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    ACT III

    Chief, I just received a call from granny. Because they do not have an outhouse—

    Miss Hathaway, tell them to sh́t in the toilet like everybody else. I am busy right now.

    ...Because they do not have an outhouse, the Clampett's are leaving for back home tomorrow. They want to know if we have enough sacks for their money in small bills.

    No, no, this can't be. What have you done, Miss Hathaway?

    It's not me, chief. Elly's stool is so foul, the Clampett's feel they need an outhouse to disguise the smell, if Elly is ever to find a husband.

    Those scoundrels on the city council! How dare they deny my largest depositors an outhouse again?

    Chief, fear not, I already have Jethro half potty trained.

    Half? What do you mean half? Consider yourself on half pay, then. Get over there and get him fully trained, so you can start on the rest of the family. This is all your fault. I hold you fully responsible.

    Chief, you can only go so fast with a young un'.

    Young un', my foot. You get over there and finish his potty training.

    I don't know how to go any faster. He is gradually accepting the idea.

    I don't care what you have to do. Give him a blumpkin, if that'll help.

    I will have to look that word up.

    While you do that, I will get a hold of the studio. I want to see Dash Ripcord and Bolt Upright in my office within the hour. Those two musclebound Oliviers are finally going to work for their money. They will fight over Elly May's turds, or neither will have their contracts renewed next month. We want a down home, hillbilly engagement.

    Brilliant, chief.

    What are you still doing here? Get down home.

    * * * * *

    ACT IV

    Now, Jethro, dear boy, drop your trousers, like a big lad, and sit down and grunt like I told you.

    I cain't, miss Jane. It just don't feel right without a bed pan or a stump.

    Perhaps a blumpkin might help.

    I loves pumpkin, if its anything like that.

    Even better, dear boy. Now you grunt, while miss Jane polishes your fireman's hat to a high gloss. Ummm, ummm, so good.

    Why, miss Jane, them blumpkins beats pumpkins all to heck. No! don't stop now!

    But you are standing up, dear boy..

    No I hain't. That's a big ol' turd jacking me off the seat. I done done it, miss Jane. I sh́t me a beaver tail in the commode.

    Why, yes, that is a merde royale, isn't it, you young swain?

    I ain't through yet. This un'll jack me up another three or four inches yet. Then I'll take the hacksaw and start to cuttin' on it. Can I have me some more blumpkins, please, miss Jane?

    How sweet of you to ask, Jethro. Since your feet are now off the floor, balance yourself on that emerging log and grunt just a few more times for Janey, and you shall have your blumpkin. Glug! Glug! Glug! Glug! Glug!

    Miss Jane, I sure loves them blumpkins.

    Yes, dear boy. You blew two monster loads at once. O-o-o-o-o-h! You are now fully potty trained. Of course it may take a few more expert lessons to cement the knowledge permanently.

    Yes, Ma'am, miss Jane. Will you be goin' with me to the commode all the time from now on?

    Ummm, you young Casanova, as often as I can. But I have other duties, you know? Of course, there is a way around that, if you carried me over the threshold of a doorway.

    Hot diggity! Now I'm gonna get me blumpkins all the time.

    Put me down, Jethro. That is not what I meant about a doorway.

    Shucks, miss Jane, I done forgot anyhow. I won't be able to get me no more blumpkins from ye. Uncle Jed says we goin' back to the hills tomorrow. I don't know why he all of a sudden changed his mind. You said it yourself, I'm done potty trained. I'm ready for Hollywood so-ciety.

    The problem is not you, dear boy.

    Well, what is it then?

    Elly May's stool.

    Her stool?

    Her stool stinks so bad your uncle and granny think she will never get a husband in Beverly Hills.

    Why, that's plum crazy. Why don't they just throw it out?

    Oh, they have been, and Mrs. Drysdale's roses are benefiting. But Granny and Jed do not feel that being a good neighbor outweighs marrying Elly May off.

    Shucks.
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    This author really seems to appreciate the beauty of Elly May. More acts coming up presently.

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    ACT V

    It ain't like Jethro to be late for lunch.

    Yeah, I wonder what's keeping him, Granny?

    If he's missing lunch, then it must be a jailer.

    Why, he ain't never been in a lick of trouble in his en-tire life.

    School kept him out of trouble. Those were twelve lucky years it took him to finish up through the sixth grade.

