Morning, noon
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 . And while he ate he talked . `` Gee whiz , I 'm crazy to see that picture , '' he said . `` We usually go for the educational films , '' said Mrs. Bartlett .