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`` Three 's my lucky number , '' said Pee-wee . Then , suddenly bethinking himself he added , `` but I do n't mean I want to get three jelly rolls -- you understand . '' `` Yes , we understand , '' said Mrs. Bartlett . So it befell that Pee-wee , alias Walter Harris , scout of the first class -LRB- in quality if not in quantity -RRB- found himself riding luxuriously down Main Street in the rear seat of Mr. Bartlett 's big Hunkajunk touring car , eating a jelly roll with true scout relish , for it was now close to eight o'clock and Pee-wee had not eaten anything since supper-time . Having completed this good turn to Mrs. Bartlett he proceeded to do a good turn to himself by bringing forth two sandwiches out of the pocket usually associated with a far more dangerous weapon . This was his emergency kit which he always carried . Morning , noon , or night , he always carried a couple of sandwiches the same as motorists carry extra tires .