"Yes, sir, folks, when the old harvest moon is big and yella and the frost is touching up the pumpkin, it ain't no time for sittin' home." "Man, this is coon-huntin' time." "Now, this here coon-huntin' is a mighty peculiar business." "The hunter's plumb useless by himself." "He's got to depend on an old coon dog with an educated nose." "That old smeller of his is pulled onto a coon, in fact, just like it was a whoppin' big magnet." "Now, some hunters say that a dog sees with his nose." "Well, sir, it's a fact." "And when he starts sniffing' and a-snortin', his old nose is a-pickin' up a television picture that's just a spitting' image of old Mr. Coon." "That vision is so dad-burned real that the old dog starts baying' at it." "And man alive, that coon hunt is on." "Oh, boy!" "Put him up a tree, Pluto!" "Now, when old Mr. Coon hears that dog a-closin' in, the tricks that he figures out to sidetrack the old hound are so fiendish that they're just downright human." "Oh!" "I-I-I got him, Pluto!" "Stick... stick 'em up!" "Hey, what's the big i..." "Oh, gosh, I'm sorry, Mister..." "I mean, Mrs..." "Come on, Pluto." "Yes, sir, coon-huntin' is a mighty interesting sport." "And a coonskin cap means a lot..." "especially to a coon."