Oh, can't see nuttins.
Oh, there it is.
Hey, Cap'n Pea.
Look it there, Olives. He's got my eye.
He does not have your eyes.
He's got my eyes. He's got your mouth.
Dizzy dame.
One day, Swee'pea's, he's gonna go to school
and bust bigger kids in the mush.
Yeah, you like that, don't yous? Yeah.
And we'll move into a vine-covered cottage
on a shady lane.
And we'll garden together, and we'll play house.
I've been sailin' 'bout the seven seas
Lookin' for somebodys who would sail with me
Sail with me
And I've been waiting for someone like you
A man who could love me and will promise to
Stay with me
Sailing
Sail...
Nothin' feels better than a rows on the sea
And I can't think of anyone but you to stay with me
Stay with me
Sail with me
Stay with me
Sail with me
Stay with me
Stay...
With me
Sail...
With... me
Me.
- Oh, Popeye. - Shh.
What is that glop you're eating?
It's a soup burger.
These are difficult times.
Burgers can't be choosers.
Phooey.
Work is what is making the heart grow stronger. Come.
Open wide.
Bye, Mom.
Ow!
Worry, worry, worry.
Now... there!
Well, hope the taxes don't come to too much.
Oh, the main thing is that you're all right.
Yeah.
Well, were you worried
that I might have gotten killed or something, maybe, yeah?
Oh, Popeye, don't be silly.
I knew.
Oh, you... you didn't have no confidenkce.
Oh, I did, too.
Mm-hmm, yeah.
I did, too.
After I asked Swee'pea.
Oh, yeah, yeah.
That's rich.
Oh, you're gone now. You're really a dizzy dame.
Oh, I asked Swee'pea,
and he told me.
Isn't that so?
What's this here?
See, I asked Swee'pea,
"Swee'pea, will Popeye be killed?"
- Uh-uh. - No?
So then I asked,
"Swee'pea, will Popeye be seriously maimed?"
No?
That's two for two.
That could happen to anybody, ya know.
So then I queried, "Swee'pea,
will Popeye actually survive?"
Yeah, I survived. Yeah, yeah.
"What? You mean he'll win?"
Oh!
That's-that's a neat trick.
Oh-ho, me infant is a psychic of profiks.
If I didn't see it with me own eye,
I wouldn't believe it.
That kid's a regular forecaster.
Remind me to ask him about gold futures.
More interested in talking to him about immediate futures.
Uh, Popeye?
Yeah?
He's an adorable little fellow.
And he's a psychic, too. Ain't that the truth.
But he looks a little peaked to me.
He needs some air.
Air? That's all we have here is air.
With your permission, Popeye,
I'll... take him for a little walk.
Well, Wimpy, why not?
I mean, you're like his uncle.
You're his Uncle Wimp.
Yeah, that's it.
Come along.
Hey, don't forget his little hat here.
Don't forget his hat.
He's going out in uniform.
Oh, of course.
There you go.
Thank you.
Ain't that something?
He's taking him for a walk.
Hey!
Hey, wait a minute there.
You trying to pull a fask one?
He can't walks yet.
Oh, I'll carry him.
Oh, in that case, it's all right then.
As long as you take him for a drags or something.
Hey, I want to carry him for a walk.
Oh, leave him be there, Olive.
It's Uncle Wimps going with the Swee'pea.
Oh, yeah, Wimpy can take him but I can't? Hmm.
Well, um...
wh-who says you can't?
You said I can't. Hmm.
Oh. Well, um...
that was before.
Before what?
Well, um...
before I... I knew you was worried about me.
Oh!
Oh.
You mean, now I can carry him
just because I was worried about you?
Yes. Yes, mm-hmm.
Phooey.
Phooey?
Mm.
Y-You said "phooey" to me?
I said "phooey" and I mean "phooey."
Phooey.
She said "phooey" to me.
She said...
"phooey" to me.
We have Lickety Split, number one.
Number three, Sandcrab.
How 'bout six?
