Now, why in tarnation would
someone send me something
from Ogallala, Nebraska, C.O.D.?
I don't know anybody
in Ogallala, Nebraska.
Or in Indianola,
either. Come on.
Jeepers, Bub, maybe
it's worth a lot of money.
Well, it better be.
It cost me $20.60.
Watch it, squirt,
you're gonna get it.
Get that side of
it opened, Robbie.
There.
Let's see what it is.
It's a saddle! A saddle?
For crying out loud.
Now, why in the heck
would anybody in Ogallala
want to send me a saddle?
Can I have it, Bub?
Are you kidding?
What good's a saddle
without a horse?
Hey, get back from there!
Pony's a wild animal, you know.
He don't know right from wrong.
How's he gonna
tell the difference
between that cupcake
and your fingers?
Hey, Lightning!
Act at least like
you was breathing.
Honey, I've plumb gone
and forgotten your name.
I never told you.
It's Dorine Peters right now.
Well, there's sure nothing
wrong in that name.
When I get married
it will be Douglas,
because my
boyfriend's name is Chip.
Got yourself a beau, eh?
Doggone it, Lightning,
perk up, perk up!
Nobody's gonna ride a
pony that looks half dead.
What's your name?
Oh, just call me George.
Thank you.
But where do you live?
Well, now, I live where I am.
Right now I'm here.
And I ain't gonna be here
long, unless some people
feel like riding these
doggone ponies pretty soon.
I like to ride ponies,
except I spent all my money.
Well, now that's a shame, honey.
That's a downright shame.
Nothing would please
old George any better
than to seeing you
galloping around
on old Lightning here.
But the doggone truth is,
me and these three
ponies gotta eat somehow.
I only see two ponies.
That's because I've
got to keep the third one
locked up back there.
Now you talk about wild animals,
that old Cyclone
is just plain mean.
Doggone near kicked
the sides out of his stall.
Cut out that doggone fuss!
Fire-eati" hay-burner.
Too blasted devilish to
ever get a saddle on him.
My goodness, he
certainly looks lonesome.
Come on, Tramp, be a sport.
I Got it! It's for me!
Hey, Mike, careful of my saddle.
Are you kidding?
Cut out the roughhousing, Mike.
You and Chip go
upstairs or out in the yard
if you want to play. "Play"?
I darn near broke my
neck on that darned saddle.
Well, why don't you
watch where you're going?
Hello? Now, Chip, you
take this flea-bitten saddle
out in the backyard,
and don't bring it back.
Oh, lover boy, your
sweetheart's on the phone.
And she wants to
know if you're still
planning on meeting her at that
pony ride place this afternoon.
Yeah, and she's
not my sweetheart.
All right, Dorine.
For three days I've
been stumbling over that
humpty-dumpty
saddle. Darned thing.
I think I might have
broken something.
No, you just bent
the horn a little more.
Put that thing under the
table, over on the couch,
on my own bed...
Can I take it down
to the pony ride
place this afternoon?
Yes, and as far
as I'm concerned,
you can leave it there.
If I ever find the guy
that sent me that saddle,
I'll make him eat
it, stirrups and all.
$20.60.
Chip, I've told you... Dad,
why can't I have a pony?
Because, Chip, I've
told you time and again
that you cannot have a
pony if you live in the city.
Then why don't we
move to the country?
If I don't do a better
job than I'm doing
on the project I'm working on,
we may have to
move to the country...
A foreign one.
See you later.
Come on, saddle.
Let's go find you
some shoe polish
and get you all shined up.
Now, come on.
Get down there. Cut it out.
Cut it out. Get down there now.
Now, cut it out,
will you? Cut it out.
Hey! Come on now.
Cut it out. Cut it out.
Come on here, you
broken-down, worn-out...
You're going to
wear this saddle.
I'm going to know
the reason why.
Hey, you! Get down.
We had the same trouble
with Wonder Boy a
couple of years ago.
Cyclone, you're the sorriest
hunk of crow-bait I ever seen.
Of course, Skip,
wouldn't you know,
finally threw up his
hands in despair,
sold the beast to Seneca
Farms and took up golf.
Hey, you snaggle-tailed,
hobbled-hooved...
