Here Comes Mr. Jordan Page #2

Got to keep my body in the pink.

Come on, let's go.

Mr. Pendleton, if you don't mind,

I'm the one who says, "Let's go."

Glad to have met you, Mr. Jordan.

And thanks for straightening

everything out for me.

Not at all.

I'll be seeing you 50 years from now,

if you're still on the job.

- I will be.

- So long.

There's the old crate.

Hey!

What happened? I'm not here.

Where is it? I mean, where am I?

Well, dear me.

You ought to be around here somewhere.

Well, obviously,

your body has been removed.

- Yeah, but where to? Where to?

- Well, let me see.

Perhaps I'd better take you back

to Mr. Jordan.

Wait, I know. Corkle. He did it.

Ten to one, he's got me laying out

in my own living room right now, the dope.

- Let's go.

- Mr. Pendleton...

I say, "Let's go."

Let's go.

Boy, we sure get around.

Zip, we're at the crash.

Bam, we're here in New York.

How do you do it?

I'm going to ask you not to pry

into trade secrets, Mr. Pendleton.

It's okay with me. Here we are. Here's home.

Extra, extra, read all about it!

Joe Pendleton crashes in plane!

- Read all about it! Flying Pug story...

- That's what he thinks.

Hey, kid, give me a paper, will you?

- Extra, extra! Joe Pendleton's plane...

- Come on, give me a paper.

- Mr. Pendleton.

- That kid's goofy.

- He can't see you and he can't hear you.

- What?

- He can't see you and he can't hear you.

- Why not?

Because you are not in your body,

that's simple.

- Yeah, but I can see and hear him.

- Of course.

Well, okay, what are we waiting for?

Come on...

- let's go.

- Let's go.

If I tell him once, Charlie,

I tell him 1,000 times.

No, he's got to fly.

Who am I to tell him? Just his manager.

Just a guy that's looking after him.

Hey, Max. Be yourself, pal, look...

Will you please remember?

He can't see you and he can't hear you.

Oh, yeah.

Of course, this washes me up.

I'm quitting the game, Charlie.

I couldn't handle anybody after Joe.

Poor Max, I wish I could tell him.

Say, I don't see me around anywhere.

Where am I?

- Hey, what did they do with me?

- That's funny.

What's funny about it?

And what a champ he'd have made.

The cleanest kid that ever lived,

and a heart as big as a house.

Can't you ask him what they did with me?

"A fighter's got to live cleaner than

anybody else in the world," he used to say...

"because a lot of kids look up to fellows

like that and try to live like them."

- Hey, Max.

- Mr. Pendleton.

Cut it out. Where am I?

Come in.

Johnny.

Hello, fellows.

Hello, Mr. Corkle.

He was a swell guy, Joe was.

He'd have beat Murdock, and Gilbert, too.

That's the way I feel about it, Chip.

We brought these. Kind of late, but...

Well, you see,

we didn't know where that place was.

- You know, the...

- Crematory, yeah.

- Crematory?

- Well, thanks, fellows.

- Cremated.

- Oh, dear me.

So long, Mr. Corkle.

- Max, you dumb cluck.

- Control yourself, Mr. Pendleton.

Control myself? Don't you realize?

- What do I do now?

- Well, offhand, I'd...

Offhand, I ought to...

Come on, we're going back to Mr. Jordan.

Cremated, that's what I said.

While you guys kept me up here gabbing...

that Corkle gets my body out of the plane

and has me cremated.

- That's bad.

- Bad?

Oh, it's deplorable. I'll never forgive myself.

I feel just ghastly.

How do you think I feel?

Wait till I see that Corkle.

He can't go around burning me up like that

and get away with it.

Very bad. This complicates everything.

I have an idea, Mr. Jordan.

Couldn't we have him reborn?

Nothing doing.

I'm not going to go through that again.

Oh, no, no, no. Well, I see

I'll have to take personal charge of this.

Now you're talking, Mr. Jordan.

You gotta get busy and do something.

- I intend to. Come along, Joseph.

- Wait a minute. Where to?

- I'm taking you back.

- Yeah, but you can't.

Didn't we just tell you?

I haven't got a body anymore.

What of it? I'll get you another body.

- You'll do what?

- Another body?

Well, that's what I said.

Come along, Joseph.

No, wait a minute, wait a minute.

What kind of a deal is this?

You can't go shoving

just anybody's body off on me.

- No, not on your life.

- Mr. Pendleton, please.

If Mr. Jordan says he'll get you

another body, he'll get you another body...

every bit as good as your own, if not better.

There isn't any better.

I put in 10 years

getting that body in the pink.

Just 'cause you guys fumbled the ball

is no reason...

But, Joseph, it's gone.

Your body doesn't exist any longer.

But, that isn't my fault.

You guys can do anything.

- Go ahead, do your stuff.

- We shall, Joseph.

You shall have your choice of 1,000 bodies.

All excellent specimens.

1,000 bodies? Mr. Pendleton, think of that.

Yeah, I am thinking about it,

and I say no dice.

I don't want anybody's body.

I want my body.

Oh, don't be so fussy.

Your body, after all, what is it?

Just a physical covering, that's all,

worth, chemically, 32 cents.

- Not mine. It was in the pink, I tell you.

- Oh, dear.

- Shall we get started?

- Now, wait a minute.

Let's understand one another

before we start running around.

Joseph, I promise you we'll keep looking

until we find the body you like.

Now, that's fair enough, isn't it?

Well, I don't want

any more than is coming to me.

I just want what I was,

and what I was going to be.

No more, no less.

- But I expect you to make good, Mr. Jordan.

- I'll do my best.

- Come along.

- I warn you...

- you may be just wasting your time.

- I have a lot of that.

Goodbye, Mr. Pendleton. Good luck.

That sounds mighty weird coming from you.

I thought that messenger was pretty good

at getting around, but you're terrific.

Russia, Australia, South Africa,

and now New York. How do you do it?

Oh, yeah, I know. Trade secret.

- Joe, we've made 130 stops.

- We made a raft of them, all right.

I know how you feel about a perfect body...

but I've offered you

the cream of last week's crop...

and you've turned up your nose at the lot.

You know there wasn't a decent physique

in the whole bunch, Mr. Jordan.

You can't palm off a second-rater on me.

You got to remember I was in the pink.

That is becoming

a most obnoxious color, Joe.

- Don't mention it again, please.

- Okay.

Next stop?

A pretty snazzy place.

- Who do we size up here?

- The owner, Bruce Farnsworth.

Now, look here, Mr. Jordan, this isn't

just another one of those things, is it?

You'll find this most interesting, Joe.

By far the most interesting

we've looked into yet.

Okay.

I don't want you to think

I'm not trying to play ball.

Some place.

- Hey, we better duck.

- Oh, please stop yanking me around.

Can't you remember that we can't be seen?

Or heard.

I keep forgetting. Who is that guy?

- Farnsworth's butler.

- Oh.

What about this guy Farnsworth?

What's the dope?

Well, he's about your age and fairly husky.

- About my age and he's got all this?

- Oh, he inherited it, Joe.

- Well set up?

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