 It's the Roy Rogers Show! Happy Trey! Happy Trey! The cereal treat that's fun to eat brings you the Roy Rogers Show. Transcribed on the double R bar range with Pat Brady and the Queen of the West, Day 11. Happy Trey! Thin person, the King of the Cowboys, Roy! Well, howdy folks! Here's my good word for today. It's about a honey of a new cereal, post-sugar crisp. And it's my hunch you'll like it just as much as we do out here at the double R bar range. You see, post-sugar crisp is just downright good-eating. And it's good so many different ways. Try it real soon, won't you? Now, our story for tonight is about the greatest horse in the world, Trigger. It is late afternoon in Mineral City. Day 11's and Pat Brady are holding down a deserted fort in the Eurica cafe as Roy Rogers and Trigger and Bullitt come down the main street and stop at the hitching rail outside. Look, Pat, Roy just holds his hand up and Trigger stands perfectly still at the hitching rail. Yeah, Trigger's quite a horse. Of course, now with Nellie Bell, I just stop the motor and she stays where I'll leave. Yeah, and sometimes you don't even have to stop her motor. It stops by itself. Well, howdy, Dale. Hi, Pat. Hi, Roy. You got in town early today. Let's see you, Roy. Business is pretty slow. Well, if you want to rustle me up a sandwich, the rush is on. Hi there, Bullitt. There wasn't much to do around the double-r bar today either. I've been putting Trigger and Bullitt through their paces. You certainly spend a lot of time training those animals, Roy. Well, they have to be kept on their toes, Dale. Both Trigger and Bullitt learn things mighty quickly. And the more you work with animals, the more they catch on to sort of thinking for themselves. You know, that's the nice thing about a jeep. You don't have to teach it anything, and you don't have to worry about it thinking. Well, I've been working on hand signals with Trigger. You know how he comes to me at one whistle and goes away at two and kicks out his heels at three? Yes. Well, I've been teaching him to do the same thing on one, two, and three waves of the hand. Well, did you teach Bullitt anything new? Nothing in particular. We sort of reviewed the commands he knows. Park Bullitt. Now, growl Bullitt. Grab Roy's gun rest, Bullitt. Bullitt doesn't do that on anyone's command, but mine. And I don't ask him to do it unless it's absolutely necessary, Pat. Well, didn't you teach him anything new, Roy? Come to think of it, I did. Say, get me a pound of hamburger and I'll show you. Okay. Shucks. When I was a kid and twist and bronc falls, I had a little terrier type poodle shepherd that could carry a package of pork chops home from the meat market and never even touch them. Now, is that what you taught Bullitt? Not exactly, Pat. You just watch. Here you are, Roy. The Eureka Cafe's special ground round. All right. Thanks, Dale. Bullitt learned this trick in no time at all. You see this hamburger Bullitt? All right. I'm going to put the plate down on the floor. Now, Bullitt, eat it. Well, Roy Rogers, of all the ridiculous things I ever saw, that will cost you exactly one dollar. All right. You said things were slow, so I thought I'd drum up some business for you. Wow. I never saw a bigger moving van. Yeah, it's one of those transcontinental jobs, I guess. Zee Carney. We haul anything anywhere. Those are a couple of big men. I hope their appetites go with their size. The truck's pretty well loaded down. There's so much furniture on it, they can't even get the tailgate closed. All right, take it. This is the leading eatin' establishment in this town. Well, it's practically the only one, but it's a mighty good one. All right, we'll take a chance. Bring us anything you got, just so it's the best in the house. Hey, that dog doesn't bite, does he? Only if you happen to be a pound of hamburger. Well, a couple of nice steaks and some home-fried potatoes and salad suture. Sure, make mine medium rare, and my partner's medium well. Fine. Give this one silverware and water, Pat. Oh, yeah. Yeah, sure. Why don't you sit down, Hank? A dog. Wouldn't hurt anyone, would he? Of course not. He wouldn't hurt a flea. Of course, he hasn't got any to hurt. That's a pretty good one, cowboy. Come on, Hank, the dog won't hurt you. Well, all right. Just don't like to take a chance. I'll put him outside if he bothers you. Come on, bullet. You keep trigger company. Hey, you fellas are a couple of long-distance movers, aren't you? That's right. That's our game. We were just driving through town. We saw that good-looking horse out in front and decided we were hungry. In fact, we're kind of