Road to Utopia Page #2

I shall attempt to

contact the other world.

Master, shall

I remove myself?

The spirit will

do it for us.

Ala-kaballa, presto-sturgando,

double-forzando.

Silence!

Silence, dear friends.

I feel the presence

of spirits in the room.

What I do

for money.

Matoom-bomba.

Diddy-wa-diddy matoom-bomba.

Diddy-wa-diddy, ester-chay.

The oint-jay is ull-fay of ump-chays--

Ump-chays--

There's one here, too.

Spirits,

are you with us?

Are you there?

Am I there?

Where can I go?

- Are you there?

- If I was, I wouldn't be here.

Spirits,

are you with us?

That's the spirit!

We have made contact.

To prove it, I shall have

the spirit do my bidding.

Spirit, lift the table.

Spirit, lift.!

The flesh is willing but

the spirits are weak.

However, we shall proceed

with the magic game of Ghost-O.

Taking this

fabulously jeweled box,

I shall place

a five-dollar bill therein,

close the

box regretfully,

incant a few magic

words thereover,

and gamble upon the

generosity of the spirits.

Matoom-bomba Ester-chay,

willet-gay under-day

dwit-ay matoom-bomba.

What have we here?

A crisp ten-dollar bill.

Indeed, the spirits

are generous tonight.

Why am I monopolizing

this lucrative phenomenon?

Who among you would

like to try for 1 0,

20, 30 dollars--

any small amount?

I'll try

for a dollar.

A dollar? An assignment

for one of the smaller spirits;

however, a buck is a buck and

the spirits are always in there.

Matoom-bomba

matoom a-double-bomba.

A crisp new

five-dollar bill.

Five for one. Here you are.

Who among you shall be next?

10 dollars!

I'll try for 15.

We are building, however,

it's a big box and there's

room in there for both of you.

The spirits will have to

take dead aim this time.

Atch-it-way, Ester-chay.

Matoom-bomba, Sam-cheron

on-the-half-shell.

Hiya, George!

Welcome home, Abe!

Looks like a spirit got

away with this one, folks.

That's the spirit.

Sometimes he puts,

sometimes he takes.

Who's next? Just

bring a buck in a truck.

Ten dollars.

Twenty-five.

Twenty dollars here.

Don't get shut out.

Wait a minute.

Let's try in here.

There they are!

Out the

back way!

Just a moment,

please.

They don't seem to

think we're on the level.

Some people are

so suspicious.

Ghost-O! I didn't think there

was one more way to get the cops

after us, but you found it!

50 for Duke, 50 for Chester.

1 0 for Duke, 1 0 for Chester.

Some life. Always one jump

ahead of the Sheriff.

5 for Duke, 5 for Chester.

That boat sails

in 20 minutes.

Let it sail.

Look, mastermind,

the tour is over.

We've been posse-baitin'

every town from coast to coast.

We just ran out of towns.

From now on, it's oceans

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