Hit The Ice

All right, nurse.

Doc, I feel terrible.

This is the worst

I've felt all week.

Now, just relax,

Mr. Fellowsby.

Quite frankly

your case baffles us,

but this next series of tests

should explain your high fever.

I'll drop in

and see you later.

Thank you, Doctor.

Dr. Burns.

Yes, nurse?

I don't think there's anything wrong

with that man. I think he's faking!

I'm sure your diagnosis

is based on something

as scientific as, say,

a woman's intuition.

But a little while ago

his temperature was normal,

and when I told him so,

he actually got angry.

- What's your name, nurse?

- Peggy Osborne.

- New here?

- Yes, sir, but...

You know it's against all rules

to tell a patient his temperature.

Yes, sir.

That nurse is

getting suspicious.

Why can't we knock

that bank over now?

Why not, Boss?

It's laying right

across the street.

I could reach out this window

and grab a handful of small change.

Jump into your duds,

we'll hop over there,

do the deed, and you'll be

back in bed in 10 minutes.

It's a perfect alibi...

just like you figured.

Look, we don't move

out of here

until the boys

from Detroit arrive.

Why do we need a couple

of outside mugs?

Listen, will you leave

the brain work to me?

I've never seen

these boys from Detroit,

but they tell me they handle

a gun like it was a blonde.

Yeah, but how are we

gonna know these guys?

They're gonna give me the password.

They're gonna say,

"Is the doctor here?"

Give me a couple of those pills

that give me the fever, will you?

I'm beginning to cool off.

There you are, my friend.

Just place a quarter

and your address in an envelope

and we'll mail

your picture to you.

There you are.

Just mail us 25 cents.

Weokie!

Weokie!

Where did you

learn that call?

Same place you did.

18th Street.

Hey, you're

not Bill Burns,

who was the dumbest kid

on our street?

The very same,

only it's Dr. William Burns now.

Gee, I'm glad

to see you, Flash.

Am I glad to see you.

I've got Little Tubby with me.

- You remember Little Tubby?

- Sure.

He's around here someplace.

Tubby, oh Tub...

He must be down this way.

Oh, Tub!

Tubby!

He's around here someplace.

Look out for these things.

Tubby! Tub...

- Somebody call me?

- What are you doing in there?

Well, I needed a darkroom

to reload my camera.

Well, why pick out

a trash can?

I don't have to pay

any rent here.

Never mind that.

Get out of here.

Hey, wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

I don't want to be helped

by strangers. Who's him?

That's your old pal, Burns.

Don't you remember, Burns the kid?

- Bill Burns?

- Bill Burns.

Bill, I'm glad to see you.

How have you been?

Get me out.

I want to talk to you. Come on.

Fire engines.

Fire engines.

What's he

so excited about?

An editor promised us a job on a

newspaper if we could get him a scoop.

Yeah, maybe we could shoot

some pictures of the fire.

I might be able to help you.

Come with me.

- Going to the fire, Mack?

- Yes, Doctor.

Hop in, boys,

this may be your break.

- Where's the fire?

- In your eye.

Oooh!

Whoo! Whoo!

Oh, you clumsy...

whew.

Tubby, you haven't changed.

You're still getting into trouble.

Say, Bill, I wonder what the rest

of the gang are doing nowadays.

You remember Johnny Long?

You mean the kid that

always played the fiddle?

Yeah, he's got a swing band

up at Sun Valley.

Got me the job

as resident physician up there.

You hear that?

Everybody's going places but us.

We'll get rolling.

Whoa!

Now I know what they mean

by share the ride.

Hey, what have you got,

A or B coupon?

Keep quiet.

You've got to kick in

with an A or B.

- Quiet!

- Give me something!

Hey, you'll have

to get off now.

I've got to get a retread.

Come on, hurry up!

Look at that fire!

Come on, get the cameras!

Oh boy!

Oooh!

Here, Tubby.

Here's your camera.

You didn't get hurt,

did you?

- No.

- Thattaboy! Me neither.

Get those ladders working!

Quick now!

Hey, Chiefie!

Hey, Chief!

Hi, Chiefie!

Look at the camera

and see the little birdie!

A cute little one!

Watch!

Now, watch

the little birdie!

Hey! Stand still,

will ya?

The chief turned

into a tree.

Now somebody put a ladder

in front of me.

Get the ladder

out of there, will you?

Oh, boy!

What a fog! Whooo!

I'll never be able

to drive home in that!

Boy, these people

look small.

I'll have to change

the lens.

Hiya!

- If he falls, he'll break his neck.

- What are we going to do?

Chief, get that ladder down

before he's killed!

Flash:
Bring him down! Hold it, Tubby!

Bring him down!

Bring him down!

Flash! Flash!

Hold it, Tubby.

Flash!

- Flash!

- Swell!

Now turn around so I can get

your face in the picture!

I got it!

Oh, it's hot!

I can't hang on

any longer!

Here I come!

Whoo!

Whoo!

Tubby! Tubby!

Are you all right?

Weokie!

Tubby! Oh, Doc! Doc! Oh, Doc!

We'll have to take x-rays. Take him

down the hall while I make a report.

Oh, I forgot her chart.

Oh, oh.

- What happened?

- You've just had a baby.

A baby?

A boy or a girl?

A boy.

A boy?

- Does it look like me?

- Exactly like you.

Cute little fellow.

I'm so lucky!

What!

A baby?!

It's a man!

Hey, Flash!

Never mind.

No you don't! No you don't! No you don't!

I've been looking all over

for you. Where've you been?

Having a baby.

Having a baby?

Yeah. Come on,

let's get out of here.

Wait a minute. We can't.

We've gotta find Bill.

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