Close Relations Page #3

Air! Air! Air!

Give me air. My fever is burning me up!

- Don't get excited, Uncle, I'll be right

with you. -I am excited. Give me air!

Keep quiet and I'll get the

doctor for you, Uncle. Doctor!

Oh, doctor! We're in trouble! Doctor?

Oh, where's the doctor? Take your time,

Uncle, I'll get him. Take your time.

Uncle!

- Quick. Some ice. I'm burning up.

I'm burning up! -Ice? -Ice. Ice.

- Ice, yes. -Ice.

Ice. Ice. Ice. Ice.

- Keep cool, Uncle, I'll get the

doctor. Doctor! -Some more ice.

- More ice. I'm burning! -Oh doctor!

Doctor! Help! Help! Doctor! Doct...

- What do you want?

Not now. Wait a minute. Uncle's in

trouble. You better come inside.

Here?

Aah! I'm freezing. Help me! Help

me! Im burning. I'm freezing. Aah!

- Oh, I'm burning. I'm burning. I'm freezing.

I'm freezing. -Come on, lie down.

I won't. I won't.

Let me out. Let me out.

Give me air! Let me out!

- Wait a minute. Where's

Uncle? -He's in the rug.

- And he's getting awful

heavy. Where'll I put him?

- Put him right down here.

- Let me out!

- Do you mean to say that Mr. Wart is

in there? -No, sir. He WAS in there...

Help! Help! Help!

Grab hold of the bucket,

Uncle. Ill pull you up!

- Alright, come on. -Hold on tight Uncle!

- Thats it. Come on, here he comes...

- Hang on tight now. -That's it. Hang on,

Mr. Wart. We'll get you up. There you...

Shucks!

- Come on, Uncle, grab a hold of that

rope again. -Are you alright, Uncle?

Is the fire out?

- Come on, come on.

- Try it again now.

- Now hang on. -Don't be discouraged,

Mr. Wart. -That's good.

Just a minute. What's

all this about?

- Why, who are you, anyway?

- Well, we're a couple of Warts.

- Warts? -I'm Wilbur Wart.

- Yeah, and I'm Harry Wart.

And we're Mr. Wart's nephews.

- Nephews? -Yes, sir, and we're

the sole heir to his fortune.

Fortune?

Why, he hasn't got a dime.

What?

- Do you mean to tell me that he

hasnt got a cent? -Not a cent.

Well, then, how about this

letter I got from Dr. Carver?

Yes, sir, and how about this telegram

that I got? Isn't that right, doctor?

"Dr." Carver? "Doctor"?

Oh, haha... I'm beginning to understand.

- Now, you see, I own this

sanitarium. -Sanitarium?

Why, certainly. But perhaps

I'd better explain to you.

You see, Carver here

thinks he's a doctor.

Just imagine.

And Mr. Wart thinks himself a very

wealthy man with thousands of relatives.

Silly, isn't it?

Now, he's always writing to them.

But we never mail his letters.

Why, where he even got the stamp for

the one he sent you is beyond me.

You see, everybody around

this place is, uh...

- Psychopathic?

- No. Nuts!

Do you mean to say that that

pretty little nurse is...

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