And then I sung out,
“They ought to cross the flats,
But they’re advertising hats.”
Then Pee-wee started yelling,
“Oh, Mr. Bull,
Your ad is full
Of scouts and bull.”
“We ought to get a dollar an hour for this,” Warde said.
I said, “Aren’t you satisfied? Haven’t we made you famous? Right away you want to pass the plate.”
“You mean the hat,” Westy said.
“This is the Brown’s Hat Patrol,” Will said. “They’re superstitious, they believe in signs.”
“Listen, here comes the train,” somebody said.