Donald urged them on and led the way to the circus grounds. The boys stopped at the door of the tent shaking their heads.
»Don't want to go in, eh?« Donald said. »You hold the brief case, then.«
»We'll have a ball of tar ready,« said Huey, as he took the case.
»We'll shove it in her mouth -« said Dewey.
»If she starts snapping at you,« finished Louie.
»Don't worry, boys. Just remember what I said. You must talk the same language as the victim.«
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