 It's the Roy Rogers Show! HAPPY TRY! 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 ranch. 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? And now, here's our story. Almost midnight in a small western prison. There are footsteps in a corridor. A flashlight pokes its beam into each of the iron-barred cells. The guard finishes his tour of inspection and reports that all prisoners are accounted for. End of the prison yard, a large tarpaulin-covered supply truck moves out as the heavy gates open. Well, Louis, we spent a couple of months in that confounded prison, but we're out of it now. Where are we going, Mr. Corky? Eh, we'll take over this truck pretty soon and head for Paradise Valley. Oh, but someone might recognize us. I ain't been seen without a full beard for better than forty years now. But as soon as I can see the pair of scissors and a razor, my cheeks will be as smooth as the top of your head. Gosh, what do you look like, Mr. Corky? Probably look like an old turnip. An old turnip with a southern accent. Well, why are we going back to Paradise Valley? Why don't we try someplace new? For one thing, we got a foolproof hideout in Boulder Canyon. For two things, I always wanted to play me a fiddle at a New Year's Eve square dance. And for three things, I got a good evening with that Roy Rogers fella. If it hadn't been for him, you and me had never had to register at that confounded iron hotel. Little trouble getting my breath. Hey, Pat, that old fiddle player you dug up is a whiz buying it. He's certain. He looks like an old turnip, but he's a mighty fine fiddle. Say what's his name, Pat? It's Floater Lee. He says his ancestors migrated here from Virginia right after the Civil War. I never heard of a Lee family in the valley. Well, he says he lives way down at the southern end. Are you about ready to call a square dance, Roy? Sure, I'd like to. Time for only about one more before midnight. Well, come on up then. I'll introduce you to Floater. You know, he was telling me he was mighty anxious to have you call a number so as to get all the folks to dance. All right, come on. Let's go. I partner this time, Pat. Why, sure, Dale. I've been waiting to get Red or Roy so as I could have a chance. Howdy there, Mr. Greedy. You all having a good time? Yeah, we all sure are. Floater, I want you to meet my friend, Roy Rogers. He'd like to call the next dance. Well, Mr. Rogers, sir, this is indeed a pleasure. Well, thank you. We're sure getting a big kick out of your plan. Mr. Lee, this is Miss Evans. Always a pleasure to meet a beautiful lady. They don't raise them any prettier than you in Virginia. My goodness, thank you. Hey, how about Tennessee Wagner, Floater? Do you know that one? That is, in my opinion, the finest square dance tune ever written. I'll give you my special introduction to it. Now, where do we go? Come on, Pat. Let's get in right at the very start. I'm with you, Dale. See you later, Roy. All right, everybody, grab your partners for an old time square dance and get out on the floor. We need about two more couples over there on that side. Everybody ready? Let her go, Floater. Seconds until New Year. Down and sing it in, huh? I'll be saying goodnight to some of the people and I'll meet you right here. Gee, it's too bad old Mr. Lee had to leave before the last dance. Yeah, the band didn't sound half as good without him, but he said he had a long trip and he only staged up past midnight once a year. He was all kinds of fun. See you in a minute, Roy. All right. Some muzzlers playing a joke on us. There ain't a gun holster or a gun left in the cloakroom. What's that? Well, the deputy was in there all night, wasn't he? Well, he came out to watch you call a square dance and stayed to sing old Lang Syne with all of us. Well, sir, we started out to have a happy New Year and we're going to. As soon as we locate about 40 pairs of 45. It's handy dandy candy. The three honey bears you see on the front of every sugarcress package. Hi! Oh, sugarcress! Right. Sugarcress is the cereal treat that's fun to eat. And our three sugarcress bears can tell you why. Sure. As a cereal, it's dandy. For snacks, it's so handy. Or eat it like candy, right out of the box. Yes, sugarcress is so good because it's nourishing puffed wheat. With a candy-like coating of sugar and honey. And sugarcress is just sweet enough. You don't need sugar. Just add milk or cream and have a feast for breakfast. And sugarcress is ideal for snacks. Quick and easy to fix whenever you're hungry. Or eat it right out of the package like candy. It's good. And it gives you quick food energy. So listen to the three little sugarcress bears who say, As a cereal, it's dandy for snacks. For genuine post-sugarcressp in the red, white, and blue package with the three bears on front. Buy sugarcress tomorrow. The Paradise Valley New Year's Eve Square Dance ends on a sour note when a sneak thief steals all the guns from the cloakroom. It is early the next morning in the Eureka Cafe. And evidently, the guns were not all that was stolen. Of all the rotten, no-account things to do, that fellow was the worst thief in the world. Now, Pat, you'll get Nellie Bell back. Well, I just hope so. I couldn't get along without her. She's the sweetest little jeep that ever was made. Why don't you get to work and take your mind off Nellie Bell? Roy'll figure out who stole her. You know, I don't think we even ought to open up today. Well, hey, the sheriff just gave me some mighty interesting information. Has he found Nellie Bell Roy? Did he locate the stolen guns? No, but he gave me a lead so maybe we can. Where are we going, Roy? We're going to