sleepy, and if there's a hotel in town, we might rest up and do it later tonight. Uh, who's that horse belong to? It's my horse, and what's he got to do with it? Oh, nothing. He's just a magnificent animal. That's all he attracted our attention to this establishment. By the way, I don't think I caught your name. It's Roy Rogers, and the fellow who still hasn't gotten your silver is Pat Brady. Well, I'm glad to know both of you. I'm Ziggy Carney. My talkative partner here is Hank Yeagley. Howdy. Glad to know you. Yeah, sure are. If we ever decide to move, we'll get in touch with you. Say, those are a couple of fancy-looking guns you're packing, Mr. Carney. Yes, sir, it's mighty flashy artillery. When I handle them, they're flashier yet. You never know what you'll run into on a long trip, you know? Ziggy's a trick shot. That's right. I'm one of the best in the world, if I do say so myself. But I don't imagine you two are interested. Oh, sure we are. But I bet there's a certain fellow right in this town who could shoot rings around you. I'll cut it out, Pat. Oh, is that so? Brady, I bet I could show you a feat of fancy marksmanship that you've never seen before. You could? What is it? I'll bet I could shoot a bullet in one of your ears and have it come out the other without touching a thing. Why anybody could do that? Now, just a cotton pickin' minute. Pat, if my sandwich and these fellow stakes are ready, this might be a good place to quit discussing guns. Yeah, maybe you're right, Roy. If I got mad at those two fellows, I'd sure feel sorry for them. Your friend can't take a joke, Roger. Let's just forget the whole thing. Oh, Roy. Honest, Sheriff. Say, what are you looking so glum about? I've got reasons. If I were you, I wouldn't leave Trigger standing outside without tying him to the hitch and rail. Trigger wouldn't budge from there unless I gave him the word. Yeah, but there's horse thieves in the neighborhood. The valuable Arabian was stolen in Hollowells late last night. No fooling, Sheriff? What else was he? Mine. What are you laughing at? Oh, nothing. It just struck me funny. An officer of the law having his horse stolen. There's nothing funny about it. Say, weren't you two fellows in the Goldmine Cafe in Hollowells last night? Sure we were. What of it? Maybe you know something about my horse. Let's not be silly, Sheriff. We're a couple of long-distance moving, man. Hollowells is only about 15 miles from here, Carney. If you were there last night, it certainly took you a long time to get to Mineral City. We passed through Hollowells going another way. Had a load for Frisco. We delivered it, picked up another and headed south again. Not that it's any of your business. I suppose not. Thanks for the explanation. Just the same you left that cafe before I did and when I came out, my horse was gone. I guess you wouldn't mind if I searched that moving van of yours. Go ahead. Only get yourself a warrant, first. When you come back, you better bring a couple of strong deputies because Hank and I ain't gonna take that furniture out and put it back again for any hick-town cop. You didn't come to think about it if your truck was loaded clear full last night. I guess you didn't steal my horse after all. That's more like it, eh, Ziggy? Well, I sure if it was horse thieves we'd have better tasting to steal anything a small town sheriff would, right? We'd grab something like that horse or rogues. Sheriff, if you want to get your car, I'd be glad to go to Hollowells with you and look for evidence. That's what I was going to ask you to do, Roy. It was too dark to look for tracks last night and I've been so busy all day I haven't had a chance to go back. But maybe we can still find something. Good. I'm gonna eat a sandwich if Pat ever gets around to bringing it in and I'll leave Trigger and the old barn behind the cafe for the night. Suppose you pick me up here in about 20 minutes. Good enough, Roy. Happy hunting, Sherlock. You two fellas watch it. Hey, here's your sandwich, Roy. Your steaks will be coming up in a minute, fellas. Well, if it takes as long to find a room we won't get any sleep till Christmas. When they thought up the word waiter, they had your customers in mind. Did you hear what the sheriff was saying, Pat? Yeah, I heard him. I think his first hunch was right. I think these two fellas probably stole his horse. Oh, wait a minute. If that remark had come from a different source I'd consider it an insult. Suppose I called you a horse thief. You just try it, Rogers. You'll see how fast a real artist can draw a pair of guns. That's something I'd like to see. So, uh, I think you're a horse thief. Look out, Roy. He's drawing. He's not the only one. What do you mean by firing at me? What did you do, Carney? I was just aiming at those fancy 45s of yours. Yeah, and he hit them, too. Knocked them right out of your hands. Hey, what's going on out here? Oh, nothing, Dale. Carney was going to show me what a fancy shawty is, but he changed his mind. I never saw anyone outdraw you before, Ziggy. 