 Jerry of the circus, 365 pounds of human flesh by the small admission fee of 25 cents would hardly buy the dessert for one of Irene's meals. And now, ladies and gentlemen, in direct contrast, let me introduce Major Mice, the smallest fetus in the world today, a major mix, come, come, look like a giant. Hello there, Mr. Randall. Sir, I repeat, the smallest human in the world today, am I right, Mr. Randall? You're all right, Mr. Haley. There you are, folks, the owner of Randall's Greater Circus, Fox, is for my seemingly unbelievable... Hello, Jim. Yeah, hello, Mr. Randall. How's it going? Oh, it'll be a sell-out when we get that spilt in the middleway. It'll be a sell-out for tonight, too, if this weather holds up. Say, Jim, dropped by the office wagon after the show. I want to talk about something. Jason says one of his guns has disappeared. Oh, the lion tail. That's bad. It's bad business having a gun around losing a circus lot. Yes, and I'm not going to put up with it. The first rule I ever made was that only wild animal trainers could carry guns. I've got to find that missing gun, and whoever's got it will hear plenty from me. Does Jason suspect anyone? No, but I do. He and Lorenz have been pretty friendly lately. Oh, you mean that night throw? Yeah. Well, I wouldn't trust him any further than I could throw an elephant. That's right. But you'll have to admit Lorenz is a big attraction. A big attraction to the audience, maybe, but a lot of grief for us. Well, thank heavens I've got a right-hand man I can trust. Thanks, boss. You can calm me into the last blowdown, and don't you forget it. Thanks, Jim. Say, boss, there's a kid looking for you. Oh, well, what does a boy want? I don't know, but he's been hanging around since before lunch. He's got some kind of a letter for you. Where is he? There he is, boss, over there by Larry. See him? Oh, yes. All right, thanks. Come, gentlemen, I'm the wit shell with the little black pea. Money never grows in your pocket. Oh, young man, looking for me? Sorry, but we're not taking on any new hands. Geez, so you're Mr. Randall. I didn't know you anywhere. Dad sure described you. Oh, I forgot. I got a letter for you. Let's see. Oh, here it is. Oh, just a minute, son. Not Tim Duggan's boy. Well, sure enough, you've got your dad's grin all over your little freckled face. Well, well, well. You know, I heard some time back that Tim had a boy. Let's see what's on his mind here. If things don't break and I'm gone before you get here, take care of my boy. He's been brought up with horses and the circus is in his blood. He'll tell you all about it. Where is your dad? He's not... He died last week. Oh, I haven't seen him for years. Tim Duggan. Great showman you're a dad and don't you ever forget it. Well, what's your name, son? Jerry. Jerry Duggan. And so you want to join the circus? I sure do, Mr. Randall. Well, what can you do, Jerry? Well, dad taught me some tumbling before he got sick. And then, of course, I worked a lot with horses. Yeah. And after mother died, the doctor said dad couldn't do much hard work. So he and I got a job taking care of some race horses. Dad said I was a big help, too. Well, that's well. Now, look, Jerry, we're folding here tonight and I've got a lot of things to tend to. You run along home now and get your duds. I'll put you up somehow. You'll probably have to carry water for the horses at first, but, well, we'll see. I'm sorry, Mr. Randall, but I... I haven't got any things. Well, what do you mean? Well, you see, after we were rumored and funny to a place and, well, after all I heard the landlady say she couldn't keep me any longer. You see, dad already ordered more in a week's time. Nice woman, huh? She said something to a neighbor about an orphan asylum. Well, well, Rags and me, we let out that night and we've just been hiding daytime waiting for the circus to come to town. Oh. Well, this dog here isn't Rags by any chance. Yeah. Isn't he a beauty? He's Pure Air Dayland, chief dog, and dad said something about a police dog. He didn't wonder if your dad was right. He's awful smart. Kind of little for having such a big ancestor, don't you think? Come to think of it. Dad did say something about poodle blood. That's why he's so quick at tricks. Well, I'm not sure I can put up the dog, but come on now, I want you to meet Bucks. I... Well, I... I