Mighty Joe Young Page #3

I gotta sign her up.

Oh, honey, you're wonderful. Sign it.

Go on, honey, please sign it.

It's the chance of your lifetime.

What are you waiting for?

You don't wanna waste your life

up in the woods like this.

Let me show you

what the real worid is like.

Thank you very much.

Mr. Daniels.

- Upstairs.

- And I thought you knew...

...every headwaiter in town.

- Some joint, huh?

- I'll say.

Gee, it looks just like Africa.

That's a good one.

What do you know about it?

Never even been out of the state.

Hey, I sure hope

that's a thick piece of glass.

Sure it is, lady.

O'Hara had that made special.

That'll hold anything.

- Let's have a drink.

- You like to try our new cocktail?

- It's called the King of Beasts.

- He doesn't need it.

Shut up, sugar,

or I'll throw you to the lions.

Lions are just darling.

I simply love them.

- You know what lions love, don't you?

- No.

Sweet little giris like you.

Oh, Micky, stop.

What do you suppose lions think about?

A drink. Maybe they're thirsty.

Poor kitty. Have a drink.

Kitty, kitty, kitty.

Who's Mr. Joseph Young?

How would I know?

That's Mr. O'Hara's big secret.

- Maxie's sure got a new angle.

- Yeah, but he never ran a zoo before.

He says these are the biggest lions

in the worid.

Sure, they would be. Leave it to Max.

- What do you suppose this set him back?

- Boy, suppose it's a flop.

Come on, drink up

and go look at the show.

- Maxie, give. Who is Mr. Joseph Young?

- Give us the dope so we can turn in stories.

Yeah, we got deadlines.

Who is Mr. Joseph Young?

- You'll find out. Go on out front.

- Right this way, gentlemen.

The big show is just commencing.

- What's all the mystery?

- Tell us what it's all about.

Yeah, then we won't have to look at it.

- I'm warning you, this better be good.

- It will be. I'll join you in just a minute.

Holy smoke.

Max, I'm sick of keeping my lip buttoned.

This isn't the way

we used to put over a show.

Windy, you are looking

at the new Max O'Hara.

Dignified, restrained, artistic.

Classy. Go on out front.

You might learn something.

Dignified. Restrained. Artistic.

The shy type.

Hiya, Windy.

All right, Mr. O'Hara, it's about time.

All set back there? Jill ready?

How's Joe acting?

- Just fine.

- Good thing Joe likes you.

He sure does. I can handle him

darn near as well as she can.

Your attention, please.

The one and only Max O'Hara.

Ladies and gentlemen...

...welcome to the Golden Safari.

I know you have all read of my exciting

adventures in darkest Africa.

But I have never given out the story

of the most wonderful experience of all.

That was the moment

when I first met, face to face...

...the gentleman I am

about to introduce to you.

But first you must meet

his lifelong friend.

It is my privilege to introduce

this charming young lady.

It is she alone who can completely control

the amazing power...

...of the personage whose name

appears in lights outside.

If you please.

This tune is an especial favorite

of Mr. Joseph Young.

For the love of Mike,

what's this supposed to be?

- Has Max gone nuts?

- Give it a chance, fellas. Give it a chance.

Ladies and gentlemen,

Mr. Joseph Young of Africa.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I thank you for your applause.

Here you see 10 men.

I have combed the country

to find these men.

Let me introduce them.

First, Sammy Stein.

"Killer" Karl Davis.

Rasputin, the Mad Russian.

"Bomber" Kulky.

- "Slamming" Sammy Menacker.

- That's my boy!

- Max, the Iron Man.

- Wow, what a man!

- "Wee" Willie Davis.

- Look, he's got fur!

"Man Mountain" Dean.

The Swedish ngel.

The former heavyweight champion

of the worid...

...Primo Carnera.

Just look at them.

Every one a champion.

Look at those brawny arms,

those massive chests.

I ask you, is there one creature

in all the worid...

...powerful enough

to overcome that combination?

That is the question

to which we seek an answer.

That is the test we are about to make.

When I give the signal,

the fearless little lady...

...will bring my friend,

Mr. Joseph Young-

- My friend-

- Joe, stop it.

Ladies and gentlemen, I thank you.

Here, Joe, take it.

Now, boys, pull it.

Pull, Joe. Pull.

Pull.

Pull, Joe, pull. Pull.

Pull, Joe. Pull.

Pull, Joe. Pull!

Pull, Joe. Pull.

Pull, Joe.

Pull harder, Joe. Pull, Joe. Pull.

Pull, Joe. Pull!

Pull, Joe.

Joe, what are you doing?

Pick it up.

Pull, Joe.

Pull.

Help! Help! Let me go!

Help!

Let me down!

Let me down!

Go on, fella, get in.

Poor old boy.

Sorry I have to lock you up.

Well, Joe, I don't like it

any more than you do.

But I reckon that's the way

it's gonna be.

- Hello, where are you going?

- Jill's tired. I'm taking her to the hotel.

Jill, honey, everything turned out

like I promised, huh?

- You're on top of the worid.

- How-?

How long do you think you'll want us?

Don't you worry about that.

Your contract's good.

You and Joe will be working

for me from now on.

Take good care of my little star, huh?

Well...

...that sounds like a long time, doesn't it?

Yeah, it sure does.

How big is he? How big is he?

How big is he?

Give me your autograph.

- That girl from Africa.

- The one with the gorilla?

Hey, how about a pass to the show?

Miss Young, my name is-

I'd like to get a pass to the show.

Go on, eat your dinner.

Lost your appetite, haven't you?

Guess I have too.

Poor old Joe. I don't blame you.

- Hello. Been mobbed again?

- Yes.

Mr. O'Hara said he'd make you famous.

- How's Joe today?

- He won't eat.

I was so stupid. I never realized

he'd have to live in a cage.

Too bad.

Guess he's just too big for them.

My poor Joe, he's so unhappy.

That sign outside...

...I know just how he feels.

Ten weeks. It seems like 10 years.

Please don't cry, Jill.

Come on upstairs to O'Hara's office.

We've had enough of this.

Hello, children, come on in.

Well, we sure struck gold in California.

Business is great.

What can I do for you?

Jill's quitting.

Mr. O'Hara, Joe and I

are going home to Africa.

- Are you crazy?

- Max, you talk too much.

- Now she wants more dough.

- No, it's got nothing to do with money.

- I want to take Joe back home.

- But you can't. You signed a contract.

You know that contract's no good.

She's underage.

- Hey, maybe you put her up to this.

- You keep out of this, Windy.

Look, honey, you can't do this to me.

You're throwing away good money.

You're breaking my heart.

I'm a square guy.

I told you I'd make you a star,

that you'd have beautiful clothes.

You're famous.

You're all dressed up.

- I kept my promise, didn't I?

- Mr. O'Hara, I'm sorry.

I don't wanna seem ungrateful.

You've been very kind.

You think all this is wonderful.

I thought it was going to be too.

But Joe can't live in a cage, and...

- ...neither can I.

- Oh, honey, talk sense.

It is sense. We're not going to kill Joe.

Well, all right,

if that's the way you feel, but...

But you'll give me a little time.

I mean, I've got to get

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