The Bank Dick Page #3

Please help! Robbery!

Help! Help! Police!

- Let's split that money up right now.

- Keep goin'.

- Supposing we get split up?

- What of it?

- How much money you got? Start counting.

- No!

- Don't you trust me?

- I don't trust nobody. Not even my mother.

- Give me my end.

- Turn loose of me.

Bank robbers. Two of 'em.

Went down this alley.

"Out to tea. Joe. "

Be drinkin' sarsaparilla next.

- Gimme half of that dough.

- I will not!

Must be another holdup somewhere.

There they are!

Grab him while I put these on.

That's not one of the crooks.

That's Mr. Sous.

Yeah, Sous.

Accent grave over the "E."

Fine job apprehending this desperado

and retrieving the bank funds.

- What?

- You saved the $50,000. That's the most important part.

Yeah, 50,000 ain't hay.

- Other fella got away on you, huh?

- What happened?

Uh, yes! Yes! He got away.

Pulled a knife on me.

- An assegai.

- Lucky you had that revolver.

- You always carry it with you?

- Take this.

We detectives gotta do those things.

Never know when you're gonna catch

a couple of bank robbers.

Mr. Skinner would like to see you and

thank you after what's just happened.

- Why don't you drop into the bank?

- I'll tell 'im about it.

- Which way did the other fella go?

- There was another fella?

- He went away.

- Away where?

Look out there!

I'll give him a punch in the nose.

See those handcuffs

are on tight, will ya?

- Come to headquarters and identify this fella.

- Okay.

I'll break every bone in his hand.

- Myrtle should be proud to have a father like you.

- I guess she is.

No wonder,

after a thing like that.

Elsie Mae Adele Brunch Sous's father

just caught a burglar.

And he tried to cut his throat

with a knife about this long!

Yeah.

And he had a gun

about this big!

- You don't say?

- Did you kill him with one bullet?

Mm-hmm.

- Ohh, jiminy, you're pretty good.

- Jiminy!

One or two bullets. I was so busy shooting

him. That's the way I catch burglars.

- Do another!

- Oh, boy!

- Will you teach me?

- Ooh, that's swell.

I'll teach you

when you grow up.

I never smoked a cigarette

till I was nine.

Sign my autograph book,

Mr. Souse?

"Sou-say," son.

Accent grave over the "E."

- There's the accent grave.

- I saw you through the window.

- Oh, did ya?

- A knife four feet long, eh?

I'll say that the sword

Lee surrendered to Grant...

was a potato peeler by comparison.

You better come in and have

a little poultice on the house.

Don't mind if I do.

Mr. Sous? Here's the interview

you gave me for my paper.

- Look it over and see if it's correct.

- Oh, thanks.

I'll pursue it instanta.

Oh, yes!

"Skinner's National Bank robbed.

Egbert Sous makes daring... "

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