spectacle.
It always is with you.
This is about your pride, Tom.
That's what you serve.
Tom!
What?
Go win your silly bet.
One timepiece coming up.
All right Sid. You got the timepiece?
Right here.
Tom, you got Huck's dead cat?
Right here.
Told you to keep mum, Sid.
Pretty big crowd.
If'n only one of us talked it up.
Word travels.
'Specially from two ports.
I've been eyeing that prize a while now, Tom.
I knowed it, Sid.
Why, I don't need no timepiece.
I didn't even need it when you gave it to me.
It's just a pawn.
If'n I'm honest, thought I might come in handy but,
I have to say I'm surprised just how handy it came.
Tell you what.
I'll make you an offer. I'll trade you, straight up.
She ain't mine to trade, Sid.
But she's yours to gamble?
Ain't much a gamble when you know you're gonna win.
All right boys, weighing time.
Let the minutes show the bag of feathers
is heavier than the stone.
Let the dropping commence.
Last chance out, Tom.
Why I need to trade when I'm about to get both
and humble you to boot?
'Cause that's what you're really after, ain't ya?
A humbling?
When it's them that deserves it.
All right you two. On my mark.
Three Mississippi,
two Mississippi,
one Mississippi.
Wait, hold on! I call time out.
Time out.
What are you doing, Tom?
It looks like I'm fixing to drop a bag of feathers.
No, you're supposed to dump them not drop them.
Now Joe, we didn't agree to no restrictions
on how I dropped my feathers.
Afraid he's got you there, Sid.
Except that ain't the truth.
This here, a signed contract with one Huckleberry Finn,
owner of the collateral,
promises Tom Sawyer would be dumping this bag of feathers
separate from the bag from which they brought.
Witnessed by Bill Henry yesterday morning.
Just ask him.
Did Huck really sign it?
Huck Finn, is the genuine signatory.
I didn't know about your scheme, Tom.
I told you.
You should, you should have told me about it.
What's the problem Becky?
30 pounds of feathers is 30 pounds of feathers.
Won't it be the same, bag or no?
So Tom though he'd outsmart Sid,
that Sid wouldn't know if things fall at the same rate.
Which they do.
Right. But only if there aren't other factors involved.
Other factors?
Like air.
Air?
It's what you breathe, Huckleberry.
I know that! How's it affect it?
Huckleberry, them falling at the same rate's
only true if gravity is the only factor
on an object falling,
but they've gotten more acting on 'em than gravity.
Air resists them falling too.
So the bag of feathers and the 10-pound stone,
for all intents and purposes, they's about the same density,
so they'll fall at the same time.
But Huck, if you separate those feathers.
That feather's barely denser than a sheet of paper.
Even with them falling at the same time,
some of them are gonna separate
and they'll be so beat by the resistance of the air
that they'll just float and mosey on down
and land a good few seconds after the stone.
Tom!
Tom, take the trade.
Get your piece.
Joe, let's start again.
Starting again.
On my mark.
Three Mississippi,
two Mississippi,
one Mississippi.
Drop!
Yes!
I'm sorry Tom.
That stone landed mighty sooner than the mess of feathers.
Sid Sawyer, the winner.
Told ya you were after a humbling, Tom.
I don't see what you like about that Tom Sawer.
Bested by his little brother, Sid.
Becky, you can do better.
Come on, Becky.
Show's over. And what a show!
Tell him, Huck.
Tell him I don't wind about the piece.
I'm sorry about your cat.
I reckon we've been sharing a room too long.
Can't believe that little brat outfoxed me,
and now Becky's timepiece is gone for good.
And what about your cat?
So what if it's a mummy?
One dead cat's as good as the other I suppose,
and those are right easy enough to come by.
You sure are taking this well, Huck.
That was your pride and joy.
Well, pride,
ain't never been too much of use to me, Tom.
I come from, well you know where I come from.
Pride just gets in
the way of things, blinds you.
Sometimes gets you humbled.
It ain't that simple, Huck.
I reckon it probably ain't,
'cause without it I'm an empty sack.
Becky weren't right.
It ain't my master.
It's just a part of me.
Why'd you sign away my scheme, Huck?
With Sid!
