Meaner Than a Junkyard Cat/Transcript

(Fraidy is reliefed while falling through a fence to the junkyard, Fraidy shushes the audinece as the camera pans to a sleeping dog.)
Fraidy Cat: Say, this looks like the perfect place for a little cat nap, I wish I come here before. Oh! I said "four"...
(A patch of flowers as the number "4", with Sir Walter Cat is being conjured.)
Sir Walter Cat: I say, Fraidy dear boy, I really don't intend rest amid such as a mess do you?
Fraidy Cat: I sure do, Sir Walter Cat.
Sir Walter Cat: Even though there's a large, and quite smelly dog nearby?
Fraidy Cat: D-D-D-D-Dog?
Sir Walter Cat: That is what they call these beast you know.
(Fraidy Cat shakes in fear as Walter goes up to the dog. The dog growls.)
Sir Walter Cat: You see what I mean? He just woke up and already is grouchy, ta-ta ol' cat.
Fraidy: This kitten is splittin' too!
Mr. Meaney: Who are you?
Fraidy: My name is Fraidy, you must be Meaney?
Mr. Meaney: I'm "Mr. Meaney" to you, the junkyard dog here, and you just disturbed my sleep.
Fraidy: Boy, Mr. Meaney, I bet you really have to be brave be a junkyard dog.
Mr. Meaney: True, true, quite true, but most of all, you gotta be just plain rotten.
Fraidy: Gee, you don't look rotten to me.
Mr. Meaney: I don't? I must be getting soft, I'll know it.
Fraidy: Oh-no Mr. Meaney, why I bet you could be really rotten if you wanted to.
Mr. Meaney: Aww... you're just trying to make me feel good.
Fraidy: No I mean it, I'd do anything to be as rotteness...
Mr. Meaney: Anything? Say cat, you just given me an idea, how would you like to be a junkyard cat awhile I get some shut-eye.
Fraidy: Oh really, I couldn't why of...
Mr. Meaney: Of course, you always have the alternative.
Fraidy: W-W-Whats that?
Mr. Meaney: (Roars as he indicated he will kill Fraidy).
Fraidy: When do I start?
(Mr. Meaney is teaching Fraidy how to be a junkyard cat.)
Fraidy: Bow wow, bow wow, bow wow, bow wow.
Mr. Meaney: No, no, no! You gotta sound mean.
Fraidy: How about a mean meow?
Mr. Meaney: Oh boy. Say you ain't scared, are you?
Fraidy: (echoing): Nope, nope, nope, umm-umm.
Mr. Meaney: Good, and the tail, the tail.
Fraidy: What's wrong with my tail?
Mr. Meaney: Start wagging it, so I'll know your enjoying yourself, (Fraidy wags his tail) That's better, now get out there and guard.
Fraidy: Oh boy, I don't know how I'm going to stay awake, it must be 2:00 in the morning!
(Fraidy exclaims ooops! because Kitty Wizard has just been summoned in the process.)
Kitty Wizard: Oh hey, oh yo, oh prissy dear Fraidy, oh you look popped, uh pipped, pooped.
Fraidy: Oh, Kitty Wizard, I just want to get out of this place, and get some sleep, but-but-but-but don't help me wiz, I can handle it.
Kitty Wizard: Oh nonsense Fraidy! I'll hand, oh l'll be, going wheeled up, I mean what are friends for? Heh, oh, lets see... My wand here, uh... the magic spell, oh abra, oh absolutely (coughs) abracatdabra! (Wiz wishes up a car for him and Fraidy to ride in) Oh-hoo, oh forsooth good Fraidy, your getaway car, hahaha.
Fraidy: Bu-Bu-But I don't know how to drive!
Kitty Wizard: Oh, you don't have to! Observe and also watch. (heheh) Oh, here we go (stutters): abra-cad-dosa ma-ag-magic oh (coughs) abra-cat-dabra!
Fraidy: Oh no... (The car starts to going through the junkyard heading for Mr. Meaney's doghouse, but the dog lucklily dodges before the car ran over the doghouse.)
Mr. Meaney: (Mr, Meaney comments on the fact that cats could drive.) I didn't think that cats could drive? (after seeing several crashes he then disagree with his former statment) And I was right. (as the car is accerelating through the junkyard.)
Fraidy: Wiz! Stop, stop!
Kitty Wizard: Oh, Fraidy, your word is my command. (They stop but not before making another crash. The impact causes the two cats fly out of the junkyard to over a freight trainyard.) See? I'll told you I'd get you out, ho-ho-ho! Now the rest is up to you and happy landing, oh-ho-ho. (Kitty Wizard disappears as Fraidy falls on a puddle in the freight yard with Fraidy questioning,)
Fraidy: W-Where am I'm?! (geting grabbed by a hand of another dog)
Freightyard Dog: You're in the freightyard, where you ain't supposed to be.
Fraidy: Oh well, I could easily fix that, (gulp) I'll just leave.
Freightyard Dog: Wait a minute, I'll forget you trespassed if you'll do me a favor.
Fraidy: Sure, anything! Now why did say that.
Freightyard Dog: You've guard this place for awhile so I can get some sleep and if you say no...
Fraidy: I'll know. (Fraidy uses a finger in his neck indicating that he would inflict bodily harm on Fraidy if he disagrees.)
Freightyard Dog: Heh-heh-he, you catch on fast. (The dog pushes Fraidy to the puddle as he leaves.)
Fraidy: But no fast enough to get some sleep. (Fraidy groans as trains are coming by in each direction as many of them come passing with vatious speeds. The cartoon ends.)
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