Excuse me, ma'am... glue pot!
I hate golf.
But at least it keeps
us both outdoors,
and that's the important
thing, don't you think?
I'm looking for
something exciting.
I beg your pardon?
Oh, you know, an
anvil, a pair of tongs,
an old set of bellows...
Things like that.
Huh?
Oh, I am sorry, I
should've explained.
They're for my husband's office.
His office?
Well, I'm not trying
to be nosy, ma'am,
but what in the world
kind of work does he do?
He's in stocks and bonds.
George!
George!
My boyfriend's here!
I'm coming!
Excuse me, ma'am.
Lop-eared,
hobbled-hooved, swayback.
Should've left you in
Nebraska where I found you.
So, anyway, I was...
I was telling Tabby...
Tab Whitley...
I've simply got to do
something about Skip's office.
I'm sorry, but I just
can't bear it any longer
and Bobo agrees with me.
Do you like Chinese modern?
Well, ma'am...
Exactly, so I'm going to
turn it into a tack room.
Got kerosene lanterns
for vases and for ashtrays.
And, uh, horseshoes
for coasters.
And, of course, wagon
wheels for chandeliers.
So if you have any old bridles
or old branding irons.
Oh, and wouldn't a horse collar
make a beautiful picture frame?
Well, now, ma'am,
I don't think I got
what you're looking for.
Maybe some farm
or riding stable.
I've been to all of those. Look.
Horse blankets make
wonderful throw rugs.
Now surely you
have one of those?
Doggone it, ma'am, I
just ain't got nothing here
I don't need, except
that fool pony.
I'm real sorry.
Maybe you'll stumble
onto something exciting.
And if you do,
please give me a call.
Here's my husband's card.
Oh, and I think I'd just
explode with gratitude
if you could find me an old
weather-beaten cow skull.
Farns... "Farnsworth J. Afton."
Oh, just ask for Skip.
Well, I'm off again.
Wish me luck.
A few years back, a woman
talk like that, lock her up.
George, come and
meet my boyfriend.
Ooh, what have we here?
It's a saddle.
Hey, back there!
Cut it out!
Turning a good horse
collar into a picture frame.
It ain't natural.
This is my boyfriend.
Hi.
Hi! So this is your
sweetheart, eh?
By golly,
you're a mighty,
lucky boy at that.
What you got there?
A quarter.
Yeah, looks like me
and you can do business.
I got money, too.
Can I use my own saddle?
Oh, now them whizbangs of mine
are mighty particular
about their saddles.
They got to have pony saddles.
Well, that's what I got.
You do? Yeah, see?
Well, I'll be doggoned!
Hey, you! Cut!
Spiteful, that's what he is,
just downright spiteful.
Come on, Dorine.
I'll put you on old
Hurricane here,
and, Chip, I'll
get you over there
on old Lightning there
in a minute when I get...
Hey, Mike, bring the saddle!
Hey, what are you doing?
Hey, Mike, what are you doing?
Thanks very much.
Hey, Mike, that's my saddle!
Don't let her get away!
Where's she going
with my saddle?
Look, I got Bub's money back.
That kooky lady gave me
25 bucks for a saddle.
How about that?
You sold it?
It's a downright shame.
I'd have bought that saddle
before I'd let her have it.
What's she gonna do with
it, make a table lamp out of it?
No, a footstool.
Turning a good
saddle into a footstool.
Ain't natural.
That poor, dumb
little bag of bones.
He sure fixed himself up good.
He's really done it this time.
Maybe he just got
tired of being tied up
all the time and went
to take a little walk.
"Walk"? Why, that little devil's
probably running
lickety-split all over town
right now getting
himself in trouble.
Wild critter like that?
We got to find him
before he hurts somebody.
Where do you think he went?
Ah, with him,
there's no telling.
He's probably so riled up,
he's chase clean back
to Ogallala, Nebraska.
"Ogallala"?
Jeepers, that's where
my saddle came from.
Ogallala... that's
quite a coincidence.
Come on, here, you mess of old
rusted nuts and bolts.
Sounds like you're
out of gas, George.
Yeah? Well, now,
how in the thunder
am I gonna head off
that poor thing before he
tears this town wide open?
