 Ranger Bill, warrior of the woodland, struggling against extreme odds, traveling dangerous trails, fighting the many enemies of nature. This is the job of the guardian of the forest, Ranger Bill. Pouring rain, freezing cold, blistering heat, snow, floods, bears, rattlesnakes, mountain lions. Yes, all this in exchange for the satisfaction and pride of a job well done. Hello, boys and girls. Ranger Bill and all his friends have had a lot of experience with animal problems. Mountain lions, bears, wolves, and a host of others. But in our story today, they're up against a real toughie. The whole trouble in this problem is that the creatures involved carry their own gas equipment. Yes, you've probably already guessed it. Well, let's find out what happens in this story. The eviction of paw and moss gunk. A tall Texan by the name of Arnold Fleming is out at Goose Lake right now looking for a home for his family. Goose Lake is mostly a summer resort area for knotty pine, junction city, and canyon city. But some of the homes are built for year-round living. Arnold's been looking all over the area for a home with the help of a real estate agent by the name of George Sims. Now Arnold's come back to look at a particular house again. Let's drop in on the two men and find out what cooks. Mr. Sims, I sure like this here house. It suits me just fine. Well, I'm glad you like it. But there's one thing I must tell you. Now, see here, man. You all sound like you're trying to discourage me from buying this here house. Not in the least. It's just that I want you to know that... All I know is that I like it. The view's fine. It's close to Lake and it's close to Vittles. And the school is just down the road apiece. Let's go back to your office and you can draw up the papers. I'll go over to the bank and have a certified checkmate. Okay, Mr. Fleming. I guess if your mind's made up, it's made up. Yes, Mr. Sims. As Texans know what we want, we know how to go after it. I want this house. You hear? Yes. Let's go back to my office and we'll close the deal. Well, Mr. Fleming, your furniture is all in the house without a scratch. You all did a fine job of moving, mister. Yeah, thank you. Will you sign this invoice, please? Certainly. There you are. Well, we're showing off now, Mr. Fleming. I hope you enjoy your new home. Thank you for them kind words. That's mighty fine of you. Bye. I'm gonna like it here fine, Daddy. Me too. Boy, look at the light. There must be lots of fish in it. I might have glad you all like this place, children. How do you like it, too? Oh, just fine, Arnold. You sure picked a pretty spot. Who's this old fella coming to see his dad? Well, I don't reckon he'll rightly know, son. We'll soon find out. Howdy, folks. Howdy, sir. Howdy, sir. My name's Abner. I live down the road at the store. The sun runs the place now. Oh, glad to meet you, Abner. Our name's Fleming. This is my daughter, June, and my son, Fred, and my wife, Sue. And my name's Arnold. We all hail from Texas. It ain't hard to figure. You brought the best house on the lake, eh? Yes, sir, we did. Us Texans always do things right. Not this time you didn't, Mr. Fleming. Huh? What y'all mean, Abner? Well, Ferguson's used to live here. They couldn't get him out. Get who out, Abner? Skunks. That's who. I don't understand. Now, Abner, see here, you ain't joking are you? No, sir, ain't. We should work. There's a family of skunks living under your house. They've been there for years. Nobody's been able to get them out. You say they're under the house? Yep, that's where they're being. Oh, well, we haven't anything to worry about, Abner. I thought they was in the house in the way you talked. You plan to move in any house? Certainly. We're not afraid of skunks. Okay, but don't say it didn't warn you. They get mad and let fly. You come out of your house smelling like a barrel of old eggs. Children, it's time you went to bed now. I don't want to go to bed yet. Now you get to bed. You've had a busy day. Do you hear? Yes, Mother. You think there's any truth in old Abner's story about the pesky old skunks, Dad? I'd rather doubt it, son. You know how these old timers are. I like to spin yarns. Well, come on now. You get to bed and no more stalling. Night, Mommy. Daddy? Night, Mom and Dad. Good night, children. Arnold, we've got to buy some rugs tomorrow. I don't like these bare floors. All right, Sue. I'll take you and the children to town in the morning. Arnold, what's that noise? No, Sue. There's no need for you all to get excited. That racket half scared me to death. I'm here to take care of things now. What's the matter, Mommy? What's the matter? What's that smell? I smell it, too. Oh, it's awful. We've got to get out of this house with that skunk gas. We all get out of here now before it gets all over your clothes and people won't get near you. Now get in here. Arnold, you should have opened the window. Well, that wouldn't do a bit of good. Wait till I get my hands on that high-binding real estate agent that sold me this place. What will we do now, Dad? It's cold out here. Well, we'll have to move into the neighbors. In the morning, I'll see what I can do about these here skunks. Slow you down, Arnold. But I got the miseries in my back. You go on ahead if you want. I'll catch up to you. You all take it