Daffy Duck's Quackbusters Page #6

a little dishonesty in business affairs.

What am I saying?

I'm finished.

Strapped. Kaput.

Ah-ha. It's the door. Opportunity knocks.

Telegram for Mr. Daffy Duck.

From the Cheapskate Savings and Loan.

We're sorry but we must confess

Your rent's not paid, you're in a mess

It's amazing.

Vacate to a new address

You can't stay here

You're dispossessed

Good evening, friends

It's unbelievable.

Heads up, moving men.

But honest and truly,

the check's in the mail.

Sorry, Mac.

Now what?

One thing's for sure.

I got nowhere else to go but up.

Too bad. Too bad.

So much trouble in the world today.

Hey, garon.

How about another carrot juice

on the rocks?

Isn't this wonderful, Sylvester?

Camping way out here

in the middle of nowhere.

So peaceful and quiet.

Hey. What...?

Relinquish me,

you foul, gibbering feline, you.

That's just a little old scraggily coyote

baying at the moon.

You yellow dog of a cowardly cat, you.

Come and get them, folks.

Come and get them while they last.

Trick spiders, plastic blobs,

ghost goop, garlic wreathes...

...and other miscellaneous

supernatural knickknacks.

Well, how's about these simply adorable

windup dolls?

- Just $ 1 apiece.

- Why, yes, I'll take one of those.

You will? Really?

Gee, thanks.

Cubish!

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