Here Comes Mr. Jordan Page #2

- Yeah, that's what he did.

- Yes, sir.

Oh, I know that we messengers

shouldn't permit our emotions to sway us...

but there he was, sir,

just plummeting earthward.

I wanted to spare him the agony

of crashing, so...

- Unpardonably presumptuous.

- Yeah.

Well, I'm just desolate about it, sir.

What territory do you cover?

It's a place called New Jersey.

And if it could be arranged, sir,

I should like very much to be transferred.

- You're new, aren't you?

- I am. Yes, sir.

It's my first trip.

I was put on only this morning.

I thought so.

Overzealousness. Out for record collections.

This happens right along

with the inexperienced.

- Really? Oh, dear.

- It wasn't in the cards.

Nothing can happen to me

when I've got my lucky sax along.

And how did he manage to wangle

that thing up here?

Mr. Jordan, sir.

On Pendleton, Joseph,

the official record says both his parents...

are happily withdrawn and awaiting

his arrival.

Joseph is scheduled to join them

the morning of May 11, 1991.

1991? That's 50 years from now.

What did I tell you?

It seems you were a little premature.

50 years to go yet.

You certainly pulled a boner this time.

Mr. Pendleton, I feel I owe you an apology.

I'd tell the world you do.

Never mind, we all make mistakes.

There's no harm done.

- Just forget about it and take me back.

- Take you back?

Naturally, take him back.

Return him to the body out of which

you so indiscreetly snatched him.

Yeah, and make it snappy.

I got to meet Corkle.

- He's liable to be worried.

- Corkle?

Yeah, he's my manager.

I'm training for the Murdock fight.

Got to keep my body in the pink.

Come on, let's go.

Mr. Pendleton, if you don't mind,

I'm the one who says, "Let's go."

Glad to have met you, Mr. Jordan.

And thanks for straightening

everything out for me.

Not at all.

I'll be seeing you 50 years from now,

if you're still on the job.

- I will be.

- So long.

There's the old crate.

Hey!

What happened? I'm not here.

Where is it? I mean, where am I?

Well, dear me.

You ought to be around here somewhere.

Well, obviously,

your body has been removed.

- Yeah, but where to? Where to?

- Well, let me see.

Perhaps I'd better take you back

to Mr. Jordan.

Wait, I know. Corkle. He did it.

Ten to one, he's got me laying out

in my own living room right now, the dope.

- Let's go.

- Mr. Pendleton...

I say, "Let's go."

Let's go.

Boy, we sure get around.

Zip, we're at the crash.

Bam, we're here in New York.

How do you do it?

I'm going to ask you not to pry

into trade secrets, Mr. Pendleton.

It's okay with me. Here we are. Here's home.

Extra, extra, read all about it!

Joe Pendleton crashes in plane!

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