The Three Stooges go Golfing
Curly tumbled out of the golf cart. "ow, ow, ow, ow!" he yipped, rubbing his head, "Moe!"
Moe erupted out of the cart at that instant, holding a hammer. "You ninny- pate numskull! What do you mean whacking me with that golf club?"
Larry came around the van. "Look here big guy, none of that stuff, do you hear me?"
Moe turned and stared him straight in the eyes. He held out his fist. "Hit this," he said.
Larry backed up. "I didn't mean it... I didn't mean it..."
"Hit this." Moe clenched his teeth.
Larry whacked it. As it whirled around, Curly bared his muscular arms and barked at Moe provocatively.
As Moe want down under his own fist, Larry's face lit up with a most un- beatific smile before he went down as Moe punched his legs from under him.
Struggling untied, Moe and Larry stood up.
…...
Moe swung the club, the ball went flying, and Larry jumped. Walking stiffly over to the ball, Moe lifted the club and swung, had. An instant later it bounced off his leg and the crooked shaft whacked in in the back of the head. Balefully glancing from Larry to Curly, he grabbed their hair.
"He did it!" chirped Curly.