Mr. Peabody and the Mermaid Page #4

can't do anything very much...

You take one of those

Esquire Magazine Englishmen

with that little moustache

and that accent,

it's murder what they do to married women.

Polly's got a darned

good head on her shoulders.

But along comes one of those

Old School Tie boys and...

Not that I haven't got

complete faith in Polly.

Oh, Brother!

Who'd've known about that...

hooked her tail.

Holy Jumping Moses

Polly!

Polly!

Polly!

Polly!

Oh! Darn it!

Take it easy, Miss, will you?

Where's Mrs. Peabody?

Madam's gone to town, Sir,

she'll be right back, though.

You don't generally take

fish upstairs, Sir.

Just... just take it easy, my Dear.

There we are... there.

Nobody's gonna hurt you, nobody's gon...

Oh!

Yes.

Up, up, all right, come on dear.

Now... here we go... there we go.

That's it, now you just trust your Uncle

Arthur and everything will be ALL right.

Just a moment.

Now...

Oh, yes.

Well, all right now, just...

just open your mouth.

C'mon now, it... it'll do you good.

Just... just open up...

like that.

Yeah, go on, that... that's a good girl.

That's what we call...

Mr. Peabody back yet?

Yes, Madam, he's waiting

for you in the living room.

Oh, well, I'm going to take

a bath first if he asks.

- What's the matter? Is something wrong?

- No, Madam, there's nothing wrong.

What ails you, you silly animal?

Who's that?

- Arthur!

- Polly.

Would you mind telling me

who that woman is in my bathroom?

- Woman? Oh, oh, oh, that's no woman.

- Well, it must be a pretty fancy fellow.

The place reeks of my

best Forbidden Madness.

- Oh, but that's impossible.

- Why is it?

Because, a... a piscatorial phenomenon simply

wouldn't use Forbidden Madness, that's why.

- Are you tight?

- Not at all.

I have had a rather odd experience.

You must be! Who is that up there?

My Dear, that happens to be

nothing less than a mermaid.

An authentic, flesh and blood mermaid.

Have you got that... that Livingston woman

up there taking a bath in my tub?

No, of course not, why should I give

Cathy Livingston a bath?

- You better come upstairs with me for a moment.

- Oh, but you better listen first.

Let's go up first, we may

have more to talk about then.

Polly.

Polly.

Polly.

Now, Polly, this is a

situation that calls for

a couple of words of

explanation, believe me.

Now, will you speak to

your friend or shall I?

- It's no use, she can't talk.

- No?

Hello!

- Will you come out, or should I come in?

- She can't walk, either.

- Drunk?

- No legs.

- I'm coming in.

- Tally-ho.

- You're not tight.

- I told you.

You're plastered!

Well, as a matter of fact, I'm NOT, but I'm

GOING to be, I can promise you that.

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