Road to Bali

The Commonwealth of Austrailia.

Land of many frontiers.

Lone stepping stone across the

vast Pacific, to the mysterious

brooding islands of the of the Malasia.

Last outpost of the art and culture

of the western world.

Our story takes us to

Meldbourne.....

Melbourne. The birthplace of Nelly

Malmer, the famous soprano....

Austrailia's gift to the American

opera.

Appearing here, as a token of

appreciation, for Melbourne's

glorious gifts are...

...two distinguished concert artists,

steeped in the traditions of

American's classical music.

You ready for this?

There he goes. One of our best

pupils.

He had a tough time getting the

lead out of his feet, but there he

goes. I'll never forget. We were down in......

Don't bend the wardrobe.

Is this the bloke that popped the

question?

Both of them did.

- Eunice.

- Harold.....oh darling, this is the

happiest day of my life.

Then why spoil it with a wedding?

But darling, I want to marry you, or

Joe.

- Oh fine, I'll be best man. See ya!

-What!?

- Boy, have I got something cooked up for you.

- Yeah? Put it int he deep freeze.'

Did a similiar situation occur in

Allentown in 47?

- Thanks for the memory.

- Let's get out of here fast.

This'll drive them crazy, when it

doesn't come back.

Yeah, come on.

You come back here.

Poor man may not have his teeth in

today.

Gentlem, I told you. There are no

two actors travelling together on this train.

There's one of them.

Pilot to belly gunner, bailing out."

Wouldn't listen to me, would you?

Let's stow away on a boat to Frisco,

I said. No, no you said. Let's hop a rattler.

- You take the uppiest and I'll take the lower.

-You had a sub-lower. Besides,

look at the money I saved you on tip boy.

- Get plenty of fresh air you said.

- Not me, I said.

- Hide underneath you said.

-They'll never find you. I said.

- You're going to ride inside, keep

an eye out. - I said.

- You know what kills me?

You never listen to me. That's

what kills me. And where are we

now? We're lost!

- Come on, we've got some

travelling to do.

- On your feet elbow nose. Drop that beak.

The day I met you, there were

vultures in the sky. I should have

taken that for an omen.

They were blue birds. Now stop

worrying. I'll get you out of this.

Now look. Don't get me out of

things, stop getting me into things.

Will you?

Look Harold........

- I'll be darned.....French Poodles.

- No, they are sheep. We're saved.

I don't trust you, or the sheep.

Don't you see Harold? Wherever

there are sheep, there is a farm and

where there is a farm, there is a farmer and...

.....wherever there is a farmer , there

is a farmer's daughter.

- Now you're getting me into trouble again.

- Come on....

Walk, don't run.

You know? For a couple of guys on

the lamb, we're in pretty good company.

We're poor little lambs, who've lost

our way....

-That was helpful, wasn't it?

- Fred Murray must have played through here.

- Boy am I tired of that whiff and bluff song.

- Yeah, one more whif f and bluff....

We may be dirty, but we're healthy.

Everytime they dipped the sheep,

they dipped us.

Say....why don't we stick with them

when they get sheared too?

- I'm beginning to like it.

- What have we here?

Those are for argyle socks.

- Oh, let's get out of here.

- Here we go.

Ah, here we are.

Mighty attractive openings for fellas

who like work.

- This is for me.

- You can't cook.

- I can learn while you wash the dishes.

- No, no, no.....

I'll cook and you wash the dishes

and you can stack them behind

your ears to dry.

- Excuse me mates.

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