Locker 13 Page #5

Manfred, please.

And after a couple of drinks,

just plain Fred.

What do you say to that?

That sounds pretty nice, Fred.

Manfred.

Clifford, I really hope

I didn't overhear you

discussing our competitive zeal

regarding the Moose Lodge

with someone outside the order.

Please remove the stain

of shame from my immortal soul.

It is with my very life's blood

that I endeavor to undo

that which blots the good standing

of the Benevolent Byzantine Order

of the Nobles of the Enigmatic Oracle.

Let's just not have

that happen again, Clifford.

No, sir.

Now go wash up.

Yes, sir.

So, Eugene, are you prepared

for the initiation ceremony

this evening?

- One!

- Two!

Three!

Clumsy!

So, Eugene, are you prepared

for your initiation ceremony this evening?

Uh, yeah.

Yes, I think so.

I'm grateful for the opportunity.

I can assure you,

it's a lot less intimidating

than you may have been led

to believe.

Really? I'm glad to hear that.

There's...

There's not really paddling,

is there?

My boy, the only paddling

you'll find here

is the paddling

of the canoe of success

down the river of free enterprise

and fellowship,

and the Lodge is

the rudder on that canoe.

No rudders on a canoe, Fred.

- What?

- A canoe's got no rudder.

Well, it's certainly got

a steering device of some sort,

to stay the course of industry?

Oars, Fred. Canoe has oars.

Have you been

shown around the Lodge?

No, nope.

- Please.

- Okay.

This is our dressing room,

where each member

is assigned a locker

where he keeps

his sacred implements...

his robe, minor scepter,

fez block and such.

These items are never

to leave the premises

under any circumstances.

Never.

Unless they get dirty.

Well, yes,

then they can be taken home

and laundered,

but otherwise...

Hmm.

Well, well,

who gets the fancy locker?

Eugene?

Can I call you Gene?

Gene, we don't talk

about this particular sacrarium.

It has its purpose,

and we don't talk about it,

so let's not talk about it any further.

It has its purpose,

and that's as it should be.

Understood?

Hey, guys, I apologize.

Oh, no, no.

Your ignorance is refreshing,

for now.

What's all the hubbub?

I know you fellas

don't want to miss the show,

and by show, I mean va-va-voom!

Never mind Grover.

He's the Lodge wag,

a more unrepentant wearer

of the motley you'll not soon find.

Nor should you.

Well said.

Hello, boys!

Hey.

My goodness,

is anyone else hot in here,

or is it just me?

Whoa!

Say, boys, I feel like singin'.

Does anybody mind?

What happened

to your hand, buddy?

Excuse me, Miss,

uh, where's Trixie?

Oh, well, that.

Trixie came down

with a bad case of the thrumps

and a touch of milk leg.

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