Horace Debussy 'Sach' Jones:
Well, Uncle Percy, I just want to say one thing. I had a wonderful time in
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Horace Debussy 'Sach' Jones:
Merry Old England, but I want to do one thing. I really want to go fox hunting. The sounding of the horn, the baying of the hounds. The gallant Fox. Yoicks ! Yoicks!
Terence Aloysius 'Slip' Mahoney:
Ah, shut up you big yoick. There ain't no foxes in the heart of London.
Earl of Walsingham:
Why, Horace, there hasn't been a fox anywhere near Walsingham Castle in over 200 years.
Terence Aloysius 'Slip' Mahoney:
Certainly not! What's the matter?...
[a fox suddenly runs across the room pursued by a pack of hounds]
Horace Debussy 'Sach' Jones:
There goes the little beggar! Tally ho! Yoicks! Yoicks!
Earl of Walsingham:
Sachula! Wait for me! Yoicks! Yoicks! Tally ho! Tally ho!
Terence Aloysius 'Slip' Mahoney:
Don't tell me they're not related.
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