At Last, at Last Page #3

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you've helped Giovannino overcome his problem.

Tonight, when Mrs. Valentina is taking

her bath, you'll be taking Giovannino.

Now, let me take a

moment to do an inventory...

When you see the takeoff angle has

reached 100 degrees, he's ready to fly.

And before dinner, be sure to spice

up the soup with pepper from Calabria.

Pepper, not soft butter...

Gabriela, you forgot to

add some soup to the pepper...

Why, is it too hot?

No, it's just like "The Towering

Inferno" with Paul Newman.

I'm sorry sir, it's a new kind of

pepper, and I didn't know how to use it...

...and Mr. Frederico likes things spicy.

That was more like a

flamethrower than pepper.

I hate this program. I'm going

to bed to read "Lady Chatterley".

- I'll be up as soon as I finish this cigarette.

- That's good, Giovannino!

- Good night, Uncle Frederico!

- Good night, Valentina!

I don't really like this program either.

I think I'll go out for a walk.

- Good night, Giovannino!

- Good night, Uncle!

- Good night, Mr. Frederico!

- Good night, Gabriela!

Excuse me!

The attacking forces begin

their offensive from the sky.

Throwing a wall of

steel ahead of the advance.

The first blows fall in the

surrounding area. The enemy senses danger...

...while below the means of defense

begin to weaken under the blows.

The enemy futiley tries to repulse the

attack that is battering it, and hold its lines.

The artillery opens a violent bombardment.

The defending forces seem to give up.

There is a predetermined strategy. Covered

by air support, the infantry advances in safely.

First infiltrating and then advancing.

While the enemy seems distracted,

predetermined targets are subjected to attack.

The infiltration continues its

steady advance and is unstoppable.

The enemy remains under cover and

tries to resist from his defensive position...

...hoping to attempt a counter-offensive.

Finally, the infantry leaves its

defensive position and mounts an attack...

What are you doing, Mr. Giovannino? Why

are you touching me? What are you thinking?

- I'll tear your panties off...

- Yes, Mr. Giovannino, just like old times...

You're so rough...

What if your wife comes...

Come here...

The bells have started to ring...

Stop it!

- Gabriela!

- Mr. Frederico!

Damn, that wasn't pepper.

That was a napalm bomb.

It feels like a fire in my stomach.

Bring me a lemonade, Gabriela.

Immediately, Mr. Frederico.

I'll be off to bed, Uncle.

Good night!

Bravo! That's a good idea.

Go quickly... you'd better hurry.

Valentina! Where are you?

- I'm in the bathroom, just a moment!

- Open the door!

Holy Ambrosia, you've lent a hand!

With respect, I give thanks for that!

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