H.R. Bishop

Oh, dear. The movers will be here any minute, and I haven't finished packing. How are we gonna get our truck in there, pal? Just leaves it to me, chub. Okay, back 'er in. Gosh, I'll never get through packing. Oh, the movers. Wow! Come right in, boys. It's a pleasure to move a beautiful doll like you, babe. But I haven't finished packing yet. That's alright, miss-ckt. I'll pack for ya. Oh, thank you. There ya are. Dishes all packed. Oh, you're a fast one. Oh yeah? Watch me pack. Oh, you're wonderful. Why, that little show-off. Get a load of this, babe. What a man. Why, that dirty, double-crosser. Ha ha ha, I sure got rid of that runt. Bravo, bravo, you're super, man. Okay wise guy. Catch that. And that. And that. Oh, you're terrific. Ha ha ha ha. The job I did finish Cause I ates me spinach I'm Popeye the moving man A Paramount Picture Paramount presents Popeye the Sailor in Technicolor A Famous Studios Production Direction: I. Sparber Animation: Al Eugster, Wm. B. Pattengill Story: Larz Bourne Scenics: Robert Own Music: Winston Sharples A Haul in One Copyright MCMLVI by Paramount Pictures Corporation All Rights Reserved Popeye & Bluto Movers Spinach

Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there Which seek thro' the world, is ne'er met elsewhere Home! Home! Sweet, sweet home! There's no place like home There's no place like home! An exile from home splendor dazzles in vain Oh give me my lowly thatched cottage again The birds singing gaily that came at my call And gave me the peace of mind dearer than all Home, home, sweet, sweet home There's no place like home, there's no place like home!