Tramp: We'd better go through this place from A to Z. Apes. No, no, no, no. No use even asking them. [one of the apes in their cage scratches his head at the two dogs, while the other two both look at the audience] Tramp: They wouldn't understand. Lady: They wouldn't? Tramp: Uh-uh. Too closely related to humans. Uh-oh! Alligators. Now, there's an idea! [to the alligator about the muzzle] Say, Al? Do you suppose you could nip this contraption off for us? Al the Alligator: Glad to oblige. [Opens his mouth wide to the point where Lady's entire head can fit in it] Tramp: Whoa, WHOA!!!! [The alligator nearly, and accidentally, bites Lady's head off, but the Tramp saves her at the last second and a hyena laughs hysterically in his cage at both Lady and Tramp] Huh! If anybody ever needed a muzzle, it's him. Beaver: [off-screen] TIMBER!!!! Tramp: Hey, Pigeon! Look out! [a tree falls over close to the two dogs] Now, what hair-brained idiot would--? [notices a beaver gnawing on the tree] Hey, look! A beaver! Here's the answer to our problem! Beaver: [inspects the tree] Let me see here... 6 foot 6 and 7/16 inches. Tramp: Uh... Pardon me, friend! I wonder if you'd do us a little... Beaver: Busy, sonny! Busy! Can't stop to gossip now. [tries to push the tree] Gotta slide this sycamore to...the swamp. Tramp: Yeah, well, this will only take a second of your time. Beaver: Only a second?! L-Listen! Listen, sonny! Do you realize every second 70 centimeters of water is wasted over that spill-way?! [points to his unfinished dam] Tramp: Yeah, but... Beaver: Gotta get this log moving, sonny! Gotta get it moving! T'ain't the cuttin' takes some time! It's the doggone haulin'! Tramp: [notices the leash to Lady's muzzle and the limb on the tree] The haulin'! Exactly! Now, what you need is-- Beaver: I'd better bisect this section here. [begins gnawing on the log] Tramp: What you need is a log puller! [the beaver gnaws loudly] [screaming] I SAID A LOG PULLER!!! Beaver: I ain't "deaf", sonny. There's no need to... Did you say, "log puller"?! Tramp: And by a lucky coincidence, you see before you, modeled by the lovely little lady, the new, improved, patented, handy-dandy, never-failed, little-giant log puller! The Busy Beaver's Friend! Beaver: You don't say! Tramp: Guaranteed not to wear, tear, rip, or ravel! Turn around, sister, and show the customer the merchandise. And it cuts log-hauling time 66%! Beaver: 66%, eh?! [chuckles] Think of that! Well, how does it work? Tramp: Why, it's no work at all. You neatly slip this ring into the limb like this... [slips the leash of Lady's muzzle into the limb of the log] and haul it off! Beaver: Say, you mind if I slip it on for size? Tramp: Help yourself, friend! Help yourself! Beaver: Okay, don't mind if I do! [pulls on the rope to Lady's muzzle] How do you get the "consarned" thing off, sonny? Tramp: Glad you brought that up, friend. Glad you brought that up. To remove it, simply place the strap between your teeth. Beaver: Like this? [puts the strap of Lady's muzzle between his teeth] Tramp: Correct, friend! Now bite hard! [the beaver bites the strap of the muzzle, removing it from Lady] You see? Lady: It's off! Beaver: Say, that is simple! Tramp: Well, friend, we'll be on our way now, so... Beaver: Uh-uh-uh-uh! Not so fast now, sonny! [puts on the muzzle] I'll have to make certain it's satisfactory before we settle on a price. Tramp: Oh, no! It's all yours, friend! You can keep it! Beaver: Uh, I can, huh? I can?! Lady: Uh-huh. It's a free sample. [Tramp is astonished by this remark] Beaver: Well, thanks a lot! Thanks ever so... [the log rolls down the hill, causing the beaver to tumble with it; when the log hits the river, it blocks it completely, completing the dam] Say! It works swell! [water squirts out of the beaver's mouth]

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