I didn't knowed about your scheme, Tom.
You didn't tell me about your scheme.
He said we need to make this legitimate
and it's my collateral. - I know, I know.
It's not your fault, Huck.
He just knows me too well.
That Sid.
He knew I wouldn't talk to you about my scheme 'cause,
'cause I need to show it off.
And I underestimated him, that's for sure.
I won't make that same mistake again.
Just like I won't be betting away anything else
that don't belong to me on a gimme neither.
I'm sorry, Huck.
Was Becky right, Huck?
You only got a master if you serve it, Tom.
Well don't you gotta serve some thing's in life?
You think Becky will ever speak to me again
or we done courting for good?
I don't think you have to worry about
Becky Thatcher now, Tom Sawyer.
Now, when you gonna tell me about this new scheme
your cooking up to get back what's ours from Sid?
Now I am glad you say that, Huckleberry Finn,
'cause I do get a new plan a-brewing, sure,
and it is a good one, but of course,
this time we can't take nothing for granted.
We gotta be smart and not cocky.
That was a skimmer, Tom.
It's all just an understanding of the physics, Joe.
And master the physics, master the world.
Nah, that weren't nothing Joe. Watch this.
I think Hucky's got you beat, Tom.
You blind, Joe Harper?
You knowed mine went further, Tom.
Why you making a fuss?
Huck, you mullet-head.
The measure ain't the distance, it's the form.
'Sides, I gotta get two or three more skips outta my toss.
On account of the physics, like I said.
You're supposed to control the physics, Huck,
that's the game.
You're making up the rules as you want them,
not as they be, Tom!
That ain't so, Hucky. Everybody knows that.
Tell him, Joe.
How's that, Tom?
Tell Huck it's the form you grade.
Well honest Tom,
I don't know hardly nothing about this business of
physics and stones skipping, least of which how to grade it.
But seems to me though Tom,
that Huck's got the more logical point.
Ha! Your face, Tom!
Yeah Joe, save the logic for those of us
that's got it in spades, huh?
Look any chucklehead can throw their arm outta socket
and get good distance, but the form of the skips,
the dance of the stone on the water.
That's the real game.
Well, I reckon you do make a good point-
Joe, you fair weather-
Now y'all put me in a mighty awful spot.
I told y'all I don't know nothing about this business.
Well, what d'you look for when you skip, Joe?
The distance, like a real Missourian,
or something highfaluting like form?
Well, I can't say I go for nothing, Huck.
You mean you ain't never thought about it?
I mean I ain't done it, Tom.
I ain't never skipped no stone!
Well Joe!
Stone skipping's right up there with mumbly peg
and swimming for best summers pasttime
in all St. Petersburg.
I can't believe you missed out.
Well I can't stand it.
What you at there, Tom?
About time you got an education in stone skipping, Joe.
Step one is find the right stone.
Won't just any stone do?
No way, Joe.
Get the wrong stone you might as well be
chucking Becky Thatcher in the water.
Get about the same distance.
Well actually, Huck,
so long as you go by what the physics want
most rocks will skip some,
even a humongous rock if you throw it hard enough.
But, for the absolute most impressive results
the human arm can get,
certain kinds are the best.
See, here.
A nice stone with a flat edge and a round base.
Now, in order to make her skip,
there are two major factors to consider when dealing with
an optimized stone like this one.
Number one's the angle and rotation of how I throw it.
Number two, the angle at which it hits the water.
Theys others factors too, like its size and mass,
and the condition of the water surface.
But, with a stone like this one
you can kind of take those things for granted
on a nice day today.
Now let's talk it through as we go.
Number one, the angle at which the stone is thrown.
See, how you throw it directly impacts two things
that are important in getting a stone to skip.
It creates the momentum, or the mass in motion of the stone,
and it also affects the second major factor,
the angle at which the stone hits the water.
Now, you see how I got my arm cocked and loaded?
Yeah, looks like you're gonna pull something, Tom.
Yeah, that so's I can fling it side arm.
The other important part is how I hold the stone.
Now you see how I got it wedged
between my thumb and index finger,
how I got my index finger wrapped around it?
That's so's when I let it go,
let it roll off the tips of my fingers,
it puts the stone in a natural spin.