Everything's going to be all right.
Now, he's with his Uncle Wimps,
and they've only been gone for a couple of hours.
Yeah, couple of hours.
Ooh, wait a minute.
This town could have been built in a couple of hours.
Whoo!
Oh, got to be trustworthy. Wimps is trustworthy.
Wait a minute, I don't trust him as far as I can throw him.
Throw him? I can't even lift him.
I don't see them anywhere.
Well, maybe they went to the Rough House.
No, Wimpy's barred from the Rough House.
- Bad credit. - Right.
Oh, my stars and horses!
Derby day?
That rat Wimpy.
What's this got to do with me Swee'pea?
They've gone to the races.
A baby at the horse races.
Where is these races?
Come on. Let's go.
Come on! Come on!
Oh!
And the winner is...
Cat's Pajamas.
Yippee!
We've done it.
Oh, that Wimps.
Abducticating me Swee'pea there.
Oh, a race track ain't no nurskery.
Oh, patience, patience.
Got to remain calm.
That's it.
Straight ahead.
Lonesome, chubby?
We've got it. Look.
The Wax Doors and Gardeners?
No. Number two, Ed.
Ed?
That's a horse.
All right... number six, Holy Moly.
You like Holy Moly?
Holy Moly?
Holy Moly.
That's it, Holy Moly.
We can't lose.
Everything on Holy Moly.
Come on, Holy Moly.
Come on! Come on!
Come on!
Come on... oh, we're going to win.
Ooh, look. Hooray!
We've done it!
Oh, what is this?
A house of ill repukes?
Ooh, who'd bring me infant to this den of immoraliky?
Don't touch nothin'. You might get a venerable disease.
Oh. Ooh. Ooh!
Is that a bed pole you got in your pocket, handsome?
Hello. Better grab me loins up for this one.
Read your paper, Cole.
Will you...?
You know, if Mom caught me in here she'd kill me.
There's Mom.
Where is that Wimpy?
Oh!
Pardon me.
Oh! Oh!
Oh, Castor, what are you doing here?
I've been behind you all the time.
- $110, $120. - There he is.
Wimpy, I'm disgustapated.
May I borrow the infant for just a moment here?
Oh, well, yes, for just a moment.
I don't want your little sweet peepers
to see what's about to happen.
Bye-bye. Bye-bye.
I ought to bust you right in the mush.
Yeah, what is this?
It's 120 simoleons.
You won 120 simoleons?
You know how many hamburgers that is?
Put your eye where your ear is.
Disgraceful. How many races?
Two races.
Hmm, let me see that racing form.
Oh, maybe we can...
Oh, Swee'pea? We, oh... oh, now...
Wait, no. No child of mine
is growing up to be a raceking kout.
Come on, me little...
Now, wait a minute.
Ooh... oh.
What are you doing there?
No childs of mine will be exploiticated
for ill-gotten gains.
Yeah, that's true.
You're going to be a president one day.
It is not ill-gotten, it's good-gotten gains.
These gains with cloth us and feed us and save us.
Wrong is wrong even when it helps you.
The horses are at the gate.
Oh, family is more important than dumb morality, hmm.
Oh, look, he's got something in his eye.
Let me see.
Oh, I know how that feels.
There you go.
Steven's Wish?
Keep It Going?
Lady Lucy?
Sucking Lemons?
Sucking Lemons!
Oh, what am I?
Some kind of barnacle on the dinghy of life?
Oh, make it snappy.
Oh, I ain't no doctors,
but I knows that I'm losing me patience.
120 simoleons on Sucking Lemons, please.
What am I?
Some kind of judge or lawyers?
Maybe not, but I knows what law suitks me.
Careful there, don't ruffle me feathers.
What am I?
I ain't no physcikisk, but I knows what matters.
What am I?
I'm Popeye, the sailor.
And I yam what I yam what I yam and I yam what I yam
And that's all that I yam
'Cause I yam what I yam
You've got it?
I think so, yes.