easy, Edmond. I'm in no hurry to open the door to my house. Just wait till I get my hands on the skin-flint real estate agent. Too bad you didn't listen to me. You never get that skunk smell out of the house for a long time. I guess I got to learn the hard way, Edmond. You'd better stay here. I'll open the door. I think we'll. Just can't move fast anymore. Oh, Rodney, it smells bad, but this is worse. I'll say it's worse. It's worse than a field of cabbage after the first frost. Let's get our way from here, Arnold, before we pick this up in the clothes. Come on. I wish I knew what to do about these skunks. Maybe I can help you. You can? Why, Adnor, I'd be mighty obliged if you would. If we get back to the store, I'll call Bill Jefferson. Who's Bill Jefferson, Adnor? A specialist and a victim of skunks? No, he's Forest Ranger. Best there is. If Bill can't get your smelly friends out, then nobody can. I'd sure appreciate it if you'd call this here, Ranger. And when you're finished, I'm going to call Adnor County real estate and get him out here. I think I'll throw him inside my house. Edward, Arnold? Why not? Then he'd be with his relatives. I got it, fellas. Hello, Ranger Ed Quarters, Bill Jefferson speaking. Hi, hello, Adnor. How are you? That's fine. What? Oh, no. Maybe Bill will swallow the feather and it tickles the stomach. Adnor, I really shouldn't laugh because it's serious. Those skunks probably are ruined. The poor guy's personal belongings. What? Oh, sure. We'll get out right away and see what we can do. Okay, Adnor. Goodbye. Jefferson, what's so fun and funny? What's this about skunks? Well, fellas, as I told Adnor, it really isn't funny. But then again, it is. There's a family of skunks under a house at Goose Lake. It seems as though they won't let anybody live there but themselves. I suppose you're going to go out there and talk to Mon Puskunk and ask him to move, huh? Yeah, that's the general idea, old-timer. Bill, you make joke. I ain't going to get close to any pole cats, honey. Stumpy be reasonable. We're not going to get close to them. You know that. I got close once and had to take a bath every night in the week for a month. Then Momaw made me sleep out in the barn. I didn't mind sleeping in the barn, but I sure didn't like taking all those baths. Stumpy you. Come on, fellas. Let's ride out and take a look. Maybe we can help these folks. Okay, sonny, but if one of those critters raises his tail, I'm going to get, you know what I mean, get good. I'm going to throw you right through that door, George Sims. Anybody that would sell a house with scones in it ought to be tarred and feathered and rid out of town on a rail, you hear? Listen, Texan, you lay a hand on me and I'll have you pinched. I tried to tell you, but you wouldn't listen. Listen to me, you balling maverick. The only thing you told me was the price and where to sign my name. I'm going to heave you right through that door. You touch me and you go to jail. Keep away. I'm warning you. Don't threaten me, you sordor, prairie dog. It'll be worth going to jail to see you get what's coming to you. Hey, old toe. Give me a hand, Ranger. He's twice as big as I am. Rangers. All right, mister. Take your hands off this man. You ought to be ashamed of yourself. I just wanted to make this fella smell like his relative. Now let's cool down and find out what this is all about. Just behave yourself, sonny. We'll get to the bottom of this. I'll tell you what happened, Bill. Arnold here is too hot under the collar to talk sense. That'll be fine, Abner. Go ahead. Well, sir, told, started when Arnold here bought this place. It was Ferguson's house, four. When these folks from Texas came along... So that's the whole story, Bill. Thanks, Abner. Now, mister Sim, you'd better leave while the leaving's good. I think you pulled a fast one, but I'll go into that later. You just go ahead, Ranger. If that man wasn't such a know-it-all, I'd have told him. But I couldn't get in a word edgewise with a crowbar. You should have drove those smelly environments out before you sold the house. Now, see here, sonny, if you don't get a hold of your blood pressure, we'll just up and skedaddle. Oh, well, no, don't do that. I'll control the south, now on. Then we stay and try to help you. I really think you can get rid of them there, pesky skunks, Bill. Yes, we'll help, Arnold, Abner. It's not our job, but we're always glad to help folks in trouble. I sure appreciate your help. I'm just playing up a tree, and it looks like the skunks will keep me there unless you fellows get me down. Well, I'm not making any promises, but we'll do our best. Are you planning to get those fellows out, Bill? The first step of my plan is to make a phone call. Now, we're going back to town for a while, Arnold. Don't start anything until we get back. Don't fret about that, Bill. I ain't got a hand cream to get perfume to that anti-social gas the skunks put out. Okay, we'll see what we can do to make the skunk family a more acceptable society. Hello, Bill. Dr. Fordham at State University, Stumpy. I'd like to speak to Dr. Fordham, please. Just one more. Thank you. It is fellow skunk specialist, sonny. Not as such old-timer. He's an outstanding chemist and zoologist. One moment, please. I'm ringing Dr. Fordham. All right, operator. Oh, wait. You