Hey, the trouble is here, boy,
if you drive me in your
car, who'll watch the ponies?
They might decide to
go for a little walk, too.
We can watch them.
No, I'll tell you
what... I'll give you
a couple of bucks to stay here
and hold down the fort
while I take your car.
Oh, okay.
I'll do it for nothing.
Well, fine. I sure
thank you, boy.
Well, watch the brakes.
Chip, here.
Hotfoot it to Bub and
tell him I sold the saddle.
Dorine, you watch them ponies.
Rudy... It isn't going to work.
There's no use
kidding ourselves,
it's just not going to work.
You're right.
You're absolutely right.
There's nothing else to do,
but to go back up and
start all over. Yeah.
Boy, oh, boy... Boy,
oh, boy, oh, boy...
In spite of the complexities,
our problem is
relatively a simple one.
I'll be darned.
We've always known that.
We're faced with the problem
of putting a maximum amount
of electronic gear
into a limited amount of space.
It just doesn't seem possible.
Well, we can't let that stop us.
It just has to be possible.
We've got to figure out a way.
Now, as long as we
got rid of this deadwood
we've been working
on for two weeks,
we can approach it
from a different angle.
What would you say if...
Oh, sorry.
Didn't know you were thinking.
Rudy, we have been working
pretty hard lately, haven't we?
Uh, but I don't think you...
This is going to sound
a little silly to you,
but would you mind
telling me what you see
outside the window over there?
What?
Just describe to me
what you see outside the window.
I don't see anything...
except that building.
Well, that's
supposed to be there,
but, uh... nothing else?
Well, uh... Rudy, uh...
uh, what do you say we
use a printed circuit here?
What was I supposed to
see outside the window?
Nothing, nothing, I...
I was just wondering
how it got there.
How what got there?
It's not important.
Well, I... I thought I saw
a pony saddle out there.
What... what were you saying
about, uh, trying
another approach?
Hmm?
You said something
about another approach.
Oh, yeah.
I think we ought to try
a little reorganization
of our thoughts.
It isn't reasonable for a saddle
to go past a window
15 feet off the ground
without anything holding it up.
No, it certainly doesn't.
As a matter of
fact, it's impossible,
so why don't we
just forget it, hmm?
Now, if we could think of this
in the, uh, terms of
two separate areas...
In the first place, what
would a saddle be doing
wandering around
without a horse under it?
It was a pony saddle.
A pony 15 feet tall?
It-It wasn't on a... a pony.
It was just kind of
out there by itself.
Oh, maybe you saw something
that looked like a saddle.
Oh, come on now, Rudy, it...
it was just in my
imagination, that's all.
Fallen over the darned thing
so many times these
last few days that,
well, it's just kind
of on my mind.
That's what it is.
It's an interesting phenomenon.
Yes, yes, it is.
And we better get to work
on this interesting phenomenon
or we're going to have
the United States Air
Force on our necks.
Now, come on. Now,
if the saddle were...
Rudy... once and for all,
there is no saddle,
and there is no pony.
Okay?
Okay.
Okay.
Now...
Steve, what were you saying
about those two different areas?
What?
Oh.
I was just saying, if
we, uh, could think of it
in those terms, we could,
uh... we could put, uh,
half of the componies in...
I mean, half of the components
in one area and
the rest of the...
the rest of them
in another area.
That... that's it.
Young man?
Uh, yes?
Didn't you put my
footstool in the car?
Well, yes, ma'am,
I put it right on top.
That's what I thought.
Well, I've lost it.
No kidding?
Well, say, you didn't
happen to see a runaway...
Oh, there he is!
Uh, you don't
happen to have an...
Catch him!
Catch him!
Who, me?
Well, please,
lady, go after him.
I... I've got
to stay here. DORINE:
Please, lady, hurry!
Hey.
Oh, George.
George, he-he just
went down there.
Watch it... watch it, George.
All right, all right.
Hey, how about those brakes!
You're letting him
get away, ma'am.
Pretty good
brakes, huh, Officer?
Officer, there's a
pony down there.
George? George?
Hey, George, how
about those brakes?
Pretty good, huh?
Car works all right.