Now let's throw it
and I'll show you how it skips in actuality,
thanks to mastering the physics.
Watch it with them stones, boys!
See, thanks to the principle
of the conservation of momentum,
the stone doesn't lose momentum from the throw
when it collides with the water.
Now all that momentum's gotta go somewhere.
So if you look real close Joe,
you could have seen that when the stone
hit the water in the first skip,
it actually entered the water for a hair.
But thanks to all that momentum I gave it with my throw,
it created a gully or a cavity in the water
that the stone then slings itself out of.
Then it's pitch angle out of the cavity
creates a lifting force which causes the stone
to skip along and repeat the process all over.
Now as the stone continues this over and over,
it slowly loses its momentum and it eventually sinks.
But if you take all them factors
I told you about in consideration,
you get a mighty whole lot of skips
before it sinks for good.
Makes sense?
The give her a try, huh, Joe?
And make sure you try for form.
No Joe, ain't no way to master physics.
You can't outsmart a good honest throw for distance.
All right, now, you can relax some.
You ain't out here scaring crows are you?
What form!
What a distance
What did I do?
What did I say about them stones?
What did I tell you?
Master the physics master the world.
Master! I didn't mean to do that, Tom!
I didn't mean to beliger old Porkchop Maw.
Look, only physics we can control now
is how fast we make tracks!
They're getting closer together
and this is the third load already.
Your pa can't do nothing about this, Becky?
Judge Thatcher's made it pretty clear
he's got more important pots on the stove, Irma.
But these traps are against the law.
He says the populists are coming
and bringing change with them.
He says one of these days soon
judges will be elected like the president
and not appointed. by the governor like they are now.
He says not everybody can see it coming but he can.
Is your pa running for president, Becky?
No, he's just afraid of offending the people
who could have the power to take away his job.
He doesn't wanna underestimate the voice of the populists
'cause it could be at his peril.
See people talk and that talk can get teeth
and he and the district attorney just wanna focus on
that which will make good talk and not bad.
And stopping illegal trappers
ain't big enough to help good talk.
That sounds like fiction to me.
Ain't enough populists about these parts to bring
any kind of change like that, my pa says,
They's only gotta voice up in the Yankee states.
Well that's not what Judge Thatcher believes, Gwen.
Sure sounds like he's running for president.
I suppose politics is politics, but,
for now we're on our own.
Well I suppose not entirely on our own.
Wouldn't that be something?
What are thank you talking about?
Sorry, was I just thinking?
I was just thinking an animal Congress.
A what?
An animal Congress.
Like how we got your pa to enforce the laws,
well most laws, and how we got the sheriff and the bodies
of the government, who work together, so we the populous-
- Populist, Irma. - Can all live without fear
like we had in the Old Testament days.
We know what society is.
But wouldn't that be something?
If all the dogs could smell out all the traps like Dash
and spread word amongst the other critters,
like a real democratic society.
To live in your silly head.
Why waste breath them such ridiculous fancy-
There'd be a lot less for us to do. What's ridiculous?
Folks couldn't always talk. We had savage times.
What's to say that critters won't one day too?
Irma, not only is that impossible
why, it's downright heretical.
Okay, will you two stop that balderdash!
It seems like neither of you know anything to me.
I mean animals may not speak English, or French,
or dead Latin, but they still speak.
Any silly body should know that.
Now how so, Becky Thatcher?
Won't you learn us poor old ignoramuses?
Okay. What do you two think Dash is doing right now?
He found a trap, of course.
Right.
And he's telling us that he found the trap, ain't he?
Why, that's a crook, Becky Thatcher.
Right, that don't count.
Well he's still communicating, ain't he?
And that ain't even the only way.
Look at his nose.
From the other animals that have left their scent there
Dash can tell all kinds of things.
He can tell between the different people
and critters that have been there.
And he can even tell specific things about them,
like whether they was male or female
or what time of day they passed.
He can even tell emotions in those scents.
Like whether any of them was anxious or afraid.
Really?
All that?
Good boy.
Is that it? Sight and smell?
Hardly.
Listen.
What?
Don't you hear them?
Someone talking?
Yeah.
The birds.