And I got a lot of muskle, and I only gots one eye
And I never hurts nobodys, and I'll never tell a lie
Top to me bottoms from the bottoms to me top
That's the way it is till the day that I drop
What am I?
I yam what I yam
what I yam what I yam...
Here he comes. Come on, Sucking Lemon.
What I yam, what I yam
Oh, come on, get up there. Ooh!
Wondered about meself.
To be or not to be... who's axskin'?
I can open up an ockean, I can take a lot of sail
I can lose a lot of waters, and I'll never have to bail
On the coast of Madagascar, grab a whale by the tail
Boy, let's go get it.
What am I?
I yam what I yam!
I'm Popeye, the sailor
I yam what I yam, and that's all that I yam
I yam what I yam what I yam what I yam
I'm Popeye, the sailor man.
Ha-ha!
Whoo, hoo-hoo!
Arms, don't fail me now.
I am what I am and that's all that I am
I'm Popeye, the sailor man.
Whoo, hoo-hoo!
Oh, I hate to do this, Swee'pea,
but it's neskessary.
Sometimes you got to do things you don't want to do
when you got to do 'em, but...
Oh, it's cruel, Mr. Eye...
It may not make sense now but maybe later.
...uh, Mr. Pop... um, Mr. Popeye.
I'm sorry, Mrs. Oyl,
but it's parenk's duty to protect me adopticated son
from child abusk.
Oh, oh, but think of Olive.
You can't take the poor baby away from poor Olive.
Me moraliky ain't bilge, Mrs. Oyl.
Me mind is set, and when me mind is set,
I don't think from nothin'.
You sure about that?
Yeah, I think so, yes.
Maybe we owe him an apology.
We'll find another place to plant ourselves. Yeah.
Me, I'll check you, okay?
Yeah, you all right there? This ain't bad, is it?
It ain't the Ritz, but at least you get
a little womb service here, huh?
It ain't no palatkial mansion either,
but we got something.
Best I ever saw.
It's got your blankets here.
Yeah, there we goes.
Got your blankets.
Here we go.
You moved out of the Oyl's?
None of your business.
$4.25, moving out tax.
Nuts to you, and nuts to your taxes.
You moved in here?
What's it look like?
$5.25, moving-in tax.
Oh, don't forget double nuts.
And where's this baby come from?
Oh, this pelican's brought him.
89 cents... unlicensed baby tax.
Oh, get out of here!
Don't take me personal.
Hey, oh-oh, oh, no!
Hoop... hoop... hoopla!
Did ya see that, what he did?
A whole lot of peoples.
Oh, thank you.
Go tax the fishes!
Swee'pea? Swee'pea? Swee'pea?
Where's Swee'pea?
Swee'pea!
Where's Swee'pea?!
Swee'pea!
It's me own fault Swee'pea's been kidnapped.
Olives was right.
Even an orphan needs a mudder and a fadder.
Oh...
If I was going to be Swee'pea's mudder,
I should have at least let her be his fadder.
Ovisk ovisk.
Oh...
I ain't man enough to be a mudder.
And all at once I knew, I knew at once
I knew he needed me
Until the day I die, I won't know why I knew he needed me
It could be fantasy
Oh-oh
Or maybe it's because
He needs me, he needs me, he needs me, he needs me
He needs me, he needs me
Da-da, da, da, da, da, da-da, da-da, da
It's like a dime a dance, I'll take a chance
I will because he needs me
No one ever asked before, before
Because they never needed me...
But I do.
But he does!
Maybe it's because he's so alone
Maybe it's because he's never had a home
He needs me, he needs me, he needs me, he needs me
He needs me, he needs me
For once, for once in life
I finally felt that someone needed me
And if it turns out real
Then love can turn the wheel
Because he needs me, he needs me
He needs me, he needs me, he needs me, he needs me
Da-da, da, da, da, da, da-da, da-da, dum
Da-da, da, da, da, da, da-da, da-da, da.
Bye-bye.
Dear...
Swee'peas.
