The Tom McRawson's Trait Shooters are on the air.
And here comes Tom Mc...America's favorite cowboy!
A Tony Cowboy!
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Starts the day off shining bright
Gives you lots of cowboy energy
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It's delicious and nutritious
Bite-sized and ready to eat
Take a sip from Tom go and tell your mom
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The Tom McRawson's Trait Shooters bring you another episode
In the mystery of the Hurricane Horse!
Even a Tom Mc talks to one of you Trait Shooters
To get your advice about the strange actions of the Hurricane Horse
The horse itself puts in a sudden appearance
Outside the TM Bar Ranch House
And fiercely attacks Tony
We're with Tom and Sheriff Mike Shaw
At reaching the front door and rushing out onto the porch
That's a brassin's tower, though, Tom. Look at him.
That Hurricane Horse is business.
Yes, but so does Tony.
Tom, we gotta do something.
We can't just stand here while them two kill each other.
Now, Tony didn't start this,
But I don't want to shoot that other horse.
He's too good a one.
Only one thing to do and that's to rope him.
Hey, vinegar!
Grab that rope off of the corral, Vince!
I got it! I got it!
Now, hurry up, you're my last season January.
No, it's too late. He's broken away from Tony.
Looks like he's had enough, my heaven.
Yeah, but Tony hasn't, though.
Hey, Tony, turn the boys!
He's just itching to put his brand on the Tamavera corn.
Oh, Tom, come on, come on!
Hey, Tom, where are you going?
After that Hurricane Horse.
All right, Tony.
Cowboy!
Cow!
Almost at the same moment, he bumps into the saddle.
Even as Tony the Wonder Horse rares and plunges ahead onto the chase,
Tom is uncoiling his own lariat,
whose eyes on the Hurricane Horse ahead.
In a moment, we're going to hear a tense and thrilling episode.
But first, would you like to make breakfast as exciting as a circus
and as packed with fun as a three-day rodeo?
Then just do this.
Ask Mother to bring home a red and white checkerboard package
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is bite-sized.
That's right.
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the flavor secret is actually fascinating.
Shredded Ralton packs plenty of cowboy energy,
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So get on the Breakfast Bandwagon.
Ask Mother to pick up a package of shredded Ralton.
She'll be glad to when you tell her it's energy-rich whole wheat,
ready to eat, and tastes so swell,
it makes breakfast the best meal of the day.
Now, we're into battle with Tommy
as he races after the hurricane horse.
Fine, Tony, fine, son. You're gaining on him.
Come on, son.
That horse sure can run, though. It's terrific.
A little more, Tony. A little more, son.
I'll get this rope on him.
Come on, Tony. Come on, son.
Don't let him pull away from you, son.
That's it. That's it.
Another few seconds now.
Now!
I got him!
Ho, Tony! Ho, ho!
Back! Back! Back!
Back! Back!
Come on, boys. Hold him, Tony. Hold him.
I'll get as close to him as I can,
but too much for one man, I'm afraid.
Good. Here comes Mike and the boys.
Hold him strong! Hold him!
Can we get there?
That's easier said than done, partner.
It was well named by Crazy Box.
He's a hurricane on four feet.
All right, boys.
Get as many ropes on him as you can.
And watch it. Stay clear of him.
All right, Tom. All right.
Come on, Mike. Snap out of it. Snap out of it.
Tom, hold me around again, will you?
I ain't never seen such a bold agent, Twitter.
He's red, kid.
Mike, we need a repeat.
Get our rope on him, Mike.
Yeah, Tom. He's wonderful, but he's only two.
The only form and if there ever was one.
Hey, now, what in the name of roses and fleets?
Tom. Tom says a pleasant sourdough.
That quit his started act as gentle as a lamb.
Look at him, Tom. Look at him.
Standing there just as quiet as kindies.
Oh, that's funny.
What could have happened to gentle him down like that?
Exactly.
Don't make sense. It just don't.
Yeah, I'll see if I can't get closer to him now.
Look out, Finnegan. Don't fret, son.
I'm over the next county already.
All right. Hold him, boys. Hold him.
Hey, you, Flairwater.
Get your twine on that foreleg.
All right, take it. I'll do it.
All right.
Hey, it's plain awesome, that's what he was.
Yeah, he is a varmint.
Hey, what's in underation?
Tom, he's doing it again.
One minute he's tearing up the ground in the horn-tossing,
soft-pawing mood, and the next minute he's just as gentle as a baby.
What does it to him, Tom?
If you ask me, you do.
Me?
I think so. It's happened twice now.
If I'm feeding on the wrong range, he's steady down every time he hears your voice.
Hey, I'll close you. You can get to him, Mike.
Yeah, Tom, yeah, yeah.
There, now, now, now. It's all right, boy.
Don't be scared of nothing like that.
Yeah, yeah, we're partners, you and me are.
I know that the minute I set eyes on you.
Yeah, I judge you ain't no killer.
I don't know myself what comes over you,
but I know it ain't right for you to kill.
Mike, look out for underheat. Mike!
Meanwhile, over at Big Indian,
outside that penny arcade you and I paid a visit to yesterday,
another scene is taking place that merits our attention.
You notice that boy who's just coming down the street?
Nice looking fella, isn't he?
Well, that's Buck Anderson, Sheriff Anderson's son.
Buck's a senior at Big Indian High and captain of the baseball team, too.
Very popular guy.
But as he comes down the street,
you can see there's something wrong.
He looks worried, and he keeps one eye on his father's office
at the other end of the street.
As he reaches the door of the penny arcade,
he gives a quick look around and starts to enter when...
Buck!
What? Lucy, what are you doing here?
