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Enter Dusty, sweeping. dusty: Fallcleaningtime, fallcleaningtime! yank: What happened to springcleaningtime? dusty: Oh, that's all done. Never an idle moment. By next year I should be a year ahead. (Yank starts out with the box.) Hey, where are you going? yank: To hibernate. dusty: Without your alarm clock? Without your peanut butter? yank: I have both in this box. The alarm clock belongs to Mr. Fox, but it'll do. dusty: But where's your alarm clock? yank: (Pointing to sealed stump.) Down in the stump with Mr. Fox. dusty: But what's he doing down there? yank: He's hibernating too, I expect. Well, toodle-oo, happy fall cleaning. (He wanders off, humming cheerily.) |
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