[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?
F Froggy
Are you kidding?
We can't sit down my good man.
W Mr. Welling
And what may I do for you?
We wanna take out a hefty loan.
W Mr. Welling
Course, of course. Do you have an account with us?
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!
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!
F Froggy
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!
F Froggy
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.
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)
[The Little Rascals' clubhouse is a special place. It is big and roomy, and it sits all by itself on a weed-filled lot. It has taken the Rascals a lot of work to get it just the fashion they want. But the best fact about the clubhouse is...girls are never, ever allowed inside. This afternoon, the Rascals are holding an emergency meeting of their club, the He-Man Woman-Haters. Spanky, the club's president, has sent out their dog Petey with the message. Emergency meeting. Be there or die, reads the note. From all over the town, boys stop what they are thinking and hurry to the clubhouse]
F Froggy
You're alright...you're alright...you're alright...
[Froggy lets all of his friends in. But suddenly, Butch and Woim show up. Butch is the biggest bully in town. Woim is his sidekick. And now, Froggy faces them, gives them raspberries, and went inside the clubhouse before closing the door behind them]
You did it, Alfalfa! You won!
F Froggy
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.
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?
Well, don't that beat all.
