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Show Copyright: UK: by Byron Williams. Staying Up. Stubbl and Vfctkr and Hilly and MB stayed up awl Nit for the clrkus, by gee! staid In our aUra, gist a Bold Pirate Krsw-QmcIous, Krsw-QmcIous, It's Dark In the Loft after 2. Ocrge coulda't" cum cause his Mother she Bed plate for a Boy wua at Hoam la his bed. dors krled a lot but she gist maid him stay gi'pss She wus never a Boy anyway I 8 1 lib cod 2 Gorge, "Never mind, now us boys we will awaken yew at thee first Nolo. Tew t.'o a Una - ewr toe! Throw thee tawl out of thee window and then yew kin kttwl. rite when we heer thee first Toot of thee Show, ., w will gist yank It frum sumwheres below be-low I yew kin git up and yew wont Miss a thing' Oorge went 2 bed and we fastened thee String! then we Krawled In2 thee Hay and laid down tailing sum Stories of Fame and Renown. Btubble he toald of a Feller out West-Fat West-Fat knowed a GOBLIN won that wus thee Best! Then BUI he started on dosts, awl In Whlte-Kracky Whlte-Kracky It malks yew feci funny at Nttet Onct a old SQUr.RQIiE killed awl of his wives, cut cm awl up with sum sharp Karvlng nlvcst then when ho went 2 his Castel 2 sleep, Ml, how they used 2 krawl round him and K-lt-K-K-rt Stub knocd a talo ot a Monster "who prowled awl threw theo Nlto. Ho gist spit and ho O-n-O-W-L-E-D! had his hed fast 2 his chest and his Noze used 2 spurt Fire like a skyrocket goes! sumtlmcs ho cutns In thee Nlte with his noise, spooking around gist a Hunting for Boys! Gist about then cum sum tcrlbul krlcs awl of us Fellers set up In Surprise. "Hovcns!" scs Btub gumplng up 2 his feet: "SQUEEGEES!" yeld Fat glttlng Whlto as a shete. thon we heerd Gorge gist a bawling like Tlmo mayB yew think that us Kids didn't kllmel rite up theo rode went a Gost with a snort Stubblo sed, "that Is theo last of Oorge Bort!" then we skipped hoam and gist krawled- In. Bed "must a bin almost eleven," pa sed. Gorge ho kant play with us Fellers no more, "goodness," sex Ma, "but his poor too Is sore, what do yew mean by yewr tying a Line ontew thee too ot a boy for a -IneT" we didn't know when wo hcerCt Oorglo sing, Rosy, our cow, wus mlxul up In thoo Thing!-Stubble, Thing!-Stubble, nor Fattlc, nor Billy nor MK wo alnt afrad ot them SQUEEUUCS, by gee I |