Oftentimes the noise that the animals make
mean just as much to them as talking does to us
Even more when it's Irma.
Birds call and sing just to keep in touch with one another
or to warn of danger or to let each other know
when they've found food.
They even use it for courting.
Other animals use it like ways, like monkeys, frogs, bats,
even insects like crickets and grasshoppers.
And of course,
dogs.
You mean some animals can talk
by vibrating their bodies?
Yep. Spiders do with their spiderwebs.
And through touch?
Yep.
Especially when they're learning to be social
like a dog or cat playing
or ants leading one another to food.
And even through electricity?
I didn't even know electricity was real.
Yep.
Eels communicate with one another
and learn more about the world around them
through the electrical charge they got in their bodies.
I don't know, maybe they talk in a manner of saying,
but you're really think an animal like that
can speak to us in a complex enough way
for it to count as talking?
Why, Gwen, look at the professor now.
Having himself a mighty conversation.
Underestimate them at your peril. Dash!
Dash.
Here, Dash!
I said, "Dash!"
Sorry, thought I saw-
Becky!
I'm fine, I'm okay. I just, I can't move.
My leg is pinned.
Hold on, Becky, we're gonna find you help. Hold on.
Dash!
Dash, no! - What's the use?
What?
That dumb mutt just took off after a squirrel.
No.
Becky, I told you, just,
we're gonna find you something to get you out of-
Yeah. We're on it, Becky.
He's chasing that squirrel good, ain't he?
No, I don't think he is. I think he found something.
What?
Well, can you just see what he has to say?
Becky, I told you.
Now we're the ones you should be listening to and
please just try to be-
Um, Gwen!
Wrap this around you, Becky, we'll pull you up.
Hey, hi!
Becky. Are you all right?
Yeah, I'm fine.
I think it's twisted, but I'll be all right.
Maybe done trap busting for the day.
Who found this rope?
And I promised as long as you kept up your studies,
I'd guarantee your education.
And I have.
United States Military Academy at West Point New York, Tom.
A full academic scholarship for the next four years.
I've also arranged for your graduate studies
following your time at West Point
at the University of Missouri where,
as long as you keep up your marks, you'll study law.
Now Tom. Surely of all people you aren't speechless?
I'm sorry sir. I'm just...
Thank you. I won't take this lightly sir.
I have no doubt.
Now another matter is your 18th birthday and your trust.
Come on in, Huckleberry Finn. This affects you, too.
Now, I know you boys have both grown accustomed
to payments from the trust I started
from that treasure you both found all those years ago.
Now that you're both turning 18,
the terms of your trust offer you some options
and I reckon it's only right for you to learn them.
You always have to make a decision for yourself.
Now, you keep everything of the trust as is
and you'll still receive a modest allowance which
won't be enough to live off of,
but will certainly afford you
plenty of additional comfort and security.
Or you can, however, otherwise decide,
to go ahead and take the money out of the trust
in one lump sum, which you could then use to buy a home,
start a business or whatever you'd like,
but then that'd be it.
The trust would be gone.
Now Tom, with your expenses taken care of at West Point,
I'd highly recommend keeping your trust in place.
Perhaps even deferring your weekly payments
while you're in school to increase your investments.
I was about to tell you, Judge,
and that decision is set sure.
All right. So, Huckleberry.
Have you thought about your future?
Now Huck, I know you, both of you,
seen an awful lot of adventure and an awful lot of life.
A body has to admit I'm both admirous and jealous.
But your time as boys is dusking up.
You'll be men soon.
Now Huck, Tom has an impressive itinerary
ahead of him the next few years.
We've just been going over his plan.
I ain't never seen no Tom Sawyer without a plan, sir.
Of course, it's in his nature.
What about yours, Huck?
What's your nature?
How's that?
What d'you want outta life, Hucky?
I'll take the lump sum, Judge.
Now Huck, are you sure, son?
I don't wanna owe nothing to nobody sir.
The widow Douglas, she took me in and kept me
and civilized me up and taught me religion and,
I'm mighty grateful and I reckon I owe her
for all that room and board and kindness.
I reckon I can spare what's left of the treasure
to set her up nice.
Why, Huckleberry Finn.
