Tarzan's New York Adventure Page #5

for letting you stay.

- Hey, what is this?

- Cheetah say thank you.

Take him away!

- Better sit down, dear.

- Follow me, please.

Thank you.

It's all right, boys.

She's just like one of the family.

- Anything else?

- No, thank you.

Thanks, lady.

- Are you looking for Jimmie Shields?

- Yes, we are.

The minute he

gets back from a trip...

...he heads straight for the Club

Moonbeam. His girlfriend sings there.

I don't know her name, but she may

put you wise to when he'll be back.

The Club Moonbeam. Thank you.

Find Shields, then we get Boy.

- Cheetah say we go now.

- Cheetah must be patient too.

- Patient?

- Yes, darling.

- All right. Jane be boss here.

- Thank you.

Hello. Would you get me

the Club Moonbeam, please?

- Why Jane talk to that?

- It's a telephone.

To talk a long way, you talk into this.

Telephone good.

Telephone say where Boy is?

Oh, I hope so.

Hello, Club Moonbeam?

Yes, ma'am,

this am the Club Moonbeam.

No, ma'am.

Ain't nobody around here.

- That's excepting me.

- Well, when will someone be there?

Well, maybe 9:
00 tonight.

And that's early.

Well, then I suppose there's

nothing we can do except wait.

- Thank you.

- What telephone say?

Not yet, darling.

We have to wait until it's dark.

Oh, Tarzan, I'm just as impatient as you

are, but there's nothing we can do now.

Come on, let's go and unpack.

- When dark come, find Boy?

- Yes.

I'm sorry, I thought you got

your number. Just a moment, please.

Hello. Hello.

What's that?

This is Sam. Who is this?

What's that?

I said, this is Sam. That's what I said.

What'd you say?

You ain't getting fresh with me,

is you, colored boy?

Don't give me none of that double talk!

Hear me?

Why, you... You... You mush-mouth!

Now what?

Cheetah, what are you doing?

Now, you give me that telephone

right away.

Yes. Don't you dare touch

that anymore. The idea!

Good heavens, what's that?

- Tarzan!

- Big rain good!

Look at your clothes! Come on out

and take those wet things off.

Oh, feel good.

You can't look for Boy

with wet clothes on.

- Why?

- Just isn't done, that's all.

Come on out. I'll call the valet.

You get these wet things off.

Oh, Cheetah, my things.

How could you?

There. Now we're all ready to go.

Cheetah wants help find Boy.

I think it will be better if Cheetah

stays right here.

And, Cheetah, you remember

no more beauty treatments.

Cheetah.

Smells like Swahili swamp.

Why people stay?

It's called "a good time."

Good evening.

Have you reservations?

We're not staying. We're looking

for a friend, Jimmie Shields.

Oh, yes, Mr. Shields isn't here.

Hasn't come in yet.

- Mr. Shields' friend?

- Yes.

- Wanna talk to you.

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