“Dear me hum suz dud and some slippery eels!” cried Uncle Wiggily. “What is this I have caught without even wetting my hook in the brook? I declare! It’s a fine hat! I’ll take it home and Nurse Jane can fix it up for me! Hats cost money. Now I have a new one for nothing!” Uncle Wiggily’s hook had snatched the hat off the head of the Skeezicks hiding in the bushes. And oh, how surprised the Skee was. Likewise the Pipsisewah. “Come on, let’s grab him quick!” cried the bad chaps. “He’ll catch us on the hook next!” So they got ready to get the bunny.
“Well, I do declare!” cried Uncle Wiggily, as once more he swung his hook and line around his head. “I seem to be having the queerest luck today! First I catch a hat and then I catch a cap. Well, so much the better for me. They are both quite sporty. Now I will not have to buy anything to cover my head all winter. But I must try to catch a fish for Nurse Jane.” The bad Skeezicks and the worse Pipsisewah were dancing up and down, they were so mad. “It’s all your fault!” howled the Pip as he saw his fine cap snatched away. “No, it’s yours!” gargled the Skee.
“Now to see what I catch this time!” cried Uncle Wiggily, as once more, he swung his hook and line around his head. “Come on!” cried the Pip to the Skee. “Come on! This is no place for us! First thing we know he’ll catch us on that hook!” The Skee began to run, saying: “Uncle Wiggily is too good a fisherman for us. We’ll have to try again!” The bunny gentleman had put the hat and cap down on the grass beside him. Then he saw Jackie Bow Wow and Charlie Chick coming along. The puppy dog boy and the rooster chap had caught nothing.
“Oh, Uncle Wiggily! Look!” cried Jackie Bow Wow, as he and the bunny gentleman and Charlie Chick stopped in front of a drug store on their way home from the fishing trip. “Look! Special sale of ice cream cones!” Charlie Chick said: “I wonder how they taste?” Uncle Wiggily, who had not caught any fish, any more than had the puppy and rooster, sort of blinked his eyes. “I wonder how much those gold minnows are?” he said to himself. “I’m going in and ask. I guess I can buy gold fish with silver money. And we’ll see about some ice cream cones, too!”
“Well, Uncle Wiggily, did you have good luck?” asked Nurse Jane, as, standing at the gate of the hollow stump bungalow, she saw Mr. Longears coming back from his fishing trip. “Good luck? I should say so! I caught a cap and a hat, and a glass bowl full of fish.” Nurse Jane laughed. “Did you catch anything, Jackie and Charlie?” she asked. “Ice cream cones,” answered the puppy dog and rooster chap. “They’re better than fish!” And back in their dens the Pip and Skee had nothing but cold potatoes for supper, and they had to wear an old cap and hat.