Here Come the Co-eds Page #2

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- How can I drive?!

- Drive the car, go ahead.

- How can I drive?!

Drive the car.

Go on, will ya?

There you are, you got it.

Here's the wheel over here.

Come on!

Go ahead.

Look out...

look out where you're driving.

- Pardon me, gentlemen.

- Go on, beat it. We're busy.

- We brought your car back.

- I haven't got time to listen to that ki...

it's them!

Grab them!

Wait a minute.

What's going on here, men?

These are the men

that stole our police car.

No, no, no, we didn't steal

it. We took it by mistake.

Didn't we bring it back? Doesn't

that prove that we're honest?

I can see that. Most men would

have run away. Release them, boys.

Oh, no, not until we pay for

the gasoline we used.

- That won't be necessary.

- Chief, we insist.

After all, we used your gas.

We want to pay for it.

Very well.

Measure it, Flanagan.

- Measure it, Flanagan.

- Yes.

Measure it!

About a sixth of a gallon.

Oh, a sixth of a gallon.

Well, I think I have enough

here to cover that, thank you.

- There you are, Chief.

- Thank you.

It's a pleasure to meet fine

conscientious citizens like you.

Thank you, Chief.

- Have one of my cigars.

- Thank you.

By the way, just a minute. Tut-tut.

Have one of my matches.

- Thank you.

- Excuse me, please.

Have a match.

That's it. That's the idea.

Fine smoke, right?

- Hurry up, Oliver!

- But what will you boys do?

That's all right.

We'll get along.

We'd better get along right now!

- Cops!

- Out the fire escape!

- Oliver! Oliver!

- Come on!

Oliver! No!

Out!

Oliver, there's

no fire escape there!

I just found that out!

Hurry up, Oliver.

All right, all right.

Take it easy. Take it easy.

Are you all right?

Get up on your feet.

Quick, hide!

Come on, hurry up!

- Miss McCarthy?

- Yes?

My name is Benson...

Dean Benson of Bixby College.

May I come in?

Why, yes.

Thank you.

I read the magazine article

about your ambition and I...

- How do you do?

- All:
Hello.

This is my brother, Mr. McCarthy,

and his friend Oliver Quackenbush.

- How do you do?

- Mm-hmm.

This is the dean.

The who?

The dean.

Dean.

Dean?

Dean.

Did you ever pitch

for the St. Louis Cardinals?

No. As I was saying, Miss McCarthy,

I read the magazine article

and I'm here to award you

the Bixby Foundation Scholarship.

- I'm afraid I can't...

- Wait a minute. What is it worth?

Well, it covers the tuition

and registration fees,

room and board,

and all necessary expenses.

- Both:
She'll take it!

- Oh, no, I won't!

You see, Slats and Oliver

just lost their jobs

and we're sort of dependent

on each other.

I couldn't possibly

leave them.

That's very loyal of you.

What sort of work do you do?

Practically anything...

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