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Gee, I never would have thought of that. You know the hoof marks of your own horse, don't you? Oh, sure. I always have his shoes made with the imprint of a star in the toe plates. I figure he's the sheriff's horse. Sheriff, you're quite a fella. Now you look for those star prints and I'll see if I can find the marks of Ziggy's tires among these others. There ain't been many horses back here. What the word don't seem to have been shot at all. Oh, keep looking, Sheriff. Hey, here. Here are the tire prints we're looking for. Ziggy's truck was parked here all right. Pike, Collie, Roy, here's the marks of my horse's shoes. All right. Look closely now. Let's see. You're 12 feet away from me, and if Ziggy loaded your horse on his truck, the tracks should lead over towards these tire marks. No, they seem to come from the hitch and rail right to this point. And there are no marks of any kind where they stop and disappear. Well, that's strange. Guess we're howling up the wrong cottonwood, Roy. If they loaded the horse on that moving van, they would have to load them from the back. Let me take a look at those prints, Sheriff. Here they are, Roy. Just plain hoof prints. Well, I shouldn't have said just plain because they got my private star in them. But you see how they lead up to here and don't go any farther? Let's see. From the direction they're coming, the horse would have been walking parallel to the side of the moving van. Look here, Sheriff, there is another mark. Sure, but that ain't nothing. Looks like somebody had a two-by-four about four feet long right on the ground. Well, that could be the mark of the ramp, Lord, from the side of the truck. I'm convinced now that Ziggy and his partner stole your horse, Sheriff, and I think I know just how they did it. Well, they have a compartment built at the front of the van, right behind the driver's cab. One of the side panels must be hinged so they can load it and it forms a ramp. Well, chimney net, Roy. Then all we gotta do is get back and confiscate their truck and take my horse off it. Well, it won't be that easy, Sheriff. They've undoubtedly disposed of your horse by this time, and we might dismantle the whole truck without finding the secret switch used to load the panel. I can't make a case against them without evidence. And I aim to get that evidence. That's why I left Trigger in the barn behind the Eureka Cafe, and that's why I let Ziggy and his partner know exactly where he was. Now, let's get back to Mineral City and we'll see what happens when it gets dark. How long are we going to lie up here in this darn hayloft, Roy? Until Ziggy or Hank comes to steal Trigger. It's 10 o'clock. I think we can expect visitors any time. Roy, this ain't going to work. If he tries to take Trigger, Trigger won't go with him. You know nobody, but you can ride Trigger. Trigger will let somebody lead him off if I tell him it's okay. Well, sure. But if Ziggy tries it and you tell Trigger it's okay, then Ziggy'll know we're here. Hand signals, Pat. Like we were talking about this afternoon. There's enough light so Trigger can see us up here. Look, he isn't taking his eyes off us. Shh, Roy. Someone's coming in. It's Ziggy all right. Yeah, and the other muzzler's probably waiting in the truck for a getaway. Pull there, pull there. Take it easy, you. Roy, he's untying the halter. He sure is. All right, come on with me now, horse. I like your golden color. And if I don't get more gold out of you than the last six horses I swiped put together, my name ain't Ziggy Conning. Did you hear that, Roy? Ziggy's a horse thief all right. And in a little while, he isn't going to be so proud of it. Come on. Come on, you. Don't pull back. Roy, Trigger won't go with him. He will when I give him the signal. I'll wave my hand twice. There. Never see you again. Roy, we got him red-handed. Let's take him. Climb out if you're quietly, Pat. We'll follow him. Hurry. The truck's parked around the corner of the building. And I want to watch how he lowers the ramp. Gee, I hope I don't slip off this darn little ladder. You wouldn't have far to fall and be quiet. You better both be quiet. Because if you don't, these