    Yeah, he always was fast. But I still didn't expect us to come out here and him to finish college in just three hours. They sure grajiated him fast. That boy is uncommon bright, except when he isn't, of course.

    Hi, uncle Jed! Hi Granny! What's for lunch?

    Whatever you left in the house after breakfast. Where have you been, that you're late to eat?

    Solving all of you and uncle Jed's problems, Granny.

    Did you swear off eatin'?

    Nope.

    Give your granny a straight answer, boy.

    I done hauled Elly's stool down to Mrs. Drysdale's roses.

    Weee-l, that was right nice of you, but it don't exactly solve all our problems.

    Just a minute, Jethro. You wouldn't haul the stool I am thinking of.

    Oh, yes, ma'am. That ol' three legged one she sits on in her room with her critters, when the critters isn't sittin' on it by they selves.

    One of these days I'm gonna have to have a long talk with you, boy.

    Right now, you just march down there and fetch Elly's stool back. And watch out that Mrs. Drysdale doesn't see you. She doesn't know we been giving her roses a special treatment.

    Shucks. I don't see what good it does to take her ol' stool down there, if it just keeps bein' brought back up here. Miss Jane said you been taking it fer weeks, yet I've seed it back in Elly's room ever single day, I swear.

    Jethro, do you want me to take a skillet to you?

    Yes, ma'am, I'd love to eat.

    Jethro, do as your Granny tells ye. Go get that stool. Granny, you can settle that skillet right here in front of me. Dish me out a passel of them mountain oysters. What kind is they?

    These is horse, Jed, from the tallow works.

    Yeah, they is right sizey all right.

    Dang it! It's Elly's stool that stinks so bad. I don't even have a stool. Besides, even my turds is good enough for Hollywood courtin'. Miss Jane gave me ever indication of that.

    Hurry up, boy! I am apt to get all these things eat, if you don't run fer it.

    Yes, sir, uncle Jed.

    That lit him out. You made the right threat.

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    ACT VI

    That's right, get them both up to my office. They are going to start earning their keep around the Clampett empire.

    Yes, sir. Shall I hang up now?

    No, I will. Get busy! Now!

    * * * * *

    ACT VII

    O-o-o-o-h, Mill-burrrn? There you are, dear. Why is miss Hathaway not at her front desk?

    She is out on an errand for me. What is it, Margaret? I am busy.

    The flower committee from my ladies' club will be previewing my roses today.

    Yes, have a good time.

    They smell extra sweet this year, Milburn. I am so proud.

    Yes, have a good time. Oh, and make sure none of those teetotalers from your club kicks up the dirt around your flower beds.

    Why, that is the first interest you have ever taken in my roses, Milburn.

    Not quite.

    What's that?

    I said frost bite.

    Oh, Milburn, don't be silly—at this time of year? The reason I came at all is because you promised to keep those dreadful hillbillies out of sight while my ladies are there.

    Don't worry, Margaret, if those dreadful hillbillies have their way, your ladies will mistake them for the movers.

    Why, Milburn. Are you crying?

    Out! Out of my office. I am expecting two big actors from the studio who are up for contract renewal. If I can show Jed Clampett his studio is making a profit, his money might decide to stay—I mean he might. You take care of your ladies, I will take care of the businesses.

    Milburn, don't shove me out the door and growl. I am your wife. Your behavior is positively foul today.

    Ah, Ripcord, Upright. I didn't see you there. Step into my office. Do you boys want the good news first, or the bad news?

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    ACT VIII


    Granny, what's that racket outside?

    Sounds like them young uns' is fightin' again.

    You give me back my stool, Jethro Bodine.

    Uncle Jed said for me to sneak it back up to your room.

    Young uns', settle down and don't knock the door in!

    Uncle Jed, she's a-tryin' to keep me from sneakin' her stool back up to her room.

    It don't matter now.

    It's her ol' stool that stinks and is makin' us move away, gosh dang it. How many times is you all goin' to bring it back to her room, anyhow?

    Pa, what's Jethro talking about? I caught him with my stool in Mrs. Drysdale's garden.

    That ol' thing stinks so bad you can't even get a feller.

    Does not. Only me and my critters sits on it. An' you better not say they stink, neither, 'cause all of them bathes in the cement pond ever day.

    It stinks.

    Does not.

    Does too.

    Jethro, give her stool back. She can fetch it up to her own room. Don't pay no attention to him today, Elly. He's been actin' and sayin' mighty peculiar things. Granny's got to give him a big dose of her catfish liver potion to clear his mind up.