Everybody's gotta have somebodys
Even if it's only mes
Stops yer cryin', Swee'peas
And try to go to sleeps
I don't know hows you got here
I don't knows if you cares
You could've come from Heavens
Or a typhoon anywhere
Well, me, I came from Heaven of Cuddly Na-La Lagoon
And I was told me mammy gave me up in a typhoon
Well, don't you cry, little Swee'pea
You and me, we's both the same
And the biggest tear I ever seen
Came in the eye of a hurricane
Go to sleep, sleep, sleepy, now tell me what you sees
And someday when you's older I'll tell you's all about me.
"Love...
From Popeye."
Oh, oh...
Let me see, now...
"Keep out."
Hmm..."Tax shelter."
Uh...
Oh, the Commodore's boat,
but no Commodore, of course.
Aha!
Swee'pea's still in Sweethaven.
Wimpy!
- Who are you talking to? - Uh, uh...
What did you say about Swee'pea?
I said nothing!
Oh!
Oh... but what about... Bluto?
- Oh, help, help, oh. - Oh, my, oh!
Oh, oh. Oh dear, oh.
Miss Olive, please help me. So help me, help me.
- G-Get me out. - Phooey!
Not until you tell me everything you know
about Swee'pea.
I know nothing!
Come clean!
Oh! No!
Oh, no! I confess, I confess!
Yeah, infinks.
Ew! I hates infinks.
The kid's worth a fortune, Commodore!
Uh, I got all the fortune
I cares about, you idiot.
I got me buried treasure...
and don't you wishes you knows where it's hid.
Eat your spinach, you no good infink.
Eat it.
Eat it!
Oh, I can't see anything.
There's no one home. Let's go.
Wimpy, you come back here this very minute.
Uh...
Open this door.
It's probably locked.
Open this door!
Commodore.
Shh.
Don't keep calling me Commodore...
inside this here harbor.
I got millions o' emenies.
And you is ten or 12 of 'em.
I call you an old fool.
We could break the bank at the betting parlor.
This kid can predict the future.
I don't want to break the bank in the betting parlora,
you noninticky.
I owns the betting parlora, and I owns you.
So don't talk to me about no future.
I hates the future.
And I hates the past.
And I hates the present.
Especially you, yeah.
All these years I've been loyal mean,
and all these years,
you've been dropping hints about buried treasure.
You think that's fair, hmm?
Don't darest say I ain't fair.
True I hates, but I come by me hating fair...
and square.
Hating's me call.
I will live and die by hating.
Hate's done me more good than anything in the world.
It's not easy bein' me
Masker of me own deskiny
And I hates responsibiliky
Oh, it's not easy bein' me
Shut your lip, and open your mouth.
Oh, it's hard to be in charge
Even harder bein' large
But you're charged when you're in charge
No, it's not easy bein' me
- Oh, I hate you so much! - What's as much as a mutiny?
Mutiny!
Oh, it's not easy bein' me
Admiral of me own ship at sea
I've been scuppered.
Oh, we better tell Popeye we found him.
Who?
It's not easy being me
Shh! Everyone. Come on.
Torpedoed. I've been torpedoed.
It's not easy bein' me
The problems of the large
If ya know what I mean
He's large, he's largel
I got me own destiny
Yo ho, yo hol
It's not easy bein' meanl
Sometimes some things happen
I don't know why anymore
Sometime one time something happened
I don't know what anymore
It's not easy bein' me
Masker of me own indignity
And it's not the all or end of me
Still, it's not easy bein' me
It's not easy bein' me
Me own rope, too.
It's not easy...
Bein' me...
Hey, you harming Swee'peas?
- What? - Oh.
Oh. Shh. No. You'll break his heart.
Your father.
You found me fadder?
No!
Yes.
Oh.
Oh, you tell him.
- Uh... - No, I'll tell him.
Oh, no. Don't tell him.
Let's don't tell him.
Well, what did you find?
Me Swee'pea and me fadder?
Uh, more than that.
