The Baby Snooks Show - Gone Fishing

And now, ladies and gentlemen, here is Fanny Bryce as Baby Snooks.

Well, that he played by Henry Favard is all set for a swell outing.

He has an appointment to go fishing with some friends.

And as our scene opens at his four thirty in the morning and he's about to leave the house.

Listen.

Well, I guess I have everything.

Tackle box, rods, net, thermos.

Uh-oh.

I mustn't forget my waiting boots.

Well, now I've got to sneak past the kids' room.

Okay.

Uh, what's the use of saying praise?

Ready to go, daddy.

I'm going fishing. You want to make something out of it?

Uh-huh.

I'll look out. I've got to hurry.

Why?

Have Snooks.

I'm not going to stand here and argue with you.

It's four thirty in the morning and everybody in his right mind is sleeping.

Funny, isn't it?

I suppose you think I'm crazy because I get up so early to go fishing, don't you?

No, daddy.

Oh. Well, I'm glad to hear say that.

Your mother doesn't seem to understand my little hobbies.

What hobbies?

Oh, hobby is something that a man takes up outside of his regular work.

Something that relaxes him.

Some people collect stamps. Others do woodwork.

Does Uncle make a hobby?

Yes, Uncle Louis etches.

Huh?

I said, your Uncle Louis spends his spare time etching.

Well, he scratches himself.

Well, I'll explain it to you some other time.

Now, let me go and I'll bring you back a fishy.

How do you know you will?

How do I know?

Uh-huh.

I'm just about the best fisherman in the world, that's all.

Remember last time I went?

I brought home a set full.

My mommy wouldn't let you bring them in the house.

I don't remind me of it.

I'm such a beautiful fish, too.

Oh, I had three barracuda and one smelt.

They all smell.

It is not.

You're getting more like your mother every day.

What's in that little pan, Daddy?

Worms.

I want to see.

Well, I haven't got time.

Oh, please, no, it'll be soon too late to go fishing.

I always fish he's born, Daddy.

Well, the fish lay eggs.

Like a chicken?

No.

A chicken only lays one egg at a time, but a fish lays hundreds of eggs.

Why?

Well, I don't know.

Let me get out of here.

Don't fish back when they lay eggs.

No.

Only a hen cackles.

The hen lays the egg, then she sits on it.

Did anybody sit on me?

No.

But it would have been a good idea.

Oh, so I believe for my fishing appointment,

have you keep asking me questions?

How are you going to catch the fish, Dad?

With a hook.

You tie a hook on your line and let it go to the bottom.

Why does it go to the bottom?

Because I take along a big sinker.

Is Uncle Louis going?

No, Uncle Louis is not going.

You said he was.

I didn't say anything about Uncle Louis.

I said I'd take along a big sinker.

Uh-huh.

I thought you'd say.

And I never mind that.

I did.

That's no way to talk about your Uncle Louis.

You always say it, Daddy.

Well, I know him better than you do.

Besides, I have no time to discuss it with you now.

Goodbye.

Daddy.

Oh, now what is he?

How are you going to catch the fish?

I told you with a hook.

You tie a hook to your line, then you bait the hook,

and drop it in the water.

And pretty soon you'll feel a bite.

Then you know what you do?

Uh-huh.

What?

Uh-huh.

Well, you set your hook like this.

Then you start a really many.

Careful.

Keep his head up.

See him?

Uh-huh.

Look at him, Wiz.

I don't give him any slack.

Real and fast.

Bring him right to the surface.

Ha-ha, there he is.

Look at that fish.

What a beauty.

If you're all right, Daddy.

I feel fine, and he's getting laid.

I got to go.

I want to go with you.

Now, don't you start that.

And I won't stand for any more nonsense.

You don't want to tag me out.

You, you'll watch.

I'll eat up all your whims.

So, now put that hand down.

Oh, what am I going to do with you?

Don't check me with you, Daddy.

No.

This is one time you're not going to bully me

until getting in.

I'll go ahead and eat the worms if I can.

And tell me your story, and I'll let you go.

All right, but a quick one.

Did you ever hear the story about the 12 apples

and only 10 were good?

No.

Too bad, goodbye.

Goodbye.

Oh, no, no.

It was too short.

Tell me your story about some fish.

Oh, no.

Well, look, I know a joke about fishing.

You want to hear it?

Uh-huh.

And will you promise to let me go if I tell you?

Mm-hmm.

OK, but no interruptions.

No ones to Irishman named Pat and Mike.

One day, they rented a boat and went out fishing.

Who landed a boat?

Pat and Mike.

Well, they found a good spot in the middle of the lake.

And they caught a lot of fish.

And Mike wanted to remember where they caught them.

So he said to Pat, be jabous, Pat.

He's thinking I am that we'd better be coming back here tomorrow.

Well, what are you laughing at?

That's a funny joke, Daddy.

Tell me another way.

I haven't finished this one yet.

Well, anyway, Mike wanted to remember where he caught the fish.

So they could come back the next day.

And what do you think the darn fool did?

Uh-huh.

He made a mark on the side of the boat.

Ha-ha-ha!

The darn fool!

You've got a serious thing, haven't heard it?

Yes, you have.

How did he know he'd get the same boat?

Now you'll get the joke, alright.

I can see that.

And I spot Daddy.

Oh, sure.

I'll give you a medal when I come home.

So on.

Daddy!

Oh, what is it?

I want to pair rubber boots like yours.

No, you can't have rubber boots.

Why?

Now, think of a reason later.

Goodbye.

No!

Oh, please!

I'm buying some rubber boots.

Now, you listen.

I'll tell you a very sad story about a little girl who wanted rubber boots.

And she cried till she got them.

Would they fit me?

Yes.

And one day they came a great big rain.

The silly little girl put on the rubber boots

and went waiting in the deepest puddle she could find.

So her feet got all wet.

And that night she contracted a bad cold.

Well, the cold got worse.

And in two days, she had pneumonia.

So her father called in the biggest doctors.

But none of them could save his child.

The crisis came.

And just at the stroke of midnight, the poor little girl died.

Her broken heart had far bettered her little grave.

Right on the top of a green hill.

And every year, he puts a flower on it.

Now, does not make you stop and think.

Mm-hmm.

And what are you thinking about?

What do they do with the boots, Daddy?

Ah!

Goodbye!

Goodbye!