guns will soon shut you up. Hey, Ziggy's partner. You bet. So you got back from hollow wells early, eh, Rogers? Yeah, it looks like I did. Thought you'd watch Ziggy put your horse in the moving van, huh? That's something you'll never see. We've got a pretty good idea how he does it. Nobody will ever get any evidence on us. Yeah, we got it. And we saw Ziggy lead Trigger out of here. There. Ziggy's ready to pull out. So I'll quit waiting and pull my Triggers. I think I'd be careful if I were you. Something you're mighty scared ever standing right behind you. I ain't scared of nothing. Not even my big dog, huh? Yeah, you can't bluff me into turning around. Your dog ain't there. Maybe you'll believe it when you hear him. Growl, bullet. Hey, where is he? Grab his gun wrist, bullets. Get him off me. I'll fill him full of life. Oh, no, you won't. Of course, I've got your other wrist. Now drop that gun. Drop that other one. My dog's killing me. Drop the gun there. All right, off of him, bullets. Let go, boy. Oh, man, Roy. Bullet wondered out here just in the nick of... Hey, Ziggy's driving away with a truck. Roy! Roy, what's happening? Come here quick, Dale. Bullet insisted on getting out the back door, and then I heard shots. They didn't hit anything. Dale, grab those two guns and take this man to the Sheriff's office right away. No, Billet, you stay here and help Dale. Let's run for Nelliebel Pat. Triggers in the hands of a horse thief and a mighty desperate one. We'll return to Roy in a moment. But first, let's listen to the three sugarcrisp bears. We're the sugarcrisp bears, and we want you to meet the grandest treat you ever did eat. Post-Sugarcrisp. 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No, I can't risk having Ziggy lose control of the truck, not with Trigger in it. We've got to take a long chance, Pat. Ziggy's never seen Nellie Bell, has he? Oh, Nellie Bell was parked inside all day. All right. After you pass him, hug the middle of the road and slow up. Yeah, but he'll certainly recognize you if he don't recognize me. No, he won't because I won't be in Nellie Bell. What? I want you to swing in close to the side of Carney's truck as you can, and I'm gonna jump. Oh, no, Roy. Not at 70 miles an hour. I can make it. Well, I wish you wouldn't try it, Roy. But if you're going to, we're close enough now. All right, Pat. Hold her steady now. Don't swerve. Here I go. Roy, you made it. You made it. Give her the gun now, Pat. Go past this truck and stop it. And I'll stop Ziggy Carney. Heap of junk out of the road. Yeah, this heap of junk went past you like you rank. From the restaurant, huh? Get out of the road before I blast you out. You're blessing nothing, Ziggy, you horse thief. Rogers, where'd you come from? Yeah, you bet you're a horse thief. We got the goods on you. You've just been insulted twice, Ziggy. Aren't you gonna go for those fancy guns? Well, look, Rogers, I was kidding this afternoon, but you got nothing on me. Oh, no. There are ventilation holes in the top of your truck right behind the cab. That's where you hide the horses you steal. All right, wise guy. Show me your search warrant, and then go ahead and unload four tons of furniture. That's the law. Maybe we haven't got a warrant. And maybe we don't need one. My horse is on that van. You think so? Go ahead, find out. You know what steps are necessary. You better do, and they're simple. Triggered. There you are, fool, horse. Fool, horse, eh? Well, that's more than I can take. Look how Roy's done for his guns. But he's not getting them. Let go, Rogers. These pop guns. And then find the button or switch and let down the truck panel. Don't be necessary, Roy. Triggered done it himself. Sorry to let this rat put his hands on your bridal trigger, but we'll pay him back right now. Steal my horse, will you? And then laugh up. Rogers, don't. Tell you where the sheriff's horse is. We'll accept that offer, Ziggy. He folded like a $2 concertina. He could have had a stop with that search warrant business if Trigger hadn't known what to do when he got the signal. Hand signals, whistle signals. Roy, do you suppose you could teach some of them things to Nelliebell? Well, sure, Pat. You'd put in an electronic control system, but I'd rather keep on working with my animals because they've got the extra something called common sense that makes training them really worthwhile. That's all for now, folks. This is Roy Rogers saying to all of you from all of us, goodbye, good luck, and may the good Lord take a liking to you. See you next week. Happy trip until... 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