Daffy Duck's Quackbusters Page #2

Rio de Janeiro, tropical nights, romance,

and a heavy bank account.

- No. No.

- Yes. Yes.

But you weren't smart enough, John,

alias Johnnie.

Alias Jack.

Alias Jackie.

What's Humphrey Bogart got

that I ain't got?

But I... But you...

But just to show you I'm not all copper...

...I'm gonna give you

a 10-minute head start.

- But I...

- Don't try to fight me now.

Hurry, they're on your trail!

Run! Out this way!

And stay on the straight and narrow.

Now to business. Lace your corset, J.P.

Here I come.

Mm-hm. Hmm.

Don't worry, gramps.

We'll have you fixed up in a jiffy.

What's that for, bub?

I haven't even started yet.

What's the matter?

You see anything green?

Any flies on me?

"And to my beloved mascot,

Daffy Duck...

...who has given me much solace

in my final days...

...I leave the bulk

of my financial assets...

...with the provision...

...that Daffy use the money

to exemplify the highest spirit...

...of American free enterprise...

...and display honesty

in all business affairs. "

Whoo-hoo! Success at last.

Ah. Upward mobility.

The smell of it.

Gads, that Cubish. What a rube.

Honesty in business affairs.

Honesty in business affairs.

How corny can you get?

I mean, what's he gonna do?

He can't take it with him.

Oh, no?

Cubish.

What? No.

Cut it out, would you?

You must use the money

for good in the world.

Yeah, use it for good.

Strange that you should mention that.

My very intention.

You took the words

right out of my mouth.

You must provide a service

to the community.

Yup. Uh-huh. Sure, sure.

Community service.

It's the American way.

Sheesh. What a hypocrite. What a gyp.

Community service, huh?

I'll give him community service.

I'll see to it that ingrate ghosts

are wiped from the face of the Earth.

I'll rid the world of disgusting

ectoplasmic slime like J.P. Cubish.

Nice ectoplasmic slime like J.P. Cubish.

Whew.

Quite artistic, if I do say so myself.

Things are really looking up.

Nice new office, appropriate decor...

...and me, set to embark

on a potentially lucrative business endeavor.

Yup, the supernatural

is a wide-open field.

There are crackpots out there who think

they've seen a spook or something.

It's supply and demand.

They supply the ghosts

and I demand the money.

All of which is safely ensconced herein.

Sixteen million, 17...

Twenty-six, 27.

Okay, it's all here.

What's left of it, anyway.

Now all I need is some underlings

to boss around.

After all,

somebody's gotta do the dirty work.

Which reminds me,

where is that stupid rabbit?

He was supposed to be here an hour ago.

Thinks he's such a big star.

Not again. Eek!

What'd I say? What'd I say?

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