Tale of a Dog
Tale of a Dog is a 1944 Our Gang short comedy film directed by Cyril Endfield. It was the 219th Our Gang short to be released, and the penultimate film in the series. Tale of a Dog was actually sold to theaters by Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer not as an Our Gang comedy, but as part of its MGM Miniatures variety series.
Plot
Buckwheat finds his friend Big Shot Jones moping about the train yard: it seems that Big Shot's father has ordered him to get rid of his dog. Instead of taking the dog to the pound, Big Shot intends to have him stow away on a train to Alabama. Buckwheat instead talks Big Shot into letting the gang adopt the dog, whom they name "Smallpox" (opting for a more unique name for the spotted dog than "Spot"). However, when Froggy, Mickey, and Janet overhear Buckwheat and Big Shot's plans to "surprise them with S/smallpox," they fear the worst and call all their friends and the Greenpoint Board of Health. A panic grips the small town, with the gang's parents worried about their whereabouts and well-being, and the rest of the neighborhood kids running away from Buckwheat and Big Shot wherever they turn up.
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Hey Mr. Dancing, my drink is on a short leash
My mouth is a cold sore display case
Here's a tip, you could take a lot of abuse
If you exchange your skin for leather
All over town they've got these like messenger girls
That ride around on inner tubes
Their asses are all scraped up
Their eyes cold kick me off the bus y'all
One honey donut and your lips are stuck to the seat
You close the door on
My machine girl, woh, you laugh a lot and run around
I'm out of fun and stuck here, down
My machine girl, woh, you laugh a lot and run around
I'm out of fun and stuck here, down
Another tempting tail in the back
The ghost of my mom is in the telephone
Look at that blind evil Rapunzel
Taking care of the guy who beat her up
Ooh, I hope you call soon nothing's right
I cab it to the bathtub
Sugar and wine, a dozen sharks
And a bar of soap, of course
One honey donut and your lips are stuck to the seat
You close the door on
My machine girl, woh, you laugh a lot and run around
I'm out of fun and stuck here, down
My machine girl, woh, you laugh a lot and run around