That's a mighty swell thing to do.
Why, it's a bully of a thing!
But what about you? Have you seen to adequate occupation?
I can hardly spend what you give me as it is, Judge,
and I've got enough saved up to make my own way for a while,
a long while, so, I reckon I already got
the right occupation for me.
Now Huck, you ain't got no occupation.
Tom, the fishes gonna catch they selves?
The watermelons gonna eat they selves?
The air out there gonna breathe itself?
Huckleberry, those ain't occupations.
That's just taking up space.
Sounds like a right noble occupation to me, Judge.
Not that I judge a body with amphibian, mind you.
Ambition. - Like Tom here.
Why, Tom's gonna be president one day
or some far flung sheik with wives a-plenty
like he always says,
and that's good for Tom and all the talkers like him.
And we need them to keep the economy going
and the world populated.
What with all them wives.
But I figured there's competition enough,
and those as happy with their circumstances,
well, we oughtn't and go and changing them
just 'cause we're supposed to.
It don't make sense to me, Judge.
You remember my pap, sir?
I do.
Well, sir, my pap, he was a bad man, sir.
A social parasite.
If he could amount to even half what I am,
fishing and eating polite and minding my own keep,
well, it'd be a miracle.
Maybe this life ain't good enough for a Sawyer,
but, it's more good enough for a Finn.
How's a body argue with that?
- Look, it's Tom Sawyer. - Your train leaves out
Monday, Tom?
That's right. But we still got the weekend plans.
I think Joe and them should already
be out down at Jackson's Isle,
and once we get into more respectable duds
we oughtta do the same.
- Four years in New York, huh? - Hello, Mr. Sawyer.
Well, I'll be back and forth though, Huck,
and then I'll be back in Missouri for law school.
There he is! - But not for good.
How d'you know that?
Because you're Tom.
I guess this is the end of an era, Huck.
Are you really just gonna
cash out next week and then sit around and do nothing
for the rest of your days?
I reckon so, Tom.
Well I don't understand it.
You never have, Tom.
But I can't believe you've give up
on all that adventuring.
You're the adventurer I've just tagged along time to time.
You catch some adventures like fleas.
And you don't?
Huck, what about a few summers back
when you went off with Jim down river
and had all kinds of adventures.
Like those feuding families and the duke and the king
and their Royal Nonesuch Show?
All coming at you like you was a magnet, Huck.
You can't repel that glory forever.
Now that was different, Tom. Them had to be had.
Jim's life was on the line.
And when we trapped that rascal Holden
who ransacked the town or when we saved
Uncle Silas from the hangman,
all them adventures they had to be had, Tom,
'cause the stakes were real.
Ain't no sense in adventuring for nothing.
Hi Tom.
You're attracting all commerce today, ain't ya?
Well, it's just account of that article
on me in the Dispatch.
Oh right. - Hi Tom.
Got 'em comin' out of the woodwork, though, don't it?
That is what you're after.
There are three forts on the isle. One for each team.
Protect your flag. Capture theirs.
Win the game.
Joe.
Captain of the Greens has been recognized.
What are we supposed to do? Climb the tree?
I'd like to see you try.
Captain of the Reds has not been recognized.
Is that so, Tom?
Will the captain of the Greens
please address the neutralizing officiant only?
Yeah. Scurry on up there.
You think I can't?
Captains, please!
I said I wanted to see, is all.
He doesn't think you can do it, Becky.
Irma, you're not even a captain.
Fine.
Whoa!
As the captain of the Reds has demonstrated,
flags can be retrieved with magic magnet wands.
Tom will distribute one
to each of the captains of the teams.
Want me to explain it, Hucky?
Ain't really magic, no, it's just-
A magnet. I learned this one, Tom.
See there's this naturally occurring thing called magnetism
and it's something you can't see but you know it's there.
And it comes about because some materials
have unique properties that create
what a feller calls magnetic fields.
Magnets, they're made up by folks
to use magnetism to their advantage.
And these made magnets have their very own magnetic fields
which folks can make by giving them different,
what they call poles, north and south.
These poles, repel poles that are alike
and attract ones that ain't.
They can also act on a distance with other materials
like metal, iron, steel, brass, copper.
