[Stymie and Spanky are disguised as Amish men and walk into the bank; someone holds the door open for them]
Thank you my good man!
W Mr. Welling
[writing]
Six kids, hardworking father, honest and trustworthy. Loan... denied.
W Mr. Welling
Gentlemen, uh, have a seat.
[to Froggy, who is holding him up under the coat]
Can we sit down?
We can't sit down my good man.
W Mr. Welling
And what may I do for you?
Stymie We wanna take out a hefty loan.
W Mr. Welling
Course, of course. Do you have an account with us?
Stymie [nods]
And how!
W Mr. Welling
What is your account... number?
W Mr. Welling
Seven?... seven?
W Mr. Welling
Heard enough.
SA Spanky and Stymie
[Welling pulls the fake beards on Stymie and Spanky]
Ouch!
W Mr. Welling
If you were my kids, I'd punish you!
Stymie If we were your kids, we'd punish ourselves!
W Mr. Welling
Leave the premises post haste!
You can't treat people this way, Mister!
W Mr. Welling
You're not people, you're kids!
Well, hello, Mr. Bubbles.
That's the most disgusting display she-man woman loving I've ever seen!
(the other Rascals agree)
Don't talk to me, you Benedict Arnold! You-You Judas Priest! This is all your fault!
You torched the clubhouse.
And it's all my fault? Say, you're supposed to be guardin’ the go-cart, you muzak-warbling wimp!
Re-lax, you double-crossing mud muncher! I parked it right over there! (runs to show the Rascals the go-cart, but it's not there) It was right here.
Stymie Boy, you're messin’ up left and right.
That's it, you sissified tweety bird! I wish I had a club to throw you out of!
Well, you sewage-swinging slime ball!
If there still was a club, I QUIT!!! Hmph! (storms off)
R4 Rascal 4
Yeah!
(a bubble comes out of Alfalfa's butt, causing the Rascals to laugh)
Stymie [The clubhouse is filled with boys. Laughing and joking, they take their seats on wooden benches. Petey, the dog, and Elmer, the monkey, are there, as well] [takes charge. He picks up his gavel, really a can of beans tied to a stick, and smashes it down on the podium]
Gentlemen and gentlemen, I give you our president, Spanky!
[The boys cheer as Spanky enters the clubhouse and makes his road through the crowd]
How are you? Nice to see you. [whispering] Your fly's undone. [eventually, he arrives at the podium. He takes a deep breath] Vice president Stymie, lead the men in the Pledge of Our Lesions.
Stymie I, Stymie...
Stymie ...Member in good standing of the He-Man Woman Haters Club...
B Boys
Member in good standing of the He-Man Woman Haters Club...
Stymie ...Do solemnly swear to be a he-man and hate women and not play with them or talk to them unless I have to. And especially: never fall in love. And if I do, may I die slowly and painfully and suffer for hours - or until I scream bloody murder.
[Porky then recites this with the other Rascals]
Stymie You did it, Alfalfa! You won!
Gentlemen, let's give Alfalfa a big "Spoley-oley"!
K Kids
Spoley-oley! Spoley-oley! Spoley-oley! Spoley-oley! Spoley-oley! Spoley-oley! Spoley-oley! Spoley-oley!
Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you...
It ain't right! We go through all the trouble of stealing your racer, and you still win! Better brace yourself, because now I'm really gonna kick your butt!
I'm usually a lover, not a fighter, but in your case I'm willing to make an exception.
Stymie Looking good, man.
Hey, there's the guy who risked his neck for us!
I gotta admit, he turned out to be pretty okay, darn it.
Put it in there, pal. You're quite a guy. Us machismo types have a club. The He-Man Woman-Haters Club. Alfalfa, I'm extending a membership offer here. Now, what is it?
W Waldo
You'll be hearing from my lawyers.
Then who's this guy who saved our butts?
Stymie Well, don't that beat all.
