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   >       XXI   
      
    CROW: X, XI, XXII ...   
      
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   >       A NEW SUIT   
      
    JOEL: And two pairs of pants!   
     TOM: For the weasel-taur.   
      
   >   
   >       Throughout Pleasant Valley the very name of Grumpy   
   > Weasel was a bugaboo.   
      
    JOEL: o/` A bugaboo, a bugaboo, they're in the air and everywhere! o/`   
      
                           Those of his size, and many a good deal   
   			> bigger than he, learned early to avoid him.   
      
    CROW: Those much smaller than him, we don't talk about.   
      
   >   
   >       One of the first things Sandy Chipmunk's mother did   
   > was to teach him to beware of Grumpy.   
      
     TOM: Remember to look both ways before crossing the weasel.   
      
   >                                       And twice during his   
   > first summer Sandy caught a glimpse of Grumpy as he flashed   
   > past like a brown streak,   
      
    CROW: [ Gasping ] Rikki-Tikki-Tavi!   
      
   >                           with a gleam of white showing   
   > underneath.   
      
     TOM: Weasel now with a white stripe for fresher breath.   
      
   >   
   >       It was lucky for Sandy that on both occasions Grumpy   
   > was intent on chasing somebody or other.   
      
    CROW: [ As Sandy ] 'Wait a minute!  I know somebody!  ... Or other!'   
      
   >                                          And each time that   
   > Sandy told his mother what he had seen, Mrs. Chipmunk said   
   > that she hoped it would never happen again.   
      
     TOM: Just hurry on home to his singing career instead.   
      
   >   
   >       "I'm glad that you know what he looks like, anyhow,"   
   > she added.   
      
    JOEL: Remember this fur.   
    CROW: It's brown.  Every fur in this *forest* is brown.   
      
   >   
   >       "Oh, I'll know him if I see him!" Sandy cried.   
      
    CROW: Meanwhile Sandy remains a background character in Grumpy's life story.   
     TOM: No, Sandy's front and center here.  It's *Grumpy* who's background.   
      
   >   
   >       "Don't stop for a second look!" his mother warned   
   > him.   
      
     TOM: What about three glimpses and a sidelong glare?   
      
   >   
   >       "I won't!" he promised. "I won't even stop to say,   
   > 'How do you do!'"   
      
    CROW: Hey now, at this point you sound like *you're* being the rude one.   
      
   >   
   >       "I should hope not!" Mrs. Chipmunk said severely.   
      
    JOEL: Sandy trying to find any way out of this conversation.   
      
   >   
   >       So Sandy Chipmunk went through his first summer on   
   > the watch for a long, slender, brownish shape.   
      
     TOM: 'I see him!'   
    CROW: That's a rabbit.   
     TOM: 'Oh.  Well, I see him there!'   
    CROW: That's a muskrat.   
     TOM: 'Oh.  Wait, there he is now!'   
    CROW: That's a squirrel ... look, you know what isn't a long, slender,   
   brownish shape in the forest?  Skunks, raccoons, bears, and opossums.    
   Everything else?   
     TOM: 'How about --- '   
    CROW: *Deer*.   
     TOM: 'Love!'   
      
   >                                                But he never   
   > saw Grumpy Weasel again.   
      
    JOEL: So, uh, end of the chapter then, g'night everyone!   
      
   >                          And winter found the Chipmunk family   
   > all unharmed,   
      
     TOM: 'Course there was the time the tree exploded but that's not technically   
   the *family* per se.   
      
   >               and very comfortable in their cozy house below   
   > frost line.   
      
    CROW: Hey!  No hitting below the frost line.   
      
   >   
   >       On mild days Sandy liked to visit the world above and   
      
     TOM: ... the mouse below.   
      
   > find a rock bare of snow, where he could enjoy the sunshine.   
      
    JOEL: And ask who's been stealing all the snow.   
      