They're all attracted to magnetic fields,
and magnets are weak and strong and in between, like,
like most things I reckon.
And a magnet with a strong enough magnetic field,
why, it'd rip a metal flag right off the tree.
Yeah. Wow.
I think that earns you wand duties today, Hucky.
Really, Tom? I thought the captain-
All right.
Greens.
Blues.
You have 10 minutes to set your forts before we start.
All right, real strategists like us
oughta scout their defenses fore we move towards a capture.
So Ben, Wimp, you're with me.
Huck? - Yeah, Tom?
All right, stay back and outta sight, all right?
Want me to just do nothing?
I thought that's what you like to do.
There!
Damn, we're spotted.
We better tag them before they make it back to their fort!
Tom, you want me to...
Tom?
Tom!
Ben?
Wimp?
Must be the competition.
Gotcha you!
Bilgewater!
I say, do my poor old, tired, Royal eyes deceive me,
my dear Duke?
Or is this our old mate, Huckleberry Finn?
Oh no!
"Thy place in council thou hast rudely lost,
and the hope and 'spectation of thy time is ruin't,
and e'ry man prophetically do forethink thy fall".
The words of King Henry IV to his prodigal son, Hal.
That's supposed to be me, Majesty?
Why Huck, weren't we once your
most noblest and selfless keepers?
Why didn't me and the king care for your every
ingrateful need and want despite our royal blood
and years of gutter trash?
And yet, ye fled our charge the moment
our backs were turned and we were indisposed.
Yeah, when you were tarred and feathered.
Hey! You watch you filthy mouth.
I'll never give up Jim.
Old Jim?
Why, we've been on his trail for years
with phony papers claiming he's our runaway.
Oh, but Huck,
runaways is small business.
We're after something big.
If ya ain't taking me to get to Jim, then,
why'd you take me?
We have him!
Holden!
In the chair.
Tie him nice and tight, Duke.
Prisoner!
Quick thinking, Becky.
All right, Sid has captured Gwen,
Wimp captured Irma, and Becky's captured Tom.
Now, time out while the prisoners are escorted
to the fort prisons,
and wait for my call to return in play.
Maybe prison will keep you from leaving on Monday?
Becky, your pa made all the arrangements.
I know.
Good thing Huck still has the wand.
I thought the Sheriff sent you down river?
He did 'cause of you.
Fortune found me, though, on the farm.
I was chained up with these rum-barreled scags.
By the by, we gets to talking.
Seems we had a common history in you.
Made an escape and came to the isle where I saw you last,
I knowed I'd run into you sooner rather than later.
Your chicken's come home to roost, Huck.
You're gonna help us.
With what?
Getting rich.
I knowed this is your best friend, right off.
We was tickled to find out about his treasure though.
As much hassle he caused me,
taking that off his hands is the least he could do.
And ain't no smarter way to get at it than through you.
Tom's smart. He ain't falling for nothing.
I knowed he's smart, he's done bested me.
You ain't nothing but gutter trash, boy.
Just like your pap.
Gutter trash that town would care no hide nor hair
if you go a-missing.
Except for your one and only friend.
Who'll do whatever we want to save ya.
Come, boys.
Roundup Sawyer.
Let's get him cooperating.
I got a treasure, too!
Me and Tom, we found it in a cave years ago.
The judge has been keeping it for us in trust.
I'm due to get mine out. Lump sum next week.
If, (sighs) if you'll just leave Tom alone.
Jim too.
I'll...
It's yours.
We'll be more than happy to take
that treasure off you Huck Finn, right after we take Tom's.
Yeah, we won!
♪ See the conquering hero ♪
And the winner is Sid Sawyer and the Blues.
♪ See the conquering hero come ♪
Sorry Tom, but it weren't on us.
Yeah, Huck just wandered off.
And he took the magnet wand with him.
What?
You ain't seen Huck?
Ain't no relying on him, Tom.
Probably got it in him to go skip stones, or go off fishing,
or raft out down river.
I don't know about Huck, leaving Us high and dry.
I'd wager he's upset about your leaving, Tom.
I know a bunch of us are.
He'll be fine.
He'll cheer up and he'll find you by morning, I'm sure.
