Having the Three Stooges running amok in an art studio where they can get their hands on all sorts of assorted paints and plaster, you would expect this to be one of their best short subjects. Instead, it starts out promisingly as they play starving hobos desperately seeking employment, but oddly stalls once they take refuge in the art studio. There is some relief at the end when they get involved in a clay-throwing free-for-all, but by then it's already missed the mark. Just average fare from the Stooges, circa 1935. (Trivia: the little girls who laugh while the Stooges jump through their hopscotch squares while fleeing from a cop are actually their kids). ** out of ****
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