   >   
   >       It was on one of those outings that he caught sight   
   > of a stranger headed for the stone wall near-by.   
      
     TOM: Suddenly a Western breaks out.   
    CROW: [ Gasping ] Gary Cooper!   
      
   >                                                  At first   
   > Sandy missed seeing him, against the snow.   
      
     TOM: [ Being nerdy ] Uh, did we not just hear the rock was *bare* of snow?    
   Continuity goofs, people.   
      
   >                                            But when he   
   > reached the wind-swept wall Sandy couldn't help noticing him.   
      
    JOEL: Well hel-*lo* there.   
      
   > He was a slim gentleman and---except for his black-tipped   
   > tail---was dressed all in white.   
      
    CROW: Mark Trail?!   
      
   >   
      
     TOM: ... Wait, what?   
    CROW: In the white suit.   
     TOM: You mean Mark *Twain*.   
    CROW: Yeah, that's what I said --- wait ---   
      
   [ CROW groans, embarrassed, and falls over sideways ]   
      
   >       After spending the winter underground   
      
    JOEL: Taking direct action against the imperialist war machine.   
      
   >                                             Sandy Chipmunk   
   > was glad to talk with the first person he saw.   
      
     TOM: The whole forest trying to hide outside Sandy's line of sight.   
      
   >                                                So he called   
   > to the stranger that it was a fine day, wasn't it?   
      
    CROW: [ As the stranger ] 'The countersign!  Oh what's the countersign, uh,   
   'It's a good day for fishing if they're not afraid of the sun'?'   
      
   >   
   >       The other wheeled about so quickly that Sandy   
   > couldn't help laughing.   
      
     TOM: [ Deadpan, without melody ] Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel   
   within a wheel.   
      
   >   
   >       "Don't be nervous!" Sandy cried. "I won't hurt you!"   
      
    JOEL: Despite my chipmunk powers of recording a song about you!   
      
   >   
   >       But the stranger didn't answer.   
      
     TOM: Never give a songwriter something to sing about you.   
      
   >                                       Once he opened his   
   > mouth. And Sandy Chipmunk had a queer feeling then that he   
   > had met the fellow before.   
      
    CROW: Sandy can't remember names but he *never* forgets a face-sucker.   
      
   >                            That mouth had plenty of white,   
   > needle-like teeth. It had a cruel look, too.   
      
    JOEL: He's meeting the month of April!   
      
   >   
   >       Then the stranger jumped straight toward Sandy   
   > Chipmunk.   
      
     TOM: Oh no!  He's a hugger!   
      
   >           And in that instant Sandy knew who he was.   
      
    CROW: Great, but can you have your epiphanies when your life's not in danger?   
    JOEL: [ As Sandy ] 'No!  I realize I have to move to Hoboken and start a ska   
   band!'   
      
   >                                                      No one   
   > could leap like that except Grumpy Weasel!   
      
    CROW: [ As Joe Friday ] M.O. checks out.  This is a Grumpy Weasel operation.   
      
   >   
   >       Sandy turned and ran madly for shelter.   
      
    JOEL: [ As Sandy ] 'I should have gadded about the house all day!'   
      
   >                                               Luckily he   
   > had the advantage of Grumpy in one way.   
      
     TOM: Is it the power of friendship?  I bet it's the power of friendship.   
      
   >                                          He had a bare ledge   
   > to run on,   
      
    CROW: A bear's ledge?  How is *that* any better?   
      
   >            while Grumpy Weasel had to flounder for some   
   > distance through a snow-choked hollow.   
      
    JOEL: [ Humming 'A Hard Day's Night' ]   
      
   >   
   >       So Sandy escaped.   
      
     TOM: What a clean old weasel.   
      
   >                         And it was lucky that Grumpy didn't   
   > find the door to the Chipmunk family's burrow.   
      
    CROW: Oh, you know Grumpy, he doesn't catch anyone, he just gives them a   
   little surprise workout is all.   
      
   >                                                If he had he   
      
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