think he'll be able to tell you how to get rid of skunks? I hope so. Dr. Fordham speaking. Oh, Doctor. This is Bill Jefferson. Well, hello, Bill. How are you? Just fine. How are you, sir? Oh, what are you talking about? You're not old. Oh, well. How can I drive skunks out from under a house? Your house? No, a friend of mine has them under his house. They won't let him move in. They're giving him the gas, huh? Yeah. More than he can bottle, too. Well, really, it's nothing to laugh about. Hey, why don't you try mothballs, Bill? Will they do the trick? They should. But you know how skunks are. Yeah, they're used to strong smells. All right. Well, they don't smell with the same organ that they make gas with. That's a good thing. They'll be trying to run away from themselves. That's right, Bill. Mothballs, huh? Well, we'll try it. Thanks for your help, sir. Well, that's quite all right, Bill. If it doesn't work, let me know. I will. Goodbye. Who ever heard of driving out skunks with mothballs? That's like using flypaper to catch grizzly bears. What in the world is that gear you're taking out of the car? Looks like you're getting ready for a rainstorm. We ain't getting ready for no rainstorms, honey. This is our battle gear for a skunk war. Well, you see what else we brought? Well, a gas mask. Sure. You don't think I'm going to put my bare face under your house without this over it, do you? You think the gas mask will keep the odor out? I don't know, young fella. When they see me coming with this mask over my face, they'll probably drop dead from fright. They think you'll mend from Mars. I'll tell you how you'll know if this gas mask works or not, huh? How's that something? When one of them fellas swings his caboose around and aims his tail at me, well, the first whiff of the skunk perfume I get through the mask, I'm coming out from under the house. In fact, the house will move right off its foundation. As if I come out from under it, I'm really coming out. Yes, sirie Jenkins! Let's get down to work, fellas. First, I want to carry out Arnold's clothes and his family's, too, and we'll carry out the upholstered furniture and store it in the garage. Then we go to work and put down the mothballs under the house. You really going to crawl under the house, Bill? No, Arnold, we're not. With your permission, we'll open up the floor in strategic places and drop the mothballs down. That's okay with me. Anything to get rid of them pesky skunks. You bring along some extra gear so I can help y'all? Yeah. We'll have your outfit sorted out in a minute. Oh, gear already now, Bill. Well, those poor guys don't take these things for candy and come back for more. Put the mothballs down here, Stuffy. Okay, sirie. Well, you want me to tear up the floor next, Bill? I'll make a hole in the kitchen floor, Gray Wolf. Okay, I do. I think we got enough mothballs under the house except for the kitchen. Quick moment! What did you say? I said this is enough. Ah! Don't forget it. Follow me. Oh, pretty. You think we'll ever get that order off the rubber gear, sonny? No, sure. We'll wash off old-timer. And wash off rubber easier than off-skin. Oh, those white-striped kitties are getting some of their own medicine. When they get out in the woods smelling like mothballs, none of their relatives will come near them. I sure haven't seen any of them running out from under the house yet. On given time, mothballs not work as fast as skunk gas. That's true. But I hope this year's stuff starts working soon. When are the skunks going to leave? I'd like to get back in my room, Dad. Yes, Daddy. You said the mothballs would drive them away. You all have to be patient now. Bill didn't make any promises. Well, we can't stay with our neighbors forever, Arnold. I reckon you're right. Maybe the skunks will be out in a couple of days. What do you see, Stumby? This house is so big, I can't see them critters. But I sure can smell them. They're still under there, Bill. Might say the same thing. Mothballs not work. The whole family probably put on weight eating the mothballs. It's the best candy they've ever had. Oh, Stumby. Put the can of mothballs out here and see if they don't come out and lean up against it. Now, see here, fellas. I don't like to be on, right? Well, I don't think we're getting anywhere. If y'all don't get results, I will. Well, that, sonny. I'll get a shotgun and go in there after. Don't be foolish, young fella. Stumby's right, Arnold. Let's take it easy. I'm gonna call Dr. Fordham and tell him what happened. He'll have something else we can use. So that's the bad news, Doctor. Stumby says it's the best candy they ever had. Frankly, I don't know. I'd rather doubt it. Well, that's fine. We can pick up the chemicals if you wish. Okay, Doctor. We'll be waiting. Goodbye. Now what, Bill? Let's get a bite to eat and then we'll drive back to the Fleming Zone. Dr. Fordham will be here in a couple of hours. Ah, he better have good idea this time. Or Arnold will get plenty mad. Who do you think the skunks feel? Ever had somebody try to evict you? Get the skunks smell all over your... ...grounding your own sweat from wearing all this rubber clothing. They'll feel like I've been in the shower bath. They'll get plenty hot inside, rubber a gear, all right. Well, Dr. Fordham, we've got the bags