You found me fadder and me Swee'pea. Oh.
- Commodore. - Oh, no.
Well, you-you found me fadder,
me Swee'pea and the Commodore.
- Oh. - And Captain Bluto.
- Oh! - Oh, I get it.
No, that's a real cool joke there.
Your father is a rat!
Oh.
A crook and a kidnapper.
And he's on the Commodore's boat right now
with Bluto and Swee'pea.
That's what I can't tell you.
No, he ain't.
Oh, he is, he is!
- No, he ain't, he ain't. - Oh.
And me fadder ain't no kidnappers.
Oh, he is, too.
He's a rat, a crook, a kidnapper
and a bad father and more!
No, no, no, no. More?
- Yeah. - Yeah.
Well, it appears that... your father is the Commodore.
Lies. Lies.
There ain't no dadblasted treasure.
Kid?
This is a crucial question.
Listen close.
Can you lead me to the old goat's buried treasure?
Don't tell him!
You little rat fink...
He ain't no Commodores.
A hoity-toity Commodore.
He would never be that.
- Oh, a rat. - Oh.
- A crook. - Oh.
A kidnapper, and a Commodore.
I don't listen to the advice of some dizzy gaming broad.
- Oh! - No. They ain't there.
And I'm going to prove it.
Now where ain't they?
Uh, they ain't on the Commodore's boat.
- That's where they ain't? - Mm-hmm.
Well, if that's where they ain't,
that's where I'm going to prove that they ain't.
Oh, come on. Let's do this.
Oh, Popeye, wait a minute.
Go get 'em, Popeye!
My husband has delegated me
to inform you that he's behind you.
I'd go with you, Popeye,
but I've a shave and shampoo awaiting.
Give 'em hell, Popeye!
Kick 'em in the butt.
You can count on me, Mr. Popeye,
uh, tomorrow.
See I'd go with you, but I got to lock up.
I just hope he doesn't get hurt.
I'd go with you, Popeye, but I got us a cold.
You know I'd go with you...
I'd go, Popeye,
but the piano man's...
He's coming. Revolution is waiting.
Oh, are you going?
Heard it's impartial.
I ain't going. Are you going?
- Not me. - I ain't going.
If I wasn't afraid of the water, I'd go.
Make 'em dance, Popeye.
Almost brought you a bottle of Pepsi.
Clean up on 'em, Popeye.
Nauseating.
Don't worry, I'm going with you,
but good luck.
Is this where he ain't?
Hey, hey.
Come on, you...
Come on. Hey.
Hey.
I... I know you ain't down there.
Truth is, you ain't here...
Now...
where ain't yous?
Where ain't me Swee'peas?
What's that? What? Who?
Pappy?
Pap?
Poppa?
Pa...
Poppa.
I ain't nobody's poppa,
you one-eyed, fish-faced, sissy-fated, sniffle snaffle.
Oh.
I knew it.
Oh, I knew it.
I found yous.
Oh. I hate sentiment.
I am disgustifated.
Ooh. Ooh, nuts to you.
Phooey, phooey, phooey!
Oh, yes, yes.
Oh, Poppa.
Poppa, Poppa, Poppa.
Oh, Pap... fadder.
It's me. It's me.
Your oxspring son.
Stand to, you swab.
Yes, sir.
You're casking shadows on Poopdeck Pappy.
Pride of the Pacifiric.
And father to the shark.
Brother to the piranhaca.
Cousin to the killer whale.
And uncle to the octopussy.
I'm your one and only exspring.
See, we got the same bulgy arms.
No resemblance.
We-we got the same squinky eye.
What squinky eye?
That's going to be hard for you to see. Oh.
We got the same pipe, Pap.
You idiot, you can't inherit a pipe!
Ooh.
I am poppa to no male.
Nor no female child.
That no court could prove otherwise.
Oh.
Oh, yes.
There's one way to prove I ain't your fadder.
Pick up that can of spinach.
Pick it up!
Yeah.
Now bring it over here.
Yeah. Yeah.
