Lt. Robin Crusoe, U.S.N. Page #2
- G
- Year:
- 1966
- 110 min
- 135 Views
And a jacket cut along simple lines.
A deep, plunging "V" in
front and laced sides.
Let's see. May, June, July.
Seven, 14, 21.
Twenty-second,
twenty-third, twenty-fourth.
Another day, another nut.
July 25th.
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday, Lt. Crusoe
Happy birthday to you
Driven by loneliness and curiosity,
I resolved to explore
this lonely island.
If it was an island.
Still no sign of another human being.
It was almost as if I were
Dear, you never knew my
father. His name was Joe Crusoe.
Pop was a frustrated streetcar
motorman back in Kansas City, Kansas,
who always wanted to run away to sea.
He never made it, but he stuck
me with the name Robinson.
Why couldn't Dad have
named me Dwight or Lyndon?
It was indeed an island.
Now I knew for certain.
I was alone.
I took a new direction homeward,
coming upon a part of the
shore that was unknown to me.
At first I paid scant attention
because I was too busy
feeling sorry for myself.
Then I saw it.
Hello?
Hello!
War over.
Me... Me friend of Sessue Hayakawa.
Okay?
Hello?
Anybody here?
Boop. Boop.
Boop. Boop.
I've always wanted to do this.
Boop-boop-boop.
Boop-boop-boop.
Ow.
Hello!
What? Oh, I... Hello.
Oh. That's...
Hello there.
Captain Nemo, I presume, huh?
I sure admire that gun you got there.
That could blow a hole big enough to...
Mind if I have a look at it?
- It's not an American
- made...
Well, there, there,
buddy. It's okay now.
Hey, listen. How'd you get here anyway?
Listen, who are you?
Huh?
A fellow American!
Oh, boy. If you only knew
how glad I am to see you.
What's this?
" Astro-Chimp Floyd?
Project Mercury. Discoverer of bearer
please notify Navy
Department, Washington, D.C."
An astro-chimp.
Well, sir, let me tell you
what an honor it is to meet you.
In my book, you're one of
Hey, mind if I look around in here?
Of course he couldn't answer.
But I could almost
figure it out for myself.
It was years since the chimp program
on space probes was phased out.
Floyd probably landed
out of recovery range,
floated to shore in a space capsule,
broken out and managed
somehow to survive.
After all, why shouldn't he survive?
Floyd wasn'tjust any animal.
The Navy selected these creatures
for their high degree of adaptability.
As I recall, the IQs of those
astro-chimps compared favorably...
with those of your average naval ensign.
Oh, boy!
A Japanese supermarket!
Wait a minute. Let's
not lose our heads here.
I don't need comic books. I
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