    Dang it. That ain't fair. I ain't sick.

    Simmer down, boy. Now that yer cousin's gone for a minute, Granny an' I will let you in on a little secret. Stool is another word for turds. It's one of them old-timey words.

    It is? You mean I done took the wrong stool over to Mrs. Drysdale's?

    I told you the boy caught on fast, Granny. Now, we don't want Elly to know it's the smell of her turds that is driving us back to the hills. That would like to shake any girl's confidence, I reckon, especially if she figured it might increase her dowry. Back where they allow outhouses, no one can much tell whose stink is powerful before folks is married, because the smell of ever one is all mixed together. So that works out just right for courtin' and dowries.

    But, uncle Jed, I'm a- tryin' to tell you and Granny, Elly can dump it in the commode, like I does. Miss Jane done potty trained me.

    Huh! Why, that's nothin' but a bunch of city slickin' nonsense. You beat a young un' until they stop soilin' their britches. Yer ma did it fer you when you was nine. Has miss Jane been beatin' you?

    Well, a little. But mostly she gives me blumpkins, Granny, which is even better.

    Oh, cookin' for ye, too, is she? What'd she put those blumpkins in, a pie?

    Uh, yes, ma'am. But I'm a-tellin' y'all, Elly's possum sausage turds can be flushed right down the toilet.

    Toilet?

    Sophisticated Hollywood folks calls a commode that. We don't have to bury our scat out back no more. We can flush it away.

    You mean flush it into that tub on the back of it for someone else to clean out, don't you?

    Why, shucks no, Granny. Them there turds is carried in underground pipes all the way to something called a septic tank. But I don't know where them tanks is yet.

    Ummm, doggie. That's a powerful heap of learnin anyhow, boy, an' we're right proud. First a toilet and now this.

    Well, what happens to them turds once they gets from the toilet to that septic tank?

    I don't know, Granny, but at least they's out of the house, an' you cain't smell 'em no more.

    Okay, y'all hush. Here comes Elly. We'll figure this out later.

    That reminds me, Jed, I still hain't dumped that turd of Elly's I showed you earlier.

    Well, there's a good deep hole to throw it in now, Granny. I had pretty near five feet dug for that hairy three legged stool to go in.

    I hope you didn't mess up Mrs. Drysdale's garden too bad.

    I didn't get me a chance to cover it up, nor dig it any deeper, neither, once Elly jumped me.

    I heard Elly run back upstairs just now. I wonder what fer? I know she couldn't hear us a-whispern'.

    I think I know, Jed. She had her a triple helping of possum sausage and gopher gravy for breakfast. Poor thing had a woman's premonition it was her lucky day for finding a feller, heaven help her. Looks like I'll have me a double load to dump at Mrs. Drysdale's now.

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    ACT IX


    Jethro, see who is knocking at the door. Elly isn't downstairs yet. I want to get these dishes done an' then run Elly's scat over to the roses.

    Maybe I should run them turds over, Granny, since that hole has to be filled back in yet.

    Jethro, boy, it is good of you to think of yer Granny like 'at.

    Yes, sir, uncle, Jed. First, I'll get the door.

    * * * * *

    Elly, what is you doin' downstairs? You can get the door now.

    Shhhh! No, you get it. Scat!

    No, Granny will get that. Why are you hiding behind that curtain, Elly?

    Just forget me, Jethro, an' answer the door.

    Okay. Why, welcome Mr. Dash Ripcord and Mr. Bolt Upright. I don't have no idea why you're here at all.

    You don't?

    No, sir—I mean, sirs.

    Well, we are here to court Elly. Is she here?

    Why, shucks, I had done forgot all about her, but I can't hep it if you went and reminded me. Sure, she is right over behind that curtain. Elly May!

    Golly, hi fellas.

    Why, Elly, you're red as a rose. Let me kiss that hand.

    No you don't, Upright. That hand is mine to kiss.

    Stand back, Ripcord. Let a man do the job.

    What's in the pan, Elly? It looks interesting. You are redder than ever.

    It's just somethin' I had to take out and bury somewhere on our fourteen acres. I will be through in just a minute, if y'all would care to wait in the parlor.

    I wouldn't think of letting you bury those beautiful things while I sat in a cool parlor, Elly May. I insist on burying them myself.

    Yes, why don't you do that, Upright, while Elly and I sit in the parlor?

