Hopping the Bells

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Well, what do you say? Let's take a look at it.

Front, front, front, front, front, front.

For mercy sakes, Eddie, what's got into you? Gracious.

Just trying to slap some efficiency into this dugout.

It's dying on its feet, Pop.

I'll be dying on my feet.

I'm going to be a headache if you don't quit pounding that bell.

This is the new front system me and Ab are putting in.

See, I pop the bell.

Got it? And Ab hops off the bench and gives them service.

See, Bell? Pop.

Well, of all the fool contraptions.

Big town stuff, Pop.

And wait till you see Ab in his new uniform.

Boy, is he hot.

Look around and you will find every cloud is silver one.

Oh, my chop.

Dash it all.

There goes another dish.

Deal.

I've often sung to meself I've sung.

Mighty nice of Mr.

Hemingway helping out when the cook left this morning.

Sounds plenty happy too, Pop.

Help me.

Oh, my poor head.

Gracious.

I wonder what's happened.

Better go out and look, Pop.

Come on.

Come on, Pop.

Help me.

Hey, what's the idea, hemmy old top trying to wreck the joint? Mercy sakes, Mr.

Hemingway.

What's happened? Oh, dear.

I'm all over Twitter.

Really, I am.

Run.

Oh, your horse is a...

It's a great trick, kid, but where you been? I've been trying to get into this monkey's cell.

That's where I've been, if you want to know.

Come on over here.

Let's have a look.

Well, that's class, hemmy old boy.

What I mean.

It just fits our purpose.

Yeah, but it don't fit me too good.

Never mind the wisecracks.

Here, take this letter to the guy next to the no room.

What do you mean, no room? Oh, didn't I tell you? You know the big closet in the hall upstairs.

Yeah? So what? So I eased in a bed and a washstand and pressed bell.

An extra room.

Sam's up there now knocking a window in the back wall.

I think of everything.

Yeah, everything but Mrs.

Hammond, wife.

What she got to do with it? Nothing.

Only all Sam's doing is knocking a hole in our bathroom.

Hoo, hoo.

For the love of Pete, hop up there and stop him, hab.

I got to mind the test.

Maybe if you minded your own business around here, it would be better, maybe.

Watch your step, kid.

Whoop.

There.

Where'd it go? Oh, there's a bed.

Ah.

Gee, Eddie, this is no time to sit down.

I smell something burning.

Go on, I'm not sitting down, kid.

You ain't following me.

Come on, Eddie.

Oh, Zay, it's frightfully warm in here.

Don't you think? Gracious John.

That's an awful smelling pipe of yours.

What you talking about, Jack? It ain't even lit yet.

That shows you what prejudice will do for you.

See this smoke, Eddie? Look, Eddie, the place is on fire.

Gee.

Maybe Sam left a cigarette in the closet or something.

Open the door, kid.

Cigarette, nothing.

The place is all ablaze.

Come on, let's go down and phone in the alarm.

Okay, kid.

I don't care if your pipe is lit or not.

I smell something burning, John.

Oh, merciful heavens.

Here I've been idling away and completely forgetting my kindly duties.

I must be off.

Toodle -doo.

Never mind, poor old Doan and not the mist of Hammon Way.

All upstairs is on fire.

Gee.

Fire? Mercy.

Eddie, for heaven's sake, what's happened? The joint's on fire, Pop.

Fire? Gracious.

My word.

Hold on now.

As Captain and the Rosebud volunteers, I'll take command, Zank.

Come on, everybody.

Out to the barn and get ladders of water and climb up the bales.

I mean, oh, come on.

I'm coming, son.

Right, Sgt.

Cole, and keep the fire ahead.

Aye, aye, aye.

Now hold your horses.

We'll do this regulation matter.

Turn it? I'm trying to.

What? Here.

Hold on.

Hey, Pop, never mind the hose.

The fire is...

I mean, there wasn't any fire.

I mean...

Oh, gee.

Gracious, what are you talking about, son? Most of the smoke was from Mr.

Hammon Way's cooking.

Oh, dear me.

My mutton chops.

Wait a minute, Hammy, old boy.

I'll go with you.

Hey, wait a minute, Eddie.

I want you to tell about the stovepipe.

Gracious, son, what's all this mystery about? This is the pipe that was cut out of the wall to make a window.

I mean, oh, come on to the kitchen.

Eddie can explain you.

Gracious, come on, John.

Let's see what it's all about.

Oh, they're utterly ruined, Eddie.

They do small kind of well done.

My word.

I'm all over Twitter.

Really, I am.

Eddie, Abner tells me you can explain about this piece of stovepipe here.

Wait a minute, Pop.

I want to see what's burning up here.

Mammy! Well, you boys seem to be having a lot of trouble.

Hammy, next time you want to cook, get a cook.

Okay, can do.

I'll see you subsequently.

Identifier

F.2005-01-0175

Date Of Production

1932

Abstract

Bizarre film starring Phil Cook’s puppet marionettes in a hotel setting. Begins abruptly due to missing footage at beginning of reel.

Run Time

0:06:48

Format

16mm

Extent

245 feet

Color

B&W

Sound

Optical

Reel/Tape Number

1/1

Has Been Digitized?

Yes

Language Of Materials

English

Element

Genre

Comedy

Form

Animations
Short

Subject

Vaudeville

Related Collections

Subseries II: Collected Professional Films

Related Places

North America ➜ United States

Main Credits

Riskin, Everett (is producer)

Additional Credits

Riskin, Everett (is contributor)

Participants And Performers

Cook, Phil (is actor)

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