Jeepers, my saddle.
Guess you didn't want to
be a footstool anyhow, huh?
Come on, we better
duck you in the backyard
where they can't find you.
I hear you... stand
back just a minute.
You don't know what
you're up against here.
We got something
dangerous... get back.
Every one of you, stand
still, don't make any noise.
Uh, here, Officer, let's go.
- How big is it?
You better doggone well get
yourself out of the way there.
You got a little old
wild, poor little pony
trapped in your backyard.
I have?
Everybody, stand back.
Somebody's going to get hurt.
Keep that doggone
g*n out of sight.
Well, you better get
him out of the backyard
before he eats all my
good sheets off the line.
Ponies don't eat
sheets, Mr. O'Casey.
You're thinking of a goat. Oh.
Hello. Hello.
♪ Bill Grogan's goat
was feelin' fine ♪
♪ Ate six red shirts
right off the line. ♪
I haven't thought
of that in years.
Keep that doggone g*n handy.
Whoa, boy.
Hey, Bub, look at me.
Whoa.
Yeah.
Rudy, I think I've
got something.
All along, we've been figuring
that the instrument package
needed something to hold it
up, some bracing, but look here.
Rudy?
Rudy?
Oh, where did he go?
Rudy?
What are you doing out there?
Rudy, what... what are
you doing out there?!
14 feet, nine and
three-quarter inches.
Look, I think I've really
got something here.
That's almost 15 feet.
Oh, that's wonderful.
Listen, now, half of
our electronic gear
could be fastened down
tight, and the other half
could be supported by air.
That's a pretty tall pony.
Rudy, I'm not
talking about ponies.
I've really got something here.
Half of the gear
will be riding on air,
and the other half will
be in the riding stable.
I mean, the other half
will be riding stable.
Look, come in here so I
can explain it to you, will you?
What?
I said come in here
and quit horsing around...
I mean, fooling
around out there.
Come in here.
Gosh.
Come on, Chip, before
he ruins the grass.
I've heard of lost dogs
traveling hundreds of miles
to get back home, but I've...
Oh, those dog stories
are a dime a dozen,
but you sure don't
hear about a pony
finding his lost
saddle every day.
And, in our backyard.
Yeah, pretty unusual.
You're darned right.
Unusual enough
to make the papers.
No, Buffalo Webster,
not Buffalo Bill.
Cyclone and the saddle used
to belong to Buffalo Webster,
and my grandfather
used to know him.
And how come you
weren't listening?
What a charming little story.
Like a fairy tale.
Well, ma'am, I
wouldn't say that.
O'Casey there has done
some doggone good favors
for Buffalo back in them
show business days.
Now, before old Buffalo
d*ed, he probably told his wife...
he says, "Now, you
take Cyclone's saddle,
"and you send it to
O'Casey for old time's sake,
something for him
to remember him by."
Poignant.
Huh?
I said, how poignant.
No, ma'am.
Friendly.
Buffalo just wanted
to be friendly.
Ma'am, now, about
the price of that saddle...
Oh, George, just forget it.
No, I want to pay
you for it, ma'am.
I'll give you my IOU.
Let's face it, George.
Our little experience
was well worth the money.
Huh?
Well, I told you
when we first met
I was looking for
something exciting.
Oh, wait till I tell Bam.
Bambi Wyckoff.
Can't you just see the
expression on her face?
Bam and that dreadfully dull
story about her
potbellied stove.
Wait till she hears
about my footstool.
Footstool.
Darned fool woman.
Sticking flowers in
kerosene lanterns.
Lightbulbs in wagon wheels.
A saddle's a saddle,
and it belongs
right where it is:
on a pony's back.
Come on, boy, let's go.
I got my business
to take care of.
Why do people always
have to change something
into something when
it already is something?
I'll phone your dad and tell him
to pick you and Mike
up down at the pony ring.
Okay.
Hey, Bub, was the pony
trying to find the saddle,
or was the saddle
trying to find the pony?
I don't know, Chip.
It looks to me like
it was a little of both.
Okay, so long.
So long.
You're gonna have to go to work.
Look here, you...
You're gonna
have to get to work.
Now perk up there... Perk up.