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[Thomas] Aww... slugs again! [Samuel the Narrator] Yes, there were the slugs. Babies, mothers, and grandmothers, besides enormous great fat slugs, all eating away at the juicy leaves. [Mother] Oh Thomas, let's set some traps--some slug traps--and catch them all. [Samuel the Narrator] Did those slugs walk into the traps? No, not one. They just laughed their slimy laugh... [Slugs] Huh-huh, huh-huh... [Samuel the Narrator] ... and went on eating the juicy lettuces. [Mother] Oh deary me, what shall we do? There'll be no lettuce left when little Tim comes home. [Thomas] I know! I've got a good idea. I'll shoot those varmints! [Mother] Thomas! Songtexte [Thomas] I will! I'll shoot them! [Samuel the Narrator] Thomas crept very carefully up the lettuce patch and fired his little gun. [POP! POP!] But did the slugs mind? [Slugs] Huh-huh... [Samuel the Narrator] No, not they. They laughed more than ever in their slimy way. [Slugs] Huh-huh, huh-huh... [Samuel the Narrator] And they ate up all the peas, and then they turned about and went on eating the lettuces. [Mother] Thomas, how are you getting on? We shan't have any lettuce when little Tim comes home. [Samuel the Narrator] They hopped sadly down along the passage into the kitchen of their house... and then Mariah had arrived. [ZAP!] [Interlude] [Slugs] (Squealing.) [Samuel the Narrator] The greedy slugs raised their heads to listen. They waved their bodies joyously, and laughed their slimy laugh. [Slugs] Huh-huh! Hear the sweet music at our feast. Hear the sweet music while we eat. [Samuel the Narrator] And then they laughed again happily in their slimy way... [Slugs] Huh-huh, huh-huh... [Samuel the Narrator] ... and went on eating lettuces. [Interlude] [Slugs] Huh-huh... [Mother] There won't be even a nibble of lettuce when our little Tim comes home! (Sniffles.) [Samuel the Narrator] Suddenly, a voice called out, and out rushed Tim, hopping and skipping and turning somersaults as he came towards his father and mother. [Tim] Hello, hello! I brought a friend! Oh... what's the matter? [Samuel the Narrator] The slugs are eating all the lettuce, Tim. [Tim] Oh hey there, Samuel! My friend Brush has just been wondering if you'll have meat for supper. Why is it we only had lettuces, didn't I, Brush? [Brush] Ask Tim! I, uh, think I can help you... if you allow me, sir. Just watch me! (Starts whistling.) [Samuel the Narrator] He gobbled up the slugs faster than you could count--baby slugs, mother slugs, grandmother and great-grandmother slugs--before they had time to take to their slimy heels. Mariah and Thomas stood and watched in wonder at his huge appetite. [Thomas] Ho-ho-ho-hooo! Come and have supper with us whenever you like, Mr. Brush. [Tim] Oh, he will. Mr. Brush! [Thomas] Yes! Get in. [Brush] (Whistles.) Aus Songtexte Mania