look for a fiddler, your friend, Flutter Lee. Flutter Lee? That nice old fellow? Oh, he wouldn't have stolen the guns or Nellie Bell. I know he couldn't have stolen the guns, Roy. He was playing right up there in front of everyone every minute while the deputy was out of the cloakroom. I know, but he could have had an accomplice. It turns out that Flutter Lee is a mighty smart man. Well, I suppose we could look him up. He said he lives way over at the south end of the valley. We're saddling up and heading to the north end, Pat. We're going to Boulder Canyon. Boulder Canyon? Or the last time we were there? The last time we were there is when you bought a map to a lost gold mine. Yeah. And it led us into plenty of trouble with that darn old Corky Lewis fella and that great big strong-armed man of his. But I don't see what that's got to do with Flutter Lee. Well, the sheriff told me that Corky Lewis and his friend Louis made a jailbreak about five days ago. Now, Corky had a beard when we saw him before, but when you think of it, he and Flutter were about the same size. Hey, that's right. And Corky was a fiddler. In fact, he bragged about how good he was. Yeah. Corky. Flutter. I think that special introduction to the square dance last night was a signal that the coast was clear. And I've got to hunch that when we finish singing old Langzine, the old fiddler and his partner took Nally Bell and skipped with about $4,000 worth of guns. You mean we were singing should old acquaintance be forgot? And all the time our old acquaintance was old Corky Lewis? That's just what I think. And our old acquaintance may be gone, but he's certainly not forgot. Now, let's saddle up as fast as we can and head for Boulder Canyon. Roy, I think we should have brought the sheriff in our posse. Maybe we should at that. Finding anyone in Boulder Canyon is like looking for a pearl button in a snowstorm. I didn't want the posse. Catching Corky is my own personal project. And somehow I think Corky's personal project is catching me. You figure Corky's going to show us where he is? Well, he didn't make any attempt to cover Nally Bell's tracks driving here to the canyon. But they disappeared when we hit rock. You know, he'd better not have done anything to Nally Bell. That's all I've got to say. What's that? It's Corky and his fiddle. He's up there in those rocks somewhere. Hey, look out! The horse is quick! It's Corky all right, and he's got that strong arm partner of his with you. Well, he certainly must be strong to be able to shove these big rocks around like that. Shelter right now! Move your horses around. We've passed an overhang about 25 yards back. It'll be a fine place to leave Dale and the horses and pull it. Leave me? What are you talking about? Climbing around these rocks is no job for you, Dale. Hey, we'd better take Bullitt with us, hasn't we, Roy? He's mighty good at tracking. Yes. Well, here we are. We'll, we'll trigger. We'll, we'll, we'll. See how that big ledge jets out? Stay under the overhang, Dale, and you'll be perfectly safe from falling rocks. It's fine, and I can see anyone who comes from either direction. Oh, Corky's calling us again, Pat. Yeah, I just wish I'd hear Nellabel calling me. Say, Dale, take one of my guns as an extra, and if you need us, fire two shots. Don't worry about me, Roy. I'll be fine. Just remember we're up against a mighty smart customer, and he's got a mighty tough partner. Come on, Pat, Bullitt. Let's find that fiddle and will of the wisp. Oh, lady, this is the most welcome surprise I've had since I left the plantation. I remember you from the dance last night. I'm Floater Lee. Sorry, I can't say at your service, ma'am. Come off that Floater Lee stuff. You're Corky Lewis, and we both know it. Little lady, you're so right. Looks like I'm caught up with it last. What's the matter? I thought Louis was the best friend. He threw this big boulder at me and pinned me down here and made off with all the guns we stole last night. Oh, please help me, little lady. I'm in terrible pain. Oh, he... Well? I'll confess again to Rogers, to the sheriff, to anyone, anytime you say, but please help me out of here. I'm sure my legs broke. I don't trust you. Then I don't blame you. No, I've been a terrible man all my life, but you can see for yourself how I'm pinned down here. Well, I can't move that rock. I'd better signal Roy and Pat. They can free you. Joy, anything you say, little lady. Only won't you please see if you can't do something for the pain first? It's so bad. I shouldn't feel sorry for you, but... Well, I'll see what I can do. If you could just maybe get my little shoe off, my foot sticking out there and ankles swelling up, something fierce. I'll try. Now. Oh, God! You only didn't have these laces knotted so tightly. I'll have to use both my hands. Oh, please treat me gently, little lady. Oh, I wish I'd faint so I could stand the pain, but... Oh, wait a minute, Mr. Corky. I've got this. Good boy, Louise. You can't grab your guns, lady. When Big Louis got you, he'll stay put. Go ahead, kick me. I can't hardly feel it. Get the ropes around her, Louise, and move this confounded boulder away from her leg. Sure, Mr. Corky. That stone don't hurt, does it? No, but I sure can't move. Listen, you may have tricked me again, Corky, but you didn't get away with it before, and you won't this time. Because as soon as Roy finds out... As soon as Roy just finds us, I'll take care of him, too. I've always wanted to leave him sealed up in one of my caves. In this time, I'm going to do it. It's coming from the other side of this tunnel. Right. And it'd be an awful lot quicker to go through