Now eat it.
Eat it?
Eat it.
Raw?
Eat it raw.
Eat that spinach.
I don't want to eat...
Eat the spinach, you brat.
I don't want to eat that spinach.
Oh!
I don't want to eat that spinach.
I don't want to eat...
Eat that spinach!
Oh, you disobedient brat.
You was disobedient when you was two,
and you're still disobedient now!
You wouldn't eat your spinach.
Spinach what kept our family strong
for thousands of years.
And what does me only oxspring do with it?
He spits it up.
His mother ups and dies,
and he wouldn't eat his spinach.
She choked on it, Pop.
His poppa out of work,
and he wouldn't eat his spinach.
It wasn't my fault.
The whole country in a depressigan.
And he wouldn't eat his spinach.
That was Coolidge, Poppa.
His poppa going hungry.
Going off to steal.
Stealing what?
Spinach.
So his ungrate son could grow up big and strong.
You know what I done?
You know what I done when the G man catched me
and thrung me in jail?
- No. - Hmm?
- I laughed. - Yeah. You laughed?
I laughed a whole year.
Cut me down from this yardarm.
Getting away with that rotten little insect
of a stool pigeon.
Cut you down?
Cut me down!
Cut me down.
Cut you down, cut you down.
Cut me down!
I, uh, cut you down.
Are you serious?
Well, you said cut you down.
I didn't say cut me down.
I said get me down, get me down.
Oh, oh, unhand me, you brute!
Oh, what are you doing?
What?! Oh!
Come down here, Bluto!
And don't you ever pick up another knife.
If you do, I'll make you eat it.
You'll be known as the sword-swallowing sailor.
That's me pap.
That's me pap, I know he is.
Oh, what is all this brightness?
I can't see. I-I...
Oh, Popeye!
All hands on deck.
Come on, haul ass, haul ass.
They're on the vile body.
Miss Oyl, that's me fadder.
No!
Your pappy's a Commodore?!
Follow me, get out of here.
He's got him! Bluto's got Olive and Swee'pea!
Olive? Olive?
Help! Popeye!
Olive! Olive! Who got me Olive?
I got to get him before he gets me treasure.
All of you
can commandeer it.
Help, Popeye!
The wharf, the wharf is moving.
Shut up, stupid.
This ain't no wharf.
This is me getaway boat.
I'll punch your head.
Hoist the main mast.
Hurry up, Popeye!
You're falling behind!
And Bluto's getting away!
Yeah, with us!
Help!
What is it?
It's a rock.
It's a hard place.
Oh, no. It's Scab Island.
Mom...
Don't worry, Castor.
Your father's with us.
S-S-S... Scab Island!
Haul ass!
Haul ass, haul ass.
Get to your stations.
Get to your battle stations.
Oh... oh, phooey!
What are you doing? What are you doing?
Who do you think you are, Captain Arab?
I'm trying to save me Olive Oyl and me Swee'peas.
Olive Oyl? Swee'pea?
What are you doing, making a salad?
I want me treasure, do you hear me?
I want me treasure!
I am the Commodore of this ship,
and don't you give orders on it!
Oh, yeah? Well, I'm the Commodore, me friend.
You command this privy,
and I'll commands me friends.
Is that any way to talk to your fadder?
You ain't me fadder.
Me fadder was tall and kind
and looks like Abraham Lincoln.
Yeah, don't tell me what I am.
Eh? Where'd he go, where'd he go?
I says I am your fadder.
I ought to know whose fadder I is and whose fadder I ain't.
Who says?
I said. I said.
I says avast, you bilge rat, before I use you as an anchor.
Bilge rat, bilge rat, bilge rat?!
Mutiny, mutiny!
I am your one and only fadder.
Look it, look it...
Eh... the same bulgy arms.
No resemblance.
Eh, the same squinky eye, eh?
What squinky eye?
The squinky eye.
Help, Popeye! Oh!
We even got, we even got the same pipe. Look!
This ain't me pipe.
