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I've already ordered for you.

Thank you, Mr. Furdock... Murdock.

This is my daughter.

Now, let's get right down

to business, lad.

What are your ideas?

- Ideas?

- Yes.

You mean stories?

You want someone to write them?

I need crime, I need passion

and even romance,

that is, providing

it's between your repulse characters.

You want something gory,

like the Vulture.

Vulture, Vulture. Sounds fresh.

I don't think there's any character

like that in comic books.

You mean

you've never heard of the Vulture?

well, how could I? You just told me.

Well, now, come on. now.

When did you dream this up?

I didn't dream this up.

I didn't know

he dreamed original dreams.

Come on, now. Stop babbling, boy.

Stop babbling.

Who dreams? What dreams?

Come on, tell me about the Vulture,

and give me that gore pouring out.

Oozing out, Mr. Murdock!

Oozing out of his tail!

Don't pay any attention to them.

It's perfectly all right.

- Oozing out of whose tail, lad?

- Vincent. Vincent the Vulture.

Oh, Vincent the Vulture.

Vincent the Vulture.

Oh, I see what you mean.

What happens next? Tell me.

I can't tell you now.

You can't tell me now. Well, why not?

I gotta go home

and have him sleep on it.

I mean, I gotta go home and sleep on it.

Oh, Eugie, you dream boy, you.

The Better America Forum "is on the air".

You nervous, Eugene?

Oh, no, just my knees are nervous.

They've never been on television before.

Tonight "The Better America Forum"

brings to your attention

the monumental problem

confronting your children today,

the ever-growing threat and menace

of the cheap pulps

found on all newsstands

masquerading under the titles

of comic books.

Now, to aid us in our discussion,

we have enlisted the aid

of Professor Samuel D. Roberts,

child psychologist Mrs. Newton Geudel,

Miss Abigail Parker.

Miss Parker, artist and writer,

was until recently

herself a contributor to comic books.

She knows the pressures

brought by unscrupulous publishers.

We've fortunate also

in having Miss Parker's guest,

Mr. Eugene Fullstack.

Mr. Fullstack, I understand, has been

reading comic books for 15 years.

He has come at Miss Parker's request

to give us his firsthand knowledge

of what can happen to the human brain

on a steady diet of comic books.

Bullyoo, bullyoo

Boy, have I got news for you

I've got a feeling, hap-happy feeling

This is my lucky day

Don't want to sing the blues no more

Not when I feel this way

I'm gonna rock it 'cause in my pocket

I got a load of green

I want to spread the word around

So you'll know what I mean

Bullyoo, bullyoo

Boy, have I got news for you

I'm going to march, march, march

along the avenue

I'm gonna sing, sing, sing

my lucky song

I'm going to fly, fly, fly

like little birdies do

Spread your wings and come along

I'm going to live, live, live it up

along the way

So tell me, how can things go wrong?

Hey, brother, what a heyday

This has been my lucky payday

And my lucky song

Bullyoo, bullyoo

Boy, have I got news for you

Scat a song

sing along

I'm going to march, march, march

along the avenue

I'm gonna sing, sing, sing

my lucky song

I'm going to fly, fly, fly

like little birdies do

Spread your wings and come along

I'm going to live, live, live it up

along the way

So tell me, how can things go wrong?

Hey, brother, what a heyday

This has been my lucky payday

And my locky song

Wanna give

Wanna give

Wanna spread this happy stuff around

Wanna sing

Wanna dance

Wanna raise my feet right off the ground

I'm going to march, march, march

along the avenue

So tell me, how can thing go wrong?

Hey, brother, what a heyday

This has been my lucky payday

And my lucky song

My luck-luck-lucky song

My luck-luck-lucky song

My luck-luck-lucky song

Thank you, and good evening.

Hi, Eugie.

I am here to talk to the children

and to the parents of the children,

because if there weren't parents,

there wouldn't be children,

and vice versa.

What I mean is that parents

are necessary if you want children,

and children are necessary

if parents want them,

if know what I mean.

if know what I mean.

Eugene! What are you doing in there?

I'm here to tell you

how bad comic books are for you.

I never thought they were bad myself

until my friend Rick Todd

told me how bad they were.

Well, I was wrong.

Boy, was I wrong. Hey.

And how right he was.

No, I was wrong, you dope.

And I almost became a dope

reading comic books.

And I realise that

that is why I am now a little retarded.

You see, I was very slow in school.

That is, the comic books made me

very slow in school.

As a matter of fact,

I was so slow in school

that I went to summer school

in the wintertime.

Like, for instance,

the story you told me about, Mr. Baker.

The five-year-old kid that was caught

stuffing his grandmother

in the trunk compartment of the car.

An extreme example

of comic book influence.

Oh, yes.

And any five-year-old kid should know

he's not old enough to drive a car.

Have comic books influenced you

to that extent?

Oh, I didn't learn to drive

until I was eight.

Now, would you say that you have

learned anything from comic books?

Oh, yes. Yeah. Oh...

Oh, boy, yes.

I learned... Particularly, I learned

how to grow poison plants

in a windowsill flowerport,

how to keep the tarnish

off brass knuckles,

also, how to start a fire

by rubbing two gasoline cans together.

What a fire that makes.

And also

how to make a hangman's knot.

And last

and certainly, by no means, least,

how to prepare rat poison

so that it spreads like peanut butter.

I see.

And now you realise

that this knowledge is dangerous.

Oh, yes, it is very dangerous. yes.

Oh, it's pretty... Real...

It's dangerous, all right.

It gave me very bad dreams.

Bad? They're worth a pile!

Now, what exactly did you dream?

Well, that's the trouble, see?

That's it, right there.

I never retained anything I dreamed.

I never remembered anything

when I woke up,

except my friend Rick

said they were very bad dreams.

Oh, yes. They were awful.

I screamed and carried on and...

Oh, it was something awful.

My subconscious was battling

against my conscious,

and the basic intelligence of my mind

wouldn't allow myself to comprehend

some of the problems

that were forethought prior to sleeping,

and at the same time,

not having any rest,

because of no sedation whatsoever

to make my rest and dreams

any brighter or smarter than they were

when I was much younger.

Rick, we're home.

Well, now, Mrs. Muldoon,

you're much stronger than I am.

We'll pay the rent, honest.

Miss Parker and I...

Oh, yes. I'm going to illustrate

one of Eugene's stories.

I know it'll sell.

Sell, schmell. Eugene, your rent's paid.

You give this to Mr. Todd for me.

Well, what do you...

What do you mean, our rent's paid?

It certainly is. He gave it to me.

Mr. Todd, in advance.

I think Rick took that job with Murdock.

And if he did, we're not pals no more.

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