Abbott and Costello Meet the Keystone Kops Page #2

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Come on, we'll try

and get your money.

What are you gonna

do with that sign?

Put it here

with the other ones.

When we get to California, how do

you know Gorman's gonna be there?

We'll wait for him. You

heard what the detective said.

They traced them all the way to the

train that was heading for the coast.

And then

they lost track of them.

I wish I'd lost him

before he found me.

Why didn't you tell me

the train was coming?

Where did you think that whistle

was coming from? A peanut stand?

I was trying to scare

you a little bit. Yeah.

Come on, if we're gonna

get Gorman, let's get going.

Harry, my foot is stuck.

Will you help me?

What's the matter?

Foot is stuck.

Let me see.

Don't get excited,

I'll throw the switch.

Hurry up, will you?

Throw the switch.

Throw the switch.

You made it tighter.

Harry, get up.

Harry, don't play like that now,

pull the switch will you, Harry?

Harry.

Willie. Willie.

Willie, tell me where it hurts.

Where does it hurt, Willie?

I'll get you to California if I

have to carry you all the way myself.

Going my way, fellows?

We sure are.

Why, you dirty double-crosser.

No, you don't.

No thanks, pop. We're in a

hurry. We're going to California.

So am I. Sure would enjoy

company on this trip.

Yeah, but we're in a hurry.

Thanks a lot.

Well, so long.

Come on. Let's go with the

poor old man to California.

We can get there

faster by walking.

Walking?

Certainly.

No, you don't.

Pick up those bags.

Pick up those bags.

Pick them up.

Didn't know we were

scheduled to stop here.

Next stop's supposed

to be Los Angeles.

Come.

Mr. Toumanoff?

Yes. We're Los Angeles

Police, come with us.

Well, I do not understand.

You will. Come on.

You're holding up the train.

You must give me time to change.

You will wait outside, please.

We didn't get very far,

did we, Sergei?

Twenty-three skidoo.

Would you mind telling me

why I am under arrest?

My dear Mr. Toumanoff,

you are not under arrest.

I am Rudolph Snavely, President

of Amalgamated Pictures.

And I took this means of

outwitting my competitors...

in order to sign you to your

first Hollywood contract.

But the police?

They are your escorts

to the City of the Cinema.

I going to like it here.

Come, my dear.

Hey, Willie.

Now it's your turn to ride.

No, not me, the train.

Come on.

Close that other door.

We don't want no railroad

detective to catch us in here.

Harry, we're in Los Angeles

already. Boy, we sure made good time.

Well, California,

here we are.

Pick up those bags. We got

to get back on the train.

Pick them up. Come on.

Be careful, boy.

Throw me the bag.

Willie.

Harry!

All right, I'm coming!

Willie.

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