He took the bait.
Eh, I've never seen anything like this before in me life.
Talking to your poor old fadder like that.
You disobedient brat.
You're spoiled... that's what you are... spoiled.
Children. Children. Kids.
Eh, phooey!
Phooey!
Give them everything they want,
and what'd you get in return?
Nothing, nothing.
Nothing but heartache,
heartache, sadness, and miserky.
And a bad time, once in a while,
when you try to give them a bath, and they don't want it.
And another bad time when you want to do something
that you really want to do, but all they want to do
is not what you want to do.
Bless their little hearts.
If they were really made out of gold,
I'd like to sell them on the open marketplace.
I could make me a fortune.
I could've made us a fortune. Kids!
Eh, they don't know what they're doing.
Kids, dadblast 'em!
They're gonna lead you to ruin.
That's what they gonna do. Lead you to ruin.
They cry at you when they're young,
they yell at you when they're older,
they borrow from yous when they're middle-aged,
and they leave you alone to die...
without even paying you back!
Children. Phooey!
You give them everything they want,
and what do you get back in return?
You gets nothing!
Catch him like a big, fat lobster.
Why, they're just smaller versions of us, you know.
Well, I'm not so crazy about me in the first place.
So why do I want one of them?
I'm asking you. Children.
Ah, children. Little children.
You'll pour your heart out to them,
you give them everything they want,
give them candy, and a lot of toys,
and what do you get back?
You get a lot of noise.
Nah-nah-nah-nah, nah, nah.
My poppa's a mean old man!
I'm through with children. I'm through with kids.
There ain't nothing I'm never gonna do about it.
There it is, Pap, we's got 'em cornered.
Dad blast that dirty bilge rat!
You! You, with that crazy beard,
get that fat guy up here.
Come up here.
Get up here, get up here.
Help! Oh! Help me!
There she is!
Haul ass, haul ass.
Get the cannon and move it here.
Come on, haul ass, haul ass, haul ass.
Get the cannon and move it here.
In a good position, that's it.
What are you doing?
You can't fire that thing.
There's women and infants on that boat.
You stop worrying.
All I'm gonna do is fire a warning shot
right across the bow.
Don't you thinks I knows what I'm doing?
Ah, short, short.
I was a little short.
A little short?
Reload it, reload it. Reload it.
No, you don't.
Dadblast it! I missed!
Full speed ahead.
Slow down, Pap, so we can board her.
We're not gonna board her.
I'm gonna ram him. I'm gonna ram him.
He's not going to get away with my treasure.
Me Olive and me Swee'pea is on that boat!
Ha, ha. Pirate's Cove.
I should've known it.
All right, Mr. Mean.
Oh, 'cause that's gonna be your name
from this day forward!
Yeah, well, you've broken your bail of straws
on this camel's back, and just to think
that I was ever gonna get engaged to you again!
Oh, nevermore, I say.
Nevermore!
Get the water out of the boat!
Lower the lifeboats. All women first.
Get the water out of the boat!
Portly men first!
Oh, shit!
Now, listen, kid, this is the most important.
Is the treasure underwater?
Oh!
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
You'd better let me out of here.
Okay, kid, you watch the boat.
I'm going in.
Oh! Phooey. Oh!
Oh... oh...
Wait a minute!
Where do you think you're going?
We're almost there!
We're almost where?
Get me out of here.
Oh, I'm all wet. Oh!
Oh, there's fish in here.
Oh.
Popeye, help!
Olives! Oh, that's it.
Help!
Uh-oh.
Land ho!
Go get him, son.
Oh, he's a submarine.
He thinks he's a submarine.
Popeye!
Nana?
Pirates. There's pirates.
Oh!
Bluto!
Hey, that's my treasure, you runt.
What goes down...
must come up.
Bluto!
Ah, you're in trouble now!
Even though you're larger than me,
you can't wins, 'cause you're bad,
and the good always wins over the bad.
Oh, yeah?
Yeah!
One... two... three!
Oh, help.