the tunnel and to climb up over this rock formation. Roy, look. Up there in the open at the other end. There's Nellie Bell. Sure enough. They must have driven her through the tunnel and parked her on the other side. Let's go get her. Now, wait a minute, Pat. Nellie Bell's parked close to what looks like a pretty steep cliff. If we get through the tunnel and then find, we can't get out of there. Whoa, why couldn't we get out? There's daylight. There's bound to be a clear in there. I guess you're right. I hate to just walk into a place where Corky Lewis has led us, as long as it's open on the other side. Well, let's go through the tunnel. Let's go with our guns drawn. Come along, bullet, but be quiet. Corky and his friends are up to their old tricks. They've sealed off the opening we used to get into this tunnel. Hurry before they do the same thing to the other end. Yeah. Right, Roy. Only a couple more feet now. There we are. We're in the open. Oh, Nellie Bell. Am I ever glad to see you? Are y'all right, girl? Wait a minute, Pat. We're not in the open. We're in an opening, but there are sheer 25-foot walls on three sides of it. All right, Corky. Let's see if you dare show yourself up there. Of course I dare show myself. I ain't afraid of your guns. Yeah, we got a direct beat on you, Corky. And with a sneak-thief like you, maybe we wouldn't mind shooting. No, I wouldn't care if he did. What's that? Roy, do you suppose they got Dale? Of course we got Dale. You do just exactly as I say. It'll go mighty hard with her. What if I don't believe you, Corky? But right now, let's hear from Handy Dandy and Candy the three sugarcrisp bears. We're the sugarcrisp bears and we want you to meet the grandest treat you ever did eat. Post-Sugarcrisp. As a cereal, it's Dandy. Sugarcrisp bears are so right. Post-Sugarcrisp is a honey of a new cereal. It's already sweetened, so you don't need sugar. Just add milk or cream. And, mother, sugarcrisp is ideal for snacks when the youngsters are hungry between meals. Made of nourishing puffed wheat coated with energy-rich honey and sugar. Or they can eat it just like candy right out of the box. Be sure to ask for genuine Post-Sugarcrisp in the red, white, and blue package with the three bears on it. What do we do, Roy? If we try to shoot that big fellow through Dale right down here with us? I know that, Pat. We can't take a chance on using our guns. You got up mighty early this morning, but you can't get up early enough to outsmart Corky Lewis. Not twice, that is. I throw her down whenever you say, Mr. Corky. All right, Corky. What do you want us to do? First of all, toss your guns down somewhere or I can keep an eye on them. I don't trust you. Yeah, we don't trust you either. Never mind for now, Pat. Do as he says. All right. Well, I really don't want to harm last look at these two fellas that we like. You know what? You want you to start filling up this hole with boulders. What? Roy, he's going to start throwing boulders down here at us. And if we go back in the tunnel to keep from getting hit, there won't be no time at all until he's got this entrance plugged up, too. Well, there may be one way out, Pat. What is it? Keep an eye on me. I'm going to make a fast move and when I do, grab a gun and cover Corky. Hey, Rogers, what you doing with that bro? Well, now take it easy, Corky. I'm not going to risk having my dog hit by one of these boulders. I want him in the tunnel. All right. Try the confounded dog and take him in the tunnel. Happy, smothering dog free of you. You don't have to. Here come when you call him. I'm not going to throw the rope onto it. I'm going to throw it up around... Ah, Dale! Grab a gun that fast. I'm going up. Rogers! I'm coming up, Dale. There you shall. Oh, no! Oh, no, Mr. Corky. Not even for you. I get hurt. There, now, Dale. We'll get that gag out of your mouth and get you out of this. I'll work my arms loose, brothers. It's a good thing you're as big as you are, Louis. I couldn't have pulled myself up here in a smaller man. There, Dale. Wiggle out and help Pat cover Corky. You bet I will, Roy. He's a meanest little weasel. This time I'll punch you inside out. All right. Try it. I'm still going to go for that stuff. Spending jail must have softened him up. I think he was tougher the last time. Look, Rogers. You and me ought to talk a little business. I'd still like a man like you on my staff. It's the same answer, Corky. And if you don't quit saying that, I'm liable to forget myself and throw one more punch. Oh, all right, all right. I didn't see any harm in asking. Roy? Louis will wake up pretty soon, Pat, and we'll let him work some more. Yeah, we'll make him move the boaters away from the entrance to the tunnel. Then you can drive out. Well, the only thing is, I just looked in the gas tank, and it's empty. Never mind that, Pat. First, we'll make Corky show us where he hid the guns he stole last night. Then we'll hitch Louis to Nelliebell, cover him with all the artillery, and he can pull you back to Mineral City. It'll be a nice change from the rock pile he and Corky are going to be working on. Happy New Year, Corky. Happy New Year. 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. The Roy Rogers Show was brought to you tonight by Post-Sugar Crisp, the cereal treat that's fun to eat. Fellows and girls, remember Roy's good advice and ask Mom to bring home Post-Sugar Crisp in the red, white, and blue package with the three bears on the front. You'll love Post-Sugar Crisp. For quick two-minute energy for work and play, how about Grape Knot's Flakes? How about him? How about him? 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