guess I can't go after all. Golly, I... Well, now what? Well, you see, me and Rags, well, we sort of been taking care of each other and I guess we still... Well, all right, come on. We'll take him. No boys worth his salt without a dog anyhow. Come on on now, we'll catch Bumps while he's making up. Bumps? Who's Bumps, Mr. Randall? The greatest clown in the business. You know your dad, too. I guess he'll be in his wagon. Oh, so that's where you sleep in wagons, huh? No, no, but some of the wagons are used for dressing rooms. We all sleep on the train. Oh. Bump shares his dressing room with Decker and Lorenz. I guess you won't be in the way there. Decker and Lorenz? What do they do? A night-throwing act and a good one, too. She... Imagine really being with a circus. Here we are, Jerry. Here's Bumps' makeup wagon. I think you can make room for this boy. It's Tim Duggan's boy. His name is Jerry. Tim Duggan? Oh, I haven't heard of him for years. Put it here. Any son of Tim Duggan ought to be all right. The old acrobat? How is he? He, uh, died Bumps last week. No. Oh, uh, is this your dog, son? Yeah. Isn't he a beauty? Well, he's a friendly little mutt. Does he go with the boys' hand? I guess he does. Isn't that funny, Jerry? I've been wishing for a dog for weeks. Have you? I sure have. Looks as if he thinks I might do, too. Curling up on my feet like that. He sure made himself at home. Well, I'm going to be tied up to laugh at the show, Bumps. Keep your eye on Jerry. Sure will, son. Uh, you can go and watch the show, Jerry. I'll tell the man on the gate to let you in. See you later. Gee, thanks for everything, Mr. Landlord. All right, then. So, so you're Tim Duggan's boy, huh? Oh, where do I finish this makeup? I don't want to watch. No, of course not. Gee, that's funny. You think stuff? Don't you have any lips at all? No, just a thin line. Why don't you put all that white stuff around your eyes? Oh, make some look blank. You know, kind of sad-like. What's that lumpy nose made out of? Well, that's putty. Isn't it uncomfortable? Gee, you look funny. Rags down is all right. It's still the same fella. It's still Bumps. Well, that's it, rags. Wags are terrible. You see plenty of makeup before you're much older. Gee, I don't see how you can do it so fast. Listen, Jerry, when you put on one makeup for nearly 25 years, you'll be able to do it in a couple of shakes, too. Oh, oh, hello, Lorenz. Meet Jerry, a friend of mine, and his dog, Rags. I don't like dogs. Go on, beat it. Oh, here, wait a minute, Lorenz. Jerry and his dog are going to share the wagon with him. You think? The boss thinks. Now, where did Gekko put the knives? How many times do I tell him to put them in the top drawer of this prop box? Well, here they are, in the bottom drawer. This drawer is not for knives. Rags, come away from there. Well, he's a curious little monkey, isn't he? Too curious. What are you looking at? There's nothing for dogs to see in this drawer. Anybody else here, then, that goes for you, too, boy. This prop box is my private property. Get out of here, dog! Rags! Don't kick him. Oh, that's me, eh? Rags! Get Lorenz, drop that knife, you fool. Don't throw a knife at my dog. I'll fix him, so he won't growl. Let go of my arm, you. I won't till you put down that knife. You little fool. Don't you strike that boy, Lorenz. Rags! Oh, oh, oh! Oh, he bit me. That girl bit me right under his toe. Am I throwing out? Oh, no, don't get excited. Lorenz is just a little scratch. Scratch nothing. I fix that dog. Oh, oh, there goes the rope. We'll open the number, Jerry. Now go on. Go on now and see the show. Yeah, I... I mean, I... You'll... Hit it! Well, no. You come back here after the show's over, Jerry. Come on, Rags. Well, listen, Lorenz, you've got to control that temper of yours. You can't be throwing knives around. Yeah, grab that dog, tearing my wrist. He could have crippled me so I could never throw another knife. Oh, but he didn't. That's the same. I'm not going to dress in a place with a dog that will bite me every time I turn around. Oh, well, golly, it's time for my act. I got to get on over to the main tent. And don't you worry about the dog, Lorenz. You and he'll be good friends yet. Friends, not him. He won't have time to be friends. I'll get rid of that dog before we leave this place if it's the last thing I do.