Help! Popeye!
Hey! Who, what, where, why, when? What is this?
Hey, where...?
I think we owe him an apology.
Your intentions were good, yeah.
Oh!
Good night, Irene.
Haul ass, haul ass!
I got to get that treasure.
Now, where is it, where is it?
It must be down there some... oh!
There it is, there it is! You, Undertaker,
Undertaker, get over here.
That's me. I'll undertake that.
Get over here, get over here.
Come on, get on this rope. Get on this rope.
Ah, that rotten little infink's looking at me treasure.
Look at that. Look at that.
Come on, pull it up.
Come on... pirate's booties.
Ha-ha! He ain't gonna get it.
He ain't gonna get it.
Heave! Heave!
I think I'm going to!
Look out! Popeye, no, oh!
Open it!
Get away, get away, get away!
Help!
Oh, I can't see a thing!
Help! Help!
Popeye!
Oh, oh, thanks!
Whoops!
So, it's a sword you need,
is it, you little runt?
Yeah.
You won't be needing that, will yous?
Watch him, Popeye. Yeah?
Allez-hut, hut, hut, hut!
Hey!
Popeye!
Oh!
Bubble.
Whoa!
Oh, oh, octopus, octopus!
Help! Help!
Oh, Popeye!
Uh... it is an octopussy.
Help! Help!
Oh, I'm going to save that kid.
I'm going to save him.
Hands off!
Hands off that kid, you!
Help! Popeye!
Help! Help! Oh! Help, oh, help!
Hook him, hook him.
Oh, oh...
Oh, oh!
Oh, Swee'pea! Oh!
Hoopla, hoopla.
Oh! Oh, ooh! Oh...
Oh, who is that down there?
Whoa, oh, don't get fresh.
Oh. Oh...
I'm going to show you
the treasure chest now, little one.
Here we gonna...
Oh, boy, look, whoa!
Here.
Oh, yes, yes.
Oh, he's got a little...
Isn't that cute?
Popeye!
Dancing, dancing, outside.
Keep your head!
Look out!
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Oh, help! Oh...
Help! Help!
Popeye! Popeye!
Oh...!
Ah, you sissy faded sniffle snaffle!
If you'd eaten your spinach like I told you,
you wouldn't be losing this fight.
I ain't gonna eat no spinach.
I ain't losing.
Oh! Help!
You disobedient brat.
Here, eat this spinach.
Bull's-eye!
Help!
- I-I-I... - Oh, yeah?
Oh, yeah.
You don't like spinach?
I hates it.
Yeah.
Eat this spinach. Eat, eat.
See you in Davy Jones' locker.
Now, my treasure!
Sound the charge, kid.
Help!
Help! Oh!
Oh!
Look at Bluto!
Look at that!
Bluto's turned yellow!
'Fraidy cat, 'fraidy catl
Good riddance to bad garbage.
Oh, Popeye!
- He's Popeye, the sailor man - Oh, my hero!
He's Popeye, the sailor man
He's strong to the finish 'cause he eats his spinach
He's Popeye, the sailor man
Oh, I'm Popeye, the sailor man
I'm Popeye, the sailor man,
I'm strong to the finish 'cause I eats me spinach
- I'm Popeye, the sailor man - He's Popeye, the sailor man
He's Popeye, the sailor man, he's Popeye, the sailor man
He's strong to the finish 'cause he eats his spinach
He's Popeye, the sailor man
I'm one tough gazookas that hates all palookas
That ain't on the up and square
I biffs 'em and buffs 'em, and always outroughs 'em
And none of 'em gets nowhere
If anyone guesses to risk his fisk
It's buff and it's wham, understands?
So keep good behavior, that's your one lifesaver
With Popeye, the sailor man
He's Popeye, the sailor man, he's Popeye, the sailor man
Chicken of the seas, yeah.
He's strong to the finish 'cause he eats his spinach
He's Popeye, the sailor man
Popeye
Popeye, the sailor man.
Popeye. Choo-choo!