It's his nature. But it's best to just leave him be.
For now.
Stars are out. I say we've waited plenty.
Aye.
Now grab Sawyer and bring him here.
Show him we got Huck and we mean business.
Give him two days to make the arrangements
and then we start sending body parts.
All right, we'll take the pistol and lead out.
Is that really a two man operation, I wonder?
What are you saying, Huck?
None of my business to tell y'all professionals.
Seconded.
Now, now go on.
Well, Majesty, seems to me
if you're just frightening old Tom,
he'd come easy to see about me if I was in trouble.
You ain't need both royals out on the job,
so why would Holden wanna send both you out?
Unless...
Oh! - Enough!
He's just trying to turn us on each other.
Hold on now. Huck, you go on and finish.
Well now, you had to capture me.
I could have been dangerous,
or could have runned or fought back.
So you sent two of 'em, which I reckon is sensible.
But, now that you got me,
why would you wanna send two people just to scare someone?
It makes a body wonder, I reckon.
Makes a body wonder about intentions, why,
while y'all are off scaring Tom,
what's stopping Holden from taking me somewhere else?
Scaring Tom on his own and, and,
and taking both our treasure for hisself.
Now shut it!
He's trying to turn us on each other.
Naughty boy, Huck Finn.
Keep it up and you'll be early to your own funeral.
I done had two. By now I'd be late.
Since y'all ain't seen St. Pete yet,
let's go over the back way to Sawyer's again.
Of course, this gives the royals
a mighty opportunity as well.
Now Huck, what did we say?
What now?
Never mind.
Y'all are just gonna think
I'm turning you all against one another.
You two and go get that boy without me,
you might keep him for yourselves, cut me out?
But Holden, you still have Huck.
You'd have half the treasure!
Except there's two of you and only one of me.
You might get the drop on me.
And don't forget they still got those phony papers
that say they own Jim.
You do.
Now Jim is our play, Holden.
Yeah, we've been after him for years.
I thought we were still partners?
Yes we are, but-
Gimme them papers!
You've got those papers.
We ain't going nowhere tonight.
Can one of you trust the other one to go alone?
Huh. I reckon we ought to get caught comfortable.
Huck. Why didn't you come home last night?
I took him and, smack!
And I broke every bone in his body.
Now this rig was based on ancient York catapults,
but I modernized the release.
You really built such a contraption?
Yep, I told you. Traps and devices are my specialty.
How do you crank this thing up?
Okay, now, see here, Holden, if you can rig such a thing,
why don't you just booby trap the boy?
Aye, that'll keep you from trying to flee
while all three of us are gone.
That's a thought now.
Could all get Sawyer and get him out here.
That boy wouldn't never mind saying no to us.
Pistol!
Now we're gonna talk about a new plan.
It barely ain't got one round in it.
We rush him, he can't get a one of us.
Only one of us?
Dang. He ain't got the guts.
It ain't in him. - No, no!
Oh!
You're just putting off the inevitable, Huck!
Ain't nobody coming for ya!
Tom!
Look boys, he's come by parcel.
Tom, the pistol's empty. Run for it!
I don't need no pistol.
I reckon you should ya shoulda brought an army!
Gosh. Wish I'd have thought of that.
Hands up! - Oh, shucks.
I reckon I did! - Come on out.
Hands up. Got marksmen on all sides.
Got you dead to rights.
Make a move towards the boy or the barn and we'll shoot.
That them, Jim?
Yeah, that's them. That's them.
We come running for you, Huck.
♪ See the conquering hero comes ♪
♪ Sound the trumpets, bang the drums ♪
♪ See the conquering hero comes ♪
♪ Sound the trumpets, bang the drums ♪
Bully for Tom Sawyer.
Vanquisher of vandals!
And conqueror of conspiracies!
Town's gonna miss you, Tom.
Just the town?
Now Tom Sawyer, are you asking me to wait for you?
I am.
Well that's a double binding contract, Tom.
I'll be constant, Becky.
But four years is a long time.
But I'd like to see us try.
Sheriff's just made the arrangements boys.
Those vandals y'all nabbed will be heading
back down the river this weekend.
We even snatched their phony papers.
My word, we'll do our best to add
20 years to their sentences.
