Ah-ah-ah, busy sonny, busy! Gotta slide this sycamore to the - ung - swamp! But this'll...

Beaver: [struggling with a log] Ah-ah-ah, busy sonny, busy! Gotta slide this sycamore to the - ung - swamp! Tramp: But this'll only take a second of your time... Beaver: Only a second! Listen, listen sonny, you realize every second, seventy centimeters of water is wasted over that spillway? Tramp: Yeah, but... Beaver: Gotta get this log movin', sonny, gotta get it movin'! T'ain't the cuttin' take's the time, it's the doggone haulin'! Tramp: [looking from the leash to a branch on the log] The hauling! Exactly! Now, what you need is... Beaver: [chewing through part of the log] Better bisect this section here... Tramp: What you need is a log puller. [yelling] Tramp: I SAID A LOG PULLER! Beaver: I ain't deef, sonny. There's no need to... Did you say log puller? Tramp: [like a salesman] Haha, and by lucky coincidence, you see before you, modeled by the lovely little lady, the new, improved, patented, handy-dandy, never-fail little giant log puller. The busy beaver's friend! Beaver: You don't say! Tramp: Guaranteed not to wear, tear, rip or ravel. Turn around, sister, and show the customer the merchandise. And it cuts log-hauling time sixty-six percent! Beaver: Sixty-six percent, eh? Figure that! Well, how's it work? Tramp: [demonstrating] Why, it's no work at all! You merely slip this ring over the limb like this, and haul it off! Beaver: Uh, say, d'you mind if I slip it on for size? Tramp: Help yourself, friend, help yourself! Beaver: Okay! Hehe. Don't mind if I do! Uh... how'd'ya get the carn-starnded thing off, sonny? Tramp: Glad you brought that up, friend, glad you brought that up! To remove it, simply place the strap between your teeth... Beaver: Like this? Tramp: Kee-rect, friend. Now bite HARD! [beaver bites the muzzle off] Tramp: You see? Lady: It's off! Beaver: Say, that *is* simple!