"Why, you go close to the front door," said the doll, "and pretend that you are coming out. Rattle the knob, you know. Then I'll go to an upstairs window, right over the door, and when the fox is standing there I'll pour molasses on him and he'll be so sticky that he can't even eat a toothpick."
"Fine!" cried Jacko, so he and his brother rattled the door knob.
"Ah! Here comes my monkey dinner!" said the fox, smacking his lips hungry like.
And just then that brave doll in the blue dress opened the window over the fox's head and poured a whole dish pan of molasses on him.
"Wow! Oh, wow! Bow-wow!" cried that fox.
Oh, I wish you could have seen him. He was so stuck up from the tip of his toes to the tip of his nose that he was all kerflumixed and kerflimixed and he ran off in the woods taking his tail with him. So he didn't eat Jacko or Jumpo, and soon they came out, and after thanking the brave doll in the blue dress they went safely home and helped make chow-chow-chew-chew pickles in the chipper-chopper.
Now, in case the tomato can doesn't roll over in bed and fall out on the floor so it bumps the kitty cat's nose, I'll tell you next about Jacko and the train of cars.