20x03 - Loose Loot

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Gentlemen, don't...

I've been trying to tell you
for an hour that Mr. Slipp

is the administrator
of the estate.

I am only your attorney.

Attorney-smurney.

We want our inheritance.

For the th time,
don't you understand?

The will is being probated.

Oh, I forgot. In this morning's
paper it said our inheritance

ain't tied up anymore.
Wait, I'll read it.

[EXHALES HEAVILY]

Come on, hurry up.
We're waiting for you to read.

Don't rush me.

Rome wasn't built in a day,
and neither was Syracuse.

I'll read it.

"Ambrose Rose Estate
released from probate.

"Three nephews sole heirs.

"Huge estate turned
over to executor.

"The estate of the last
Ambrose Rose,

"deceased millionaire
junk dealer,

"was today released from probate
by Judge Woodcock R. Strinker.

"The estate is now
held by the executor,

Mr. Ichabod Slipp."

A-ha.

I've been trying
to subpoena Mr. Slipp,

but he's been avoiding me.

You know, I think he's trying
to pull something crooked.

My right palm itches.
What's that a sign of?

Your hand's dirty.
Oh.

Why don't you leave him alone?

Quiet.

[BOTH GRUNTING]

Gentlemen, gentlemen, you want
your inheritance, don't you?

STOOGES:
And how.

I'll have Mr. Drain
draw up three subpoenas,

and then it will be up to one
of you to serve Mr. Slipp.

[RINGING]

Ichabod Slipp speaking.

Oh, hello, Joe.

Oh, you want me to meet
you at the theater, huh?

Okay. What? Ha-ha.

Sure, I've got their dough.

Hey, wait a minute,

what's the address
of that theater again?

Circle Follies Theater, yeah?

Circle Avenue, huh?

Okay, Joe, I'll be right over.

Here's where we beard
the lion in his den.

Yeah, we'll slap Slipp
with these subpoenas. Here.

SHEMP:
And he'll have to give us
the inheritance.

Yeah. Say, I wonder what
this guy Slipp looks like.

I don't know.
You can search me.

That's a good idea.
We'll search all the offices.

You stand guard.

We'll get the filthy lucre.

The moola.
The "geetus."

BOTH:
No slippery guy named Slipp
is ever going to cheat us.

A-zoo, a-za, a-zo.

Come on, get going.

[CHUCKLES]

So, Mr. Slipp, at last
I catch you at your desk.

Me?

What did you do with
my money, you...

Oh, there must be some mistake.

You bet, and you made it.

Give me back my money,
you crook.

Hey, wait a minute...

I had money, you crook.

[CHUCKLES]

Larry, anybody come in here?
I think that crook is...

A-ha. Mr. Slipp.

Where's that dough
you gypped me out of?

Oh.

[GRUNTS]

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

[EXHALES HEAVILY]

Heh.

Pardon me,
did you happen to see...

A-ha. At last I've caught you
in your office, Mr. Slipp,

you dirty crook.

Them is fightin' words
in my country.

All right, let's fight.

Oh, well, we're not
in my country.

Oh, copped a sneaker, eh?

It's lucky he left.

Yes?

Ow! Oh.

Oh.

[CHUCKLES]

The estate
of Uncle Ambrose Rose.

And we thank you.

So long, chumps.

[DOOR SHUTS]

Phew.

[BOTH CRY OUT]

Moe.

Yeah, hey,
a guy thought I was Slipp.

Me too.

[MUFFLED SPEECH]

Get 'em up e.

Take it easy, kid,
we'll get it off.

[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

What'd he say?
[REPEATS INDISTINCTLY]

Get outta here.

This thing is wedged on.
We can't get it off.

We'd better get a hammer
and cr*ck it open.

Now you're using
a bit of your brain.

Go on.

We'll get this thing off.

Hey, I can't find a hammer,
but this'll do.

I'll shatter it.

Step back. To the right.

I've got it.
Right between the eyes.

Why, you goose brain, you.
I'll...

Wait a minute, look.

MOE:
Hey, that's the guy
that b*at me up.

LARRY:
Me too.

That dirty crook gave us the
business and stole our dough.

Well, I'll be.
Hey, what's this?

"Circle Follies Theatre,
Circle Avenue."

I've got a hunch
that's where he is.

Let's go see.
Right, come on.

[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

Oh, sorry, kid. I forgot.

I'm okay. Thanks.

I'd have never gotten out
of there without your help.

You're sure you're all right?

Never felt better
in my life. Let's go.

What happened to him?
I don't know.

Hey, Moe, how are we
going to find Slipp

in a big theater like this?

We'll search the whole building.

We'll start with
the dressing rooms.

And if we find... I found.

[SQUEALS]

It's him.
It's those three jokers.

They followed me.

I'll tear 'em apart.

[STOOGES CRY OUT]

[WHISTLES]

Hey.

[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY,
SHOUTING]

[STOOGES SCREAM]

[SCREAMING]

Hey, you.
They went thataway.

Oh, thanks.

Why, you...

Why, you... Stop it.

Shh.

Hey, wait a minute,

let's duck into this box
until they separate.

