Hold That Ghost Page #3

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She's got no right

hangin' around.

What can we do for you?

We've got a special on.

Ooh! I think

you got a blowout!

Just one of his pranks.

What can we do for you?

I want to park for a couple hours.

Certainly. Nothing but service.

Park the man's car.

Right!

Be careful with it. I just

had it waxed. Don't worry.

He should have his license

taken away.

I'll see that he does...

as soon as he gets one.

All right.

Ten gallons of gas. I'm

in a hurry. Check your oil?

No... no!

Want some oil?

Check the water. The water's

okay. Hurry with the gas.

With every 4 quarts of oil

we give you "die-fly. "

Kills moths in rugs, bugs

and slugs. Ten gallons of gas.

- Want some oil?

- No!

You a tough guy?

Yes!

You're wasting time. Clean up

the back. How 'bout new tires?

Here's our card. When it's fully

punched, you get new dishes.

The lady'll enjoy that. I'm not married.

Want some oil? I don't want

tires, dishes, or fly spray.

Most of all, I don't want oil!

In case you want some, we got it.

Hurry up with

that gas!

Quit stalling. Get the gas in. All right.

What do you know?

Hmm-hmm.

Hmm-hmm!

Ain't loaded.

What was that?

That looks like Moose Matson! Moose Matson?

You're right.

What are you doing?

What's the big idea?

I wanna get outta here, get back to

the gas station. What is it you want?

My mama. Get over here and drive.

Get up there and help him.

Make it snappy. Yes, sir.

Look out!

Whoa!

Aaah!

It's awful quiet,

ain't it?

Pull over someplace, will ya?

Lefty...

get a doctor,

will ya?

Who's Lefty?

I don't know.

Lefty isn't here.

"I, Sidney Matson,

known as Moose Matson...

"being of sound mind

and under no duress...

"make this my

last will and testament.

"Whereas anybody who associates

with me must be a rat...

"whereas I can't tell my friends

from stoolies or chiselers...

"and whereas it's impossible to foresee who

will turn yellow when the going gets tough...

"I hereby bequeath

all my worldly possessions...

to those with me at the final moment

when the coppers dim my lights. "

That's us! You mean, we get his money?

There is none

as far as we know.

Moose always said he kept his money in

his head. We never learned what he meant.

The only tangible asset

is a tavern on highway 129.

A tavern? That's a hotel. Yeah.

One minute

you work in a station...

next you own a hotel.

Next back in the station.

Send Mr. Smith in.

I've taken the liberty

of asking my associate...

to accompany you to your

property and turn over the keys.

It won't be too much

bother? No bother at all.

Hello, Charlie. Meet

Mr. Murray and Mr. Jones.

- Mr. Murray, Mr. Jones.

- Hello.

These are the beneficiaries

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