Who Done It? Page #3

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Yeah.

Don't clear your throat! Sorry.

"Suddenly, the radio says...

"Midget Mullins made a prison break before

the warden could get him into the chair.

So we sne-e-eak around to where his

girl lives... " Read that faster.

Don't read so slow. You're

scarin' me. All right, never mind.

Don't say, "They sne-e-eak.

" Say, "They sneaked around. "

All right. Go ahead. "He was

in love with his gun mole... "

Moll. Moll!

Mole.

M-o-o-o... Excuse me.

Pay no attention to him.

All right. All right. "... moll.

"I smashed down the door.

"Crash! Crash! Bang, bang, bang!

Shh. "Boom! Crick, crack, crick, crack.

- "And the door goes to the floor.

- That's right.

"And I pull out my gun and

I aim at him. Bang! Ouch!

- Bang, ouch! Bang, ouch!"

- If you're shooting him, why are you yelling ouch?

- I'm holding the gun backwards.

- If that's a radio script, I'll take vanilla!

Yes, ma'am. "And the moral

is, 'Crime doesn't pay. "'

And neither did she.

Oh, don't mind her, boys.

I think it's a swell script. Do you really?

Okay.

Excuse me, mister.

You bein' a good radio writer, maybe you

could help Chick and I get into radio.

If you would, we would sure

"depreciate" it. Would you?

Yes. Say, how about a

little sugar for my coffee?

Sugar? How many lumps? Three.

Three.

Turn around. Don't look.

Turn around. Don't look.

Yes, sir. What can I do for

you? Give me an egg sandwich.

An egg sandwich.

One egg sandwich. Eggs.

Hey, Chick!

Throw me a egg!

Hiya, Charlie!

Tickets, please.

Ah, you know me, Charlie.

These are my friends.

Yeah, I know you,

you little chiseler.

Step aside if you

haven't got tickets.

Oh, wait a minute, Charlie...

Step over there, please.

Never mind, girls.

I'll think up an angle.

Here comes one now.

A nice, fat one.

Well, see you later, boys.

Here it is. Murder at Midnight.

Hello, chubby. It was

a nice day until now...

till you come along. Aw,

what's the matter, chubby?

Whoo! You-You always make me do...

Go 'way! You got tickets for the broadcast?

For Murder at Midnight. Oh,

those are for last night.

Oh, no, no. They're for

tonight. Murder at Midnight.

No, last night. Look at 'em!

You mean they're no good tonight?

No. These are for last night?

Yeah.

Hey, Chick,

we can't go last night,

can we? Certainly not.

That's that.

They're no good.

You know, I thought that

Mr. Turner was a regular guy.

- He turns around and he gives us...

- Hey, look.

Here you are, Charlie. Okay,

girls, everything's under control.

Come here. Hey, Chick. Here's a

little kid right over... Chick? Chick.

Aw, keep quiet. You've

made us miss the show.

Not me, him. Three times today

you put it over on me, kid.

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