Then we'll get 'em one at a time[font color="#ff "][/font]

They can't get very far,
boss. I'll find 'em.

Yeah, but we'd better get rid
of this dough until we do.

Say, here's a good
place to hide it.

Nobody'd ever look in here.
Yeah.

[STOOGES GRUNTING]

Hey, this excelsior is lumpy.

[SNEEZES]
Shh.

BOTH:
Gesundheit.

Sounded like it came
from over there.

Let's get out of here.
Wait.

I'll go up and look around.

Hey, fellows,
the coast is clear.

Come on, let's scram.
Yeah.

Listen. Shh.

Now, keep your eyes wide open.

Come on.

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

Hey, I hear footsteps.

Must be my imagination.

[STOOGES CRY OUT]
Why, you...

[BOTH GRUNTING]

Oh.

Ouch.

Whoa. I'm sorry.
What happened?

I'm trapped here.
What are you doing here?

Get out.
Look out, look out.

Get out.
Look out. Let go.

Ouch.
Why, you,

I'll slice you to pieces.

[BARKING]

Oh, oh, he's a madman.

[BOTH SCREAMING]

Get going, you.
All right, easy.

MOE:
Now, wait a minute. Shh.

[GRUNTS]

Take it easy.
What's that?

Open up, you crooks.

Stand aside, I'll break it.

Oh. Oh.

Oh-oh. Oh.

[CRIES OUT]

Oh, he bit me. Oh. Oh.

Oh, stand aside.

Let's break it down.

[BOTH GRUNTING]

Larry.

Ow!

Hey, lend a hand.

Fast, boys, fast.
Hurry up, come on.

We'll barricade the door.

Come on.

SLIPP:
Go on, open up this door.

I think Slipp broke through,
give him the works.

Ah!

Why, you...

Boy, we really flattened him.

Nice work.

We sure fixed him all right,
didn't we, Moe?

You certainly did.

[BOTH GRUNTING]

Hey, what's the idea?

That was me behind there.

How could it be you behind
there when you're out here?

You're crazy.
Why, you...

Nice aim, Moe.

Wait till I get my hands
on you jokers. If I ever...

Hey, what are you doing?

[LAUGHING]

Hey, get me out of here.

Can't you get out of there?

How can I?
Of course not.

That's all I want to know.
[LAUGHING]

Will you stop? Agh!

SLIPP:
Hey, out of my way.

Step aside.

Ow! Out of my way!

Don't you dare.

He looks like a ball player.

Go ahead, neighbor.

Five will get you ten.

Throw 'em in a[font color="#ff "] ring[/font]
'em out there.

That's it.
Pitch 'em in e.

Here, little fat man
with the porcupine hair,

throw this beer bottle
and win a prize.

Go ahead, neighbor.

Here, eagle-eye,
you just hold this.

Wait a minute, now,
take straight aim, now.

Take straight aim.

Knock the apple off
the gentleman's head

and win a free ride
on the merry-go-round.

I'll get you,
I'll get you for this.

Throw it now,
heave it right at the old...

A bulls-eye in reverse.

Well, applesauce.

This is what we'll give 'em.
Oh, my goodness.

[CHUCKLING]

That was a bum sh*t.

Watch the old master,

he'll throw faster,
the faster the master,

he'll throw the old hand-fruit.
Now, watch this.

Ooh, if I ever get
my hands on you.

By golly, I did it.

The gentleman wins himself
a small-sized panatella.

Got a match?

Thank you.

Winning himself
a small panatella.

You hit me with a whatsit, a...
Oh, boy.

Cold cream. I like that.

Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.

Oh, if I ever get
my hands on you,

you'll wish you'd
never been born.

LARRY:
Yeah, there it is.

MOE:
Oh, boy, oh, boy.

Take some more.

Is that all you're gonna take?

Aw, take your time.

I got the whole jar cleaned out.

Aw, that's good.
[LAUGHING]

[SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]
Stick 'em up.

[CRIES OUT]

Why, you... No, no, no, no, no.

SHEMP:
I'll fill you full of holes.

I'll fill you full of holes
like a Swiss cheese.

[GRUNTS]

Why, you...

I can explain everything.
Why you...

Oh! Oh. Oh. Oh.

What's the matter?

Oh, oh, oh.

Oh, oh, oh.

Oh.

[GASPS]

Why, you...

[GRUNTING]

LARRY:
Help, Moe.

Why, you...

Ow! Ow!

[GROANING]

Take it easy, now, will you?

I've been easy.

Ya!

[CRIES OUT]

Ooh!

[CHUCKLES]

That guy must have
iron in his blood.

Moe, let's take
the money and scram.

Okay.

LARRY:
Oh.

Hey, hey, you,
give me that money.

Catch it, Mary.

Catch it, Susie.

MOE:
Give me that bag.
Give me that.

Susie, throw it.

Surround her.

Oh, catch.

Give me this brick.
Give it to him.

Get him.
[LAUGHS]

MOE:
Everybody wants
to get into the act.

LARRY: We got the money. Come.
I'm a-comin'.

MOE:
Come on, fellas,
we got the moola.

[ALL SINGING INDISTINCTLY]

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