of chemicals placed under the house. We put them in the same place as we put the mothballs. Well, that's fine, Bill. Chemicals will probably activate the mothballs as well as generate their own gases. We might as well go home for the night. Nothing's gonna happen till morning. I sure hope this works, Dr. Fordham. I'm getting married as short of patience. I just can't make any promises, Mr. Fleming. I'm not a specialist in driving out skunks, you know. Why don't you charge them rent? Well, I would, old time, if I could get clothes enough to collect. That's right, sonny. These skunks are getting more attention than any of them ever got in history. He's plenty mad. The mothballs aren't doing their job. Dr. Fordham, what are you trying to do to me? I'm trying to get rid of the pests under your house, Mr. Fleming. That's great. All the neighbors are complaining of the odor. From the skunks? Not from the chemicals. Get away from that! Well, you see what I mean? Smell what you mean, sonny. I guess the skunks are dead, but now they're dead. Well, them there critters probably knocked themselves out trying to outsmell the smell that's coming from the chemicals. That's the worst smell I ever smelled. What the use? You fellas have some sense of the hill, but I'm sorry, Arnold. I know you're in trouble. Let's get our gear on, fellas, and take the chemicals out. You can throw them into the lake. It'll dissipate the odor. You'll kill the fish. No, it won't, Arnold. That's still certainly good for getting rid of people. It won't bother fish or skunks. I'm sorry it didn't work, Mr. Fleming. That's all right, doctor. You tried your best. I think I know what'll work for sure. What about Bill? We'll build a wire mesh fence around the bottom of the house and leave only one opening. Outside the opening, we'll put food and water. They'll come out when they're hungry and thirsty enough. Sounds like a good idea. That's to get the material and go to work. I think that there, boys of ours, has a good idea here. Even a pool cat gets hungry and thirsty. I believe this is a workable plan, too, old-timer. Here comes Bill. He and Dr. Fordham must be finished on the other side of the house. That's good enough, fellas. I want to leave a big opening for them to get out. Maybe they go back under house if they get food and water. We'll make a gate and drop it on a rope and pulley after they go for the food. Oh, that'll do it. If you leave the wire mesh around the house, Mr. Fleming, no animals can get underneath it. That's right, doctor. Let's get the bait set and the gate up, fellas. We do right away, Bill. Aaron told me that you've got the right idea now. You saw to make them rascals move? I'll tell you better, two or three days from now. About an hour, we'll be ready to see what happens. Hey, Doc, Bill, how do you plan to split up the watches? I'll take the first watch, and Gray Wolf the second, and you the third. I'll take a turn to setting up. I will, too, Bill. Why should we sleep when you fellas are watching? Okay. It'll make it easier. Well, let's hit the hay, fellas. If your body don't need the rest, your patients will. This is going to be a long wait. Bill, 24 hours have gone by, and nothing's happened. How long can they hold out? No food, no water? Well, they've probably still got some mothballs left to eat, and they've gnawed through the water pipe. Well, they can't go too much longer without food and water, fellas. Well, it better happen soon, because my patients is getting my defense. Bill, I've given you a chance long enough. Now, I'm going to do things my way. I'll get those skunks out of there. Arnold, where are you going? To get my shot done. Oh, don't be foolish, man. Wait a little longer. They can't live in there more than the rest of the day without food and water. Wait, wait, wait. That's all you can say. Well, I'm through waiting, you hear? Look, fellas, there come skunks now. Yeah, what do you know? Here comes Pa and Ma and the three little skunks. Let them eat and drink, fellas. Don't scare them off until they've had their fill. All right, drop the gates, dumpy. Rouse mid them, fellas. Right for the woods. You missed it, Arnold. The skunks came out and they're gone. How are you feeling now, Arnold? I'm feeling mighty fine, Bill. Thanks for all you and your range has did for us. Oh, forget it, Arnold. We're glad to help. Uh-oh. Here comes the real estate agent that I control yourself, Arnold. Hello, Mr. Fleming, Rangers. Hello, Mr. Fleming. Hi, Sims. What do you want, Mr. Sims? I'd like to buy your house, Mr. Fleming. I'll give you a thousand dollars more than you paid for it. Why, you sawed-off groundhog. I wouldn't sell my property to you. Get it easy, Arnold. He's gone. Oh, would you? That's right, Stumpy. It's not the same thing the skunks got. Eviction. You said it, Sonny. Maybe we should have kept the polecats in a bag so that he could take them home with him. Maybe so, Stumpy. Well, the skunk family moved after they'd given everybody a bad time, or I shouldn't say a smelly time. You know, Rangers could have shot or trapped the animals, but they didn't like to operate that way, only as a last resort. Rangers like to treat animals the way we'd want to be treated if we were in the same spot. We'll see you next week for more adventure with... Rangers!