Buck, what is it? What's wrong? You can tell me.
What are you talking about? Look, Lucy, I...
Buck, I only want to help you.
I know you're in some kind of trouble.
You cut classes yesterday.
Looks like you're going to cut them again today.
Come here.
Well, what's it to you?
It's everything to me. He knows about it.
Well, look, Lucy, I can handle my own affairs, see?
I know you mean it for the best, but don't interfere.
In what?
You'll be late for your own classes. You don't get to move on.
Are you coming with me?
I can't. I...
Oh, Buck, what is it?
What's making you throw everything aside?
Everything that's important.
Do you know how important your classes are this year?
Especially if you want to go to college.
Well, maybe I don't want to go to college, huh?
You don't want to?
No, I know there's something wrong.
Why, don't we plan things together?
The home we're going to have on your married Sunday.
Things like that.
You've always been the one who said we ought to wait till we're finished with college.
You're the one who always said that...
I know what I've said, but...
But what?
Well, look, will you please go away?
Will you please leave me alone?
I got things in my mind. I got things I got to straighten out.
And don't ask questions.
All right, Buck.
I'll be along.
May have to miss the first class history, but I'll make the rest.
Now, don't worry.
Don't worry, Buck.
Oh, okay, I'll try not to.
I'll see you later at school?
Yeah, yeah, sure, I'll see you.
Oh, gosh, when have I gotten myself into?
Well, I got myself into it, and I'll get myself out of it.
Here goes.
Brains and salutations, Buck.
How do you know any of this early?
Mr. Jones Round Volcano.
Yeah, right over there with the jukebox.
Thanks.
Ain't got a cigarette on you, have you?
I don't smoke.
Thought you were giving it up.
Well, now and then, you know how it is.
Take it again for just a puff, maybe?
Yeah.
Mr. Jones?
Look, you've come to argue with me, Buck Anderson.
I'm not arguing, Mr. Jones.
I have to straighten something out with you, that's all.
All right, all right.
You can do that by paying me the $400 you owe me.
Look, Mr. Jones, when you got me into what I thought was a friendly bet on a pinball game...
I got you in a bet.
That's always the same.
Always blaming me for things that I never did.
Just like your father blamed me for something that I didn't do years ago.
Sent me out, too.
Look, Mr. Jones, I don't know anything about that, but...
Well, look, tonight we were betting on the pinball game, and you said let's bet five, let's bet 10, 25.
Yeah.
I thought you meant a nickel or a dime or a quarter.
I didn't know we were betting dollars.
Well, you know it now.
But I can't tell you the $400.
And your father will have to pay it.
Look, that's what I come here to talk to you about.
Please don't go to my dad, Mr. Jones.
If you knew I'd been gambling even when I thought it was just a friendly little bet, I'd...
He'd give you a good larpon with a razor strap.
Is that it?
No.
With anything like that, I could take it.
It's just that while it'd hurt him, it hurt him real deep.
I don't want to hurt my dad, Mr. Jones.
Well, I'll tell you what I'll do.
I'll give you a chance to win it back.
If you mean what I think you do, I...
If you play one game of pinball, we'll bet the whole $400.
Now, if you win...
Yeah, but suppose I don't win.
I'll owe you $800.
Well, that's the chance you take.
I can't afford to take that chance, Mr. Jones.
That's your business.
But I want the $400 you owe me by tonight, or I'll have to go to your father.
I'll just have to.
Well, look, can't you give me a little more time?
You've had a full week already.
Yeah, I know, but...
$400 by tonight, Buck Anderson, or I go to your father.
And don't blame me, either.
People are always blaming me for things that I never...
Hey, Wimper, long call.
All right, all right, Volcano.
Now, Buck, go away and stop bothering me.
Couldn't you give me some tomorrow night?
Tonight! I've waited long enough.
Right there, Wimper.
Where the phone is, Volcano, I know where it is.
Yes, hello.
Yes, Joker, yes, what is it?
Oh, no.
No, you're kidding, Joker.
But how?
Oh, knuckleheaded fool, I knew you'd go too far.
I knew you would.
Tried to kill Sheriff Shaw.
And did he?
Well, that's something to be grateful for.
Now, you listen to me, you pea-brained idiot.
You've got to get that horse away from Mix.
Yes, yes, they're bound to think he's a killer.
And they'll put him out of the way, and that'll spoil my whole plan.
I don't know how you're going to do it, but do it.
You heard me, Joker.
Get that horse away from Mix,
or you'll force me to do something very unpleasant.
Very unpleasant, Joker.
Yes, goodbye.
Blasted fool, let Mix get his hands on the red chestnut.
I knew he'd go too far.
That kind of knocks your whole scheme into a cock-tach, doesn't it?
Well, if it does, if Joker doesn't get that horse back,
I'll have to think of something else.
Yeah, what about Chef Anderson's ship?
That part of my scheme's coming along fine, just fine.
Good. And to come relax and have a smoke down there.
You got a butt?
Are you going to give up smoking or aren't you?
You know how it is, Wimper. You know how it is.
What scheme was Wimpering Jones talking about?
And how did Buck Anderson and the Hurricane Horse figure it?
Say, what about Mike? How badly was he hurt?
We'll know tomorrow, so be sure to be with Tomix and his
Ralston Street Shooters then for the next surprising episode of
The Mystery of the Hurricane Horse.
Say, have you any golf-a-down-and-go breakfast eaters in your family?
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Gives you lots of cowboy energy with a flavor that's just right.
For better breakfast, it's Ralston, one, two, three.
Now mixed was played by Curly Bradley and written by George Lother,
Don Gordon speaking. This is the Mutual Broadcasting System.
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