    I meant for Elly to accompany me. I am sure she wants to see her...critters put away proper.

    I was only trying to lighten the mood, Upright. I will be steadying Elly's other arm at the ceremony. From their odor, she has grieved over her critters quite some time. She has given them a long and proper wake.

    Well, I suppose we will have to put up with you, then.

    Shucks, fellas, them ain't what you thinks they is. You don't have to feel bad. Them's—

    —Elly, I don't care what they were. If they were dear to you, they are dear to me.

    Cut the sweet talk at a time like this, Ripcord. Can't you see she's bearing herself with strained dignity.

    No, I already strained, fellas. Them things is—

    —I will do the digging.

    No, you will watch me dig.

    Will you fellas quit a-squawkin' like my critters? You can both he'p.

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    ACT X



    So tell us the story of exactly what happened next, boy.

    Yes, I want to hear about Margaret's ladies.

    Mr. Drysdale, Granny an' me wants the boy to take the story from the moment he went to answer the door and we was still out here in the kitchen.

    Of course, Mr. Clampett.

    And then afterwards he can tell us more about those blumpkins miss Jane has been a-plyin' him with. I want to try some of them fer my own pie, the way Jethro's has been raving.

    O-o-o-o-h, Jethro, you haven't?

    Why, no, miss Jane. I promise.

    Miss Jane, honey, I know how secretive a woman can be with her old family recipes. I'm sorry I even mentioned it. Jethro, you go on with yer story.

    Well, I went to answer the door and found Elly coming down the stairs. She jumped behind a curtain and made me answer the door. It was Rip and Dash, and they commenced to throw a fuss over Elly. I hid and watched the whole thing. When they saw she was carrying out her turds—

    Jethro!

    Sorry, miss Jane.

    What did he say wrong, miss Jane?

    O-o-o-o-h!

    Anyways, when they saw she was taking out her stool to bury it, they commenced to fightin' over who got to dig the danged hole. By the time they reached the buryin' spot, them two was rasslin' on the ground over who would dig first. While Elly was breakin' them up, I ran out of the bushes and run off with their pan and shovel over to Mrs. Drysdale's rosebed. Just as I was getting' ready to throw them tur—I mean, that stool in the hole and fill it up, Mrs. Drysdale walks up and catches me in the act.

    What are you doing? she says. Nothin', I says. I was just fixin' to he'p your roses a mite.

    Oh! What is that hole doing there, you awful creature? Don't you dare dump those things in there.

    Why, these critters will help your roses grow, Mrs. Drysdale. I reckon that's why they been growin' so nice.

    No, you stupid fool, she says, they are always nice. I picked the one spot in our yard where things seem to grow particularly well. Now, you get that hole filled in before my ladies arrive. And get those rotting baby armadillos off this property, or I will have the whole clan of you incarcerated.

    Why, you don't have to do that. We don't want any money fer 'em. And we want you to have all the credit, too, I told her. Then she kindly shrieked and almost fainted.

    Now see what you've done! My ladies are already here. There is no time to fill in this ghastly hole. Get out of here with those dreadful reptiles!

    So I climbed through the hedge and watched. She told the ladies I was from a sprinkler company that came on the wrong day. Well, as those ladies was admirin' and sniffin' those pretty roses, the ground around 'em began to shake and rumble. It felt like one of them Californy earthquakes. But then it stopped and the ground spouted like a little volcana, right onto all of them. I guess I had done hit me one of them there septic tanks with all of my diggin'. Now at least we knows where them tanks is.

    Okay, that's enough, Jethro. We don't want Mr. Drysdale to have to sit through the details.

    Oh, that is all right, I want to.

    No, Mr. Drysdale we don't want to remind you of your wife's misfortune.

    But Margaret's rose wasn't touched. It is still in perfect condition. And now all those women have had their hepatitis shots, including Margaret. Half of them weren't inoculated, you know.

    Well, then we're mighty glad we could do them a favor, and we're mighty glad Mrs. Drysdale still has her rose. We think it's a sure prize. She should get a blue ribbon with all the care ever body has heaped on that bush.

    And now that Jethro is evacuating his stool in the toilet, I trust you will all begin to do the same. Granny, Jed, why did you look at each other that way?

    Well, miss Jane, Granny and me will do it, but we don't want Elly to know about it right yet. That batchelor-catching advice from the Bugtussle Gazette has done worked a miracle. Right now that girl is out with two famous movie stars who are fighting over her. Yesterday they fought over her turds. Even Granny didn't know pure possum sausage and gopher gravy turds could draw suitors like that.

