Nothing But Trouble Page #3

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I've been saving them for weeks.

They're the red points.

Pretty, aren't they?

Now, Oliver, I know I can leave

everything safely in your hands.

I mean...

everything in...

in Stanley's hands...

I mean...

I'd better take them out of Stanley's hands.

I mean...

You'd better take Stanley with you.

Get him out of here!

I'll finish the dishes myself.

If I'm not mistaken, madam,

they ARE finished.

It was good of Uncle Saul to send out this way

without the bodyguards.

Well, His Highness thinks of

only your true welfare Your Majesty.

What is it, Ronetz?

Oh, it's a trifle.

It's only that I seem to be out of cigarettes.

Do you want to buy some?

Your Majesty won't mind

waiting for me, right here.

Oh, no. It'll be fun to be alone

for a few minutes.

Of course.

I shall return immediately.

Oh, Carroll, Falcon.

Good you're on time.

As deeply as Prince Saul and I regret this,

it is for the good of Orlandia.

His Majesty will accompany you

without question.

Of course.

He knows us so well.

You will explain that Prince Saul

has sent for him on an urgent matter.

If he wishes to wait for me,

tell him there's no time. That haste is vital.

That your car is waiting and do not

communicate with me. I'll call you.

He's gone!

That's strange.

Strange.

He was there a moment ago.

Let go!

You don't suppose...

My dear, Carroll, you'd could hardly expect

to find him among those hoodlums.

Perhaps he's gone back to his hotel.

Possibly...

We'd better go back to our apartment immediately.

Ronetz said he would call.

Signals ready...

2, 1, 6.

Willy!

Didn't I tell you to be home at 3 o'clock

to mind little Gwendolyn?

Awe gee, Ma.

There's only a couple of minutes left.

Oh, please, Mrs. Flannagan.

Let him finish the game.

No... Not another minute. It's after 4 o'clock now.

Come on, get home you!

4 o'clock? Gee, I've got to get going

on my paper route. So long fellas!

Wait a minute, Butch.

We got to have a referee.

Sorry.

Got to go.

Well, I guess we win. The score is 12-7

and you ain't got no right half.

Wait a minute, Chuck.

That's the rules.

You can't play with 10 men.

I beg your pardon,

but couldn't I substitute for Willy?

I'm quite a student of football.

Look at the fancy clothes.

He's a student, he says.

Yeah!

Get away, pennyweight.

This gang would bust you in half.

Alright, gang.

Game's over.

Yeah!

Wait a minute.

What do you mean, wait a minute?

We win by default!

Not if we get another player,

you don't.

You mean him?

It'll give us 3 minutes more to try

for a touchdown, wont it?

If we don't let him play,

we're licked right now!

Hey, kid!

Come back here!

OK! You're a right half back!

Get in there!

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