Farley
:
You know, Merle, we haven't seen our pet ducky in a while. I wonder what happened to Mallard?
Merle
:
I don't know. I saw him going down that way, you know. Then he was gone.
Farley
:
Merle, I've about had it with this people driving through our riverbed. They made a mess of everything and I think it's that fat man's fault, and I think we ought to mark him.
Merle
:
[hits himself on the helmet with the end of a baseball bat]
A brilliant idea.