    It just goes to show what sensible young men they are, Mr. Clampett. I have never known actors to fight that hard for a contract--I mean...

    Hot diggity! A marriage contract, Jed. Possum sausage and gopher gravy turds have turned the trick for Elly May and worked their magic. Jethro, for the time bein', you stay plum out of the possum sausage and gopher gravy, it all goes to our bride-to-be, to keep the suitors swarmin' like hornets.

    You can bet all your money they will, too. How is that possum supply holding up, Granny?

    Just fine, thank you, Mr. Drysdale.

    Beverly Hills is plum full of them critters. Yes, sir. Now Granny, we'll keep Elly on the bedpan until she is married up to a feller, then we'll tell her, or let him do it. I got a feelin' that girl is goin' to be eatin' so much possum sausage and gopher gravy comin' up, that even her farts is goin' to draw suitors like hogs to a waller. It kindly warms a man's heart to know that the language of courtin' has stayed the same all over the world since the olden times. When you have seed two men fight over a woman's turds—the way it should be—you know you have seed true love, not just wantst, but twiced in the same day. It's only a shame one of them boy's hearts has got to get heartbroke, for only one man has a right to smell a woman's turds for life.

    * * * * *

    Closing Song

    Granny's in the kitchen
    Cookin' up some grits & jowls,
    Elly's in the bathroom
    With her monkey pals,
    Jethro's on the telephone
    Sweet talkin' some gals,
    Uncle Jed's a-wonderin'
    Where a man could move his bowels,
    ****, that is—take a dump, drop a load.

    (Jethro, where's the outhouse in this God-forsaken Beverly Hills, boy?)

    Verse II

    Here comes that greedy Drysdale
    Speeding with miss Jane
    The Clampetts are upset again
    It's making him insane
    Their stomachs are on fire with it
    A deep and rumblin' pain,
    They've got to find a place to sh́t
    Or else they'll catch a plane,
    Leave, that is—make withdrawals, close their accounts.

    (Miss Hathaway! What have you done with my largest depositors?)

    Y'all come back now, ya hear?




    THE END

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    That last piece was by a chap comfortable with the initials PB, but who does not want his name or handle displayed. If an author of such filth wants to remain anonymous I can understand that. The main thing is that we get to read them so we do not gain a one sided view of literature. We are usually only allowed to see the decent side of most authors anyway.

    The next authoress is comfortable only with the initials KP. (We think you are a sweetheart for just submitting, doll). This lady examined the target laid out for her by the filth contest organizers, and the following is what she came up with. What do you think of her aim, folks? Don't be shy about telling any of these hard working authors your opinion. They would probably appreciate it. I think nearly all authors would, even those who remain anonymous.

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    First, a couple of creative spacing edits to see if we can learn a few basics.

    I like it indented.

    I like it indented more.

    There we are.
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    Coprophagia's Fine Dining

    Welcome To


    Coprophagia's Fine Dining


    Tonight's Special: Proctologist's Combo Plate

    Regular Menu:

    1 Rack of Sechway, quick-pinched, then cooked to perfection in
    a skin of melded herpes blisters

    2 Turd Wellington, primped into a loaf. Baked and buttered then
    garnished with venereal wart shavings

    3 Presto-log. Served in a tureen. If there is no steam, you don't pay a stinking dime

    4 Poop Patties. A traditional favorite. Loved by the kids.

    5 Sh́t On A Shingle. Another tradition for young appetites.

    6 Dingleberry Stew. Аsshole hairs reduced to a broth make up the base.

    7 Mont Merde. For the really big appetite

    House dressings: 1 Tartar of Turd
    2 Condensed Diarrhea Extract Sauce

    Desserts:

    1 Scum of Аsshole Herpes Pie. Mamma's Famous Mudpie with whipped scum of ạsshole froth. Our herpes shavings are scraped daily from volunteer crack whores. *Documentation available. Guaranteed fresh.

    2 Fart-infused pastries. Five odors of infused fart so you can sniff out your favorite.

    3 Rectally cured mints. Our after dinner mints are a luxury dessert in themselves. Every mint is wrapped lightly and inserted into the ạsshole of a registered crack whore, where it is aged discreetly for ten days. *Documentation available. The end result is a retch.

    Bon appetit
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