Yeah, you said it, Judge.
What a send off, Tom.
Well, I'm glad to hear justice will have it's day, Judge.
Did you hear how Tom outfoxed those varmints?
I heard he took on all three himself.
Disarmed them then and there.
It was mighty fisticuffs, I heard.
But big brother was ready for the challenge.
Saved the town the expense of a third funeral
for poor Huck Finn.
Really? That how it was, Tom?
Well now, Judge-
Bully it was, Judge.
Tom came in fists a-blazing.
Took out all three of them himself.
I was just trapped and helpless, but,
Tom was a white knight hero coming home.
That weren't the way it was, Huck!
Sure it was, Tom.
Now Huck, you can't hide from all the glory forever.
Why, in the history books side-by-side,
it will always be Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn.
Sure it will be, Tom.
Now Tom, I tried to find you this morning.
I want you to meet this here fellow.
Pleasure.
This newspaper man outta San Francisco
saw your write up in the St. Louis Dispatch.
Name's... Clemens.
I'd like to talk to you, Tom,
about publishing your life story.
My life story?
Well, I bet "The Adventures of Tom Sawyer"
could be a bestseller.
Wow.
Look like maybe you outgrown
sleeping in barrels, Huck Finn.
You know me, sir?
Aye, Clemens. I'm a newspaper man.
Came in town to talk to Tom Sawyer.
Oh.
Heard a lot of tales since I've been here.
Tales from Judge Thatcher, from Aunt Polly,
Tom's Aunt Polly.
Seems like every adventure Tom Sawyer has ever been on,
right there by his side's been Huckleberry Finn.
Then,
then I talked to Jim Watson.
You talked to Jim?
Seems like you've had quite a few adventures yourself.
You'll do right, writing about Tom. I ain't no adventurer.
I just wanna keep out of trouble.
Well Tom, Tom's one's meant to be written about.
He's a big talker.
And big talkers, they can't write their own stories.
They haven't the patience, nor the inclination.
And big talkers, they're the ones people wanna read about.
And big talkers, they sell a lot of books.
Sometimes they tell the truth,
most of the time they stretch it a little.
And they shape policy and culture
because what they're selling is simple and easy.
Even the most self-righteous folks don't realize
they're getting fooled.
But small talkers,
Well, world don't want them, but the world needs them.
They give the world perspective, honesty.
Both sides a little right and both sides a little wrong.
Nuance, the shades of gray that make up this world.
They keep the tyrants out of power and out of favor
in the public opinion, whose nature, both,
is otherwise inclined.
Now maybe Tom Sawyer's story needs to be told,
and maybe I'm the one to tell it.
But "The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn?"
Well, that's a story only you can tell.
I ain't never told no stories.
No?
Hmm.
That's interesting.
How'd you know?
I didn't write by my real name.
Even mailed it without an address for a return.
The more I learned about you the more clear it become.
You're a good friend, Huck.
And you got a promise of words too.
Maybe be too good. That got me in a lot of trouble.
That also brought me here.
Now the whole world's gonna know about
Tom Sawyer, your best friend.
You ever think about getting serious
and writing your own stories up, you let me know.
Mark Twain?
I don't write by my real name, neither.
Huck, you coming down for breakfast this morning?
After a while, Ms. Douglas.
I thought I might work a piece
and build up some appetite.
Well, Polly told me that Tom made it to school.
That he's doing well. He's making friends.
That's Tom's nature.
Well, as many letters as he sent you,
I really reckoned he weren't.
That's Tom's nature too.
You know, Huck, I just want you to know how proud I am
that you changed your mind on that trust.
You keeping me company here, that is payment enough.
And, you know, it does a body good
to see you with such ambition!
Bully for you, Huck.
Well, I reckon now you know about me, and Tom,
and Jim, Becky, and Sid, and Joe,
and Mr. Mark Twain and all the rest.
And maybe now you're satisfied after all these adventures.
I know Tom Sawyer ain't,
but I reckon Tom Sawyer never will be.
So I guess I ain't neither.
'Cause no matter where Tom Sawyer goes,
no matter where I go, it's just like Tom said,
in the history books, in life,
side-by-side, it'll always be
Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn.