 [Thomas]
Aww... slugs again!
[Samuel the Narrator]
Yes, there were the slugs. Babies, mothers, and grandmothers, besides enormous great fat slugs, all eating away at the juicy leaves.
[Mother]
Oh Thomas, let's set some traps--some slug traps--and catch them all.
[Samuel the Narrator]
Did those slugs walk into the traps? No, not one. They just laughed their slimy laugh...
[Slugs]
Huh-huh, huh-huh...
[Samuel the Narrator]
... and went on eating the juicy lettuces.
[Mother]
Oh deary me, what shall we do? There'll be no lettuce left when little Tim comes home.
[Thomas]
I know! I've got a good idea. I'll shoot those varmints!
[Mother]
Thomas!
[Thomas]
I will! I'll shoot them!
[Samuel the Narrator]
Thomas crept very carefully up the lettuce patch and fired his little gun. [POP! POP!] But did the slugs mind?
[Slugs]
Huh-huh...
[Samuel the Narrator]
No, not they. They laughed more than ever in their slimy way.
[Slugs]
Huh-huh, huh-huh...
[Samuel the Narrator]
And they ate up all the peas, and then they turned about and went on eating the lettuces.
[Mother]
Thomas, how are you getting on? We shan't have any lettuce when little Tim comes home.
[Samuel the Narrator]
They hopped sadly down along the passage into the kitchen of their house... and then Mariah had arrived. [ZAP!]
[Interlude]
[Slugs]
(Squealing.)
[Samuel the Narrator]
The greedy slugs raised their heads to listen. They waved their bodies joyously, and laughed their slimy laugh.
[Slugs]
Huh-huh! Hear the sweet music at our feast. Hear the sweet music while we eat.
[Samuel the Narrator]
And then they laughed again happily in their slimy way...
[Slugs]
Huh-huh, huh-huh...
[Samuel the Narrator]
... and went on eating lettuces.
[Interlude]
[Slugs]
Huh-huh...
[Mother]
There won't be even a nibble of lettuce when our little Tim comes home! (Sniffles.)
[Samuel the Narrator]
Suddenly, a voice called out, and out rushed Tim, hopping and skipping and turning somersaults as he came towards his father and mother.
[Tim]
Hello, hello! I brought a friend! Oh... what's the matter?
[Samuel the Narrator]
The slugs are eating all the lettuce, Tim.
[Tim]
Oh hey there, Samuel! My friend Brush has just been wondering if you'll have meat for supper. Why is it we only had lettuces, didn't I, Brush?
[Brush]
Ask Tim! I, uh, think I can help you... if you allow me, sir. Just watch me! (Starts whistling.)
[Samuel the Narrator]
He gobbled up the slugs faster than you could count--baby slugs, mother slugs, grandmother and great-grandmother slugs--before they had time to take to their slimy heels. Mariah and Thomas stood and watched in wonder at his huge appetite.
[Thomas]
Ho-ho-ho-hooo! Come and have supper with us whenever you like, Mr. Brush.
[Tim]
Oh, he will. Mr. Brush!
[Thomas]
Yes! Get in.
[Brush]
(Whistles.)
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