Mr. Peabody and the Mermaid Page #3

at these seaside sociables,

swimming or singing.

She sings, too?

Stoddard Omby, he's out of

musical comedy, you know.

You married?

- Yes, but...

- Then you wouldn't be interested in...

Oh, well, not right now, I'm afraid.

Look, would you be willing to

introduce me to this Miss Livingston?

- It just happens...

- You don't have to explain, that's my business,

good will and public relations.

See, I'm the press agent

for this jungle paradise.

Oh, well, I... I'd appreciate it very much.

- Just as soon as soon as she comes out.

- Uh-huh.

I've... uh... it happens I've had a...

an experience.

It's a rather... uh... curious thing...

as a matter of fact... uh...

- Been married some time I see, huh?

- Huh?

Oh, yes, nearly 15 years.

These are by P

which is Greek to me.

- Who is she, you know?

- Not from this angle.

Rather a neat little number, though.

Not that I pay a good deal of

attention to that sort of thing anymore.

Well, if we're going to start

lying to each other, why...

Here comes Miss Barracuda now.

C'mon.

- Hey! You know that girl?

- Yeah.

- That's not a girl, that's my wife.

- No kid!

Holy smokes, I never saw her in

a suit like that before in my life.

How are you, Fitz, Darling?

Miss Livingston, Mr. Peabody.

- How do you do, Miss Livingston.

- How are you?

Mr. Peabody's an American freak,

he's just been leering at his own wife.

How charming, you must

be a dream of a husband.

I am, but who's that with her?

- Who's got a cigarette?

- Oh, here you are.

Thanks! That's Major Robert Hadley.

- He's on the Governor General's staff.

- Well, shall we join him?

Do you wish to very much?

- My word! What a gruesome looking fellow.

- That's my husband.

Yes, I know.

But you DO sing, don't you?

Yes, but I can't sing

without accompaniment.

Listen, do you know that?

The Caribbees, the Caribbees

When nothing goes by

but clouds in the sky above.

The tiny key,

the roaring sea.

Their soft serenade just

seems to be made for love.

I dream how heavenly

the night would be

with you with me within your arms.

- How old is he really?

- Forty-six.

The rains disguise the full moon's rise

come under a net of

sleepy palmetto trees.

This dream come true, if only you

and the islands they

call the Caribbees.

The circumstances were

entirely different.

Polly had made a public

spectacle of herself.

And in that suit! Holy Moses!

I was simply making a few

serious inquiries into a matter.

It was gone.

I gave up.

As a matter of fact,

Polly was never wronger in her life.

I don't go for those all-around women like

Cathy Livingston, they make me nervous.

What I like is a woman who

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