We'd better go through this place from A to Z. Apes. No, no, no, no. No use even asking them.
They wouldn't understand.
They wouldn't?
Uh-uh. Too closely related to humans. Uh-oh! Alligators. Now, there's an idea! [to the alligator about the muzzle] Say, Al? Do you suppose you could nip this contraption off for us?
Glad to oblige. [Opens his mouth wide to the point where Lady's entire head can fit in it]
Whoa, WHOA!!!! [The alligator nearly, and accidentally, bites Lady's head off, but the Tramp saves her at the last second and a hyena laughs hysterically in his cage at both Lady and Tramp] Huh! If anybody ever needed a muzzle, it's him.
TIMBER!!!!
Hey, Pigeon! Look out! [a tree falls over close to the two dogs] Now, what hair-brained idiot would--? [notices a beaver gnawing on the tree] Hey, look! A beaver! Here's the answer to our problem!
Let me see here... 6 foot 6 and 7/16 inches.
Uh... Pardon me, friend! I wonder if you'd do us a little...
Busy, sonny! Busy! Can't stop to gossip now. [tries to push the tree] Gotta slide this sycamore to...the swamp.
Yeah, well, this will only take a second of your time.
Only a second!? L-Listen! Listen, sonny! Do you realize every second 70 centimeters of water is wasted over that spill-way?! [points to his unfinished dam]
Yeah, but...
Gotta get this log moving, sonny! Gotta get it moving! T'ain't the cuttin' takes some time! It's the doggone haulin'!
The haulin'! Exactly! Now, what you need is--
I'd better bisect this section here. [begins gnawing on the log]
What you need is a log puller! [the beaver gnaws loudly] [screaming] I SAID A LOG PULLER!!!
I ain't "deaf", sonny. There's no need to... Did you say, "log puller"!?
And by a lucky coincidence, you see before you, modeled by the lovely little lady, the new, improved, patented, handy-dandy, never-failed, little-giant log puller! The Busy Beaver's Friend!
You don't say!
Guaranteed not to wear, tear, rip, or ravel! Turn around, sister, and show the customer the merchandise. And it cuts log-hauling time 66%!
66%, eh!? [chuckles] Think of that! Well, how does it work?
Why, it's no work at all. You neatly slip this ring into the limb like this... [slips the leash of Lady's muzzle into the limb of the log] and haul it off!
Say, you mind if I slip it on for size?
Help yourself, friend! Help yourself!
Okay, don't mind if I do! [pulls on the rope to Lady's muzzle] How do you get the "consarned" thing off, sonny?
Glad you brought that up, friend. Glad you brought that up. To remove it, simply place the strap between your teeth.
Like this? [puts the strap of Lady's muzzle between his teeth]
Correct, friend! Now bite hard! [the beaver bites the strap of the muzzle, removing it from Lady] You see?
It's off!
Say, that is simple!
Well, friend, we'll be on our way now, so...
Uh-uh-uh-uh! Not so fast now, sonny! [puts on the muzzle] I'll have to make certain it's satisfactory before we settle on a price.
Oh, no! It's all yours, friend! You can keep it!
Uh, I can, huh? I can!?
Uh-huh. It's a free sample. [Tramp is astonished by this remark]
Well, thanks a lot! Thanks ever so... [the log rolls down the hill, causing the beaver to tumble with it; when the log hits the river, it blocks it completely, completing the dam] Say! It works swell! [water squirts out of the beaver's mouth]