The Bride Came C.O.D. Page #3

They have all the planes.

This is Tattletale Tommy Keenan

bringing you the latest news nonsense

with a bit of naughty innuendo

from the West Coast capital of the world.

Tonight, folks, it is my pleasure

to bring you the greatest scoop

ever to come out of the West.

As the culmination of a four-day

whirlwind courtship,

the musical world's most eligible bachelor,

Allen Brice,

will tonight become a benedict.

His bride will be

the beautiful Joan Winfield,

daughter of Lucius K. Winfield,

Texas oil tycoon.

Just four days ago...

Holy cats! I forgot. You're supposed

to fly the three of them to Vegas, Steve.

- The three of who?

- Can you imagine me forgetting?

- Come on. What's it all about?

- Listen to Keenan.

...the young couple were introduced

and fell in love at first sight.

- Less than an hour ago, Allen confided...

- They're eloping.

...to be his bride.

- Keenan hired our plane.

Well, call him right back.

We're not going to have a plane.

I, your correspondent...

If Hinkle was here,

we wouldn't even have a phone.

...to be married at once.

- Mr. Keenan? I think he's left.

- KFWB.

Is Mr. Keenan there?

- Chicago calling Miss Joan Winfield.

- Thank you. Sorry, sir. He's...

One moment, please.

I'll connect you with Studio A.

KFWB.

You raise daughters. You bring them up.

They get married.

- Not even so much as an invitation.

- What's that?

They say she just left the broadcasting

station for the airport, sir.

- What airport?

- They don't know, sir.

Well, get busy.

Call every airport in Los Angeles County.

- Yes, sir. Give me long distance, please.

- A fortune in phone calls.

- I'll take it out of her allowance.

- Long distance.

Yes.

It's no use. They left the radio station

to come down here.

Say. With a little luck

I might be able to take off with them

before Hinkle gets back.

That'll mean a few extra dollars.

Get it, will you, Peewee?

Hello?

What? Who? Chicago?

Who? Just a minute.

Who was that you said?

Miss Winfield?

No, she isn't here, but we're expecting her.

Wait a minute.

Hold on, a car just pulled up.

- Are you Miss Winfield?

- Yes!

- Telephone! Chicago!

- It's Father.

Don't let him talk you out of it.

Forty million people have gone to bed

thinking you're married.

- Hello, Pater.

- What's this "pater" baloney?

Now, listen, Dads.

I was going to call you from Las Vegas.

You didn't give me a chance

on the phone before.

I'm not your "Dads," either.

Five years ago before I struck oil

you thought enough of me

to call me Blubbermouth.

Listen. This is costing money.

What's all this bunk

about you getting married and to a...

Now... Now, Dad.

Please try to understand.

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