Nothing But Trouble Page #3

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I distinctly remember putting my hand into

my pocket, pulling out the ration book and...

See?

Why didn't you remind me?

Well, you didn't ask me.

Now we've got to go all the way back to that market

and get a steak, thanks to your stupidity.

And if we get one

it'll be a great piece of luck.

Luck?

It'll be a miracle.

Why?

Well, we haven't got any money left.

We spent everything that...

Well, here's another nice mess

you've gotten me into!

I've got to fix a steak dinner

and I haven't got any meat.

These cats sure can put it away!

Yeah!

It's lucky horse meat ain't rationed.

Ollie...

Look!

Stanley, we've got to uphold

the rights of human beings.

That beautiful sirloin steak

is enough for at least four people.

And he's hoarding it.

Mrs. Hawkley needs it more than that lion.

We'll do it.

You're right, Ollie.

Ladies first.

I always say.

Stanley, get the meat.

You mean...

Me get the meat?

Of course.

Reach in and take it.

There's nothing to it.

All you have to do

is look the lion straight in the eye.

Lions are afraid of that.

I read that in a book.

But did the lion read the book?

Don't annoy me with trifles.

Hurry.

Are you sure he'll be frightened?

One look at you

and he'll be terrified.

Did you look him in the eye?

Yeah, but something must've gone wrong.

I got frightened.

I can't depend upon you

to do anything.

I have it... I'll decoy him away

from the meat and you grab it.

I'll pretend that I'm another lion.

It's working.

Pretend you're a lady lion.

Alright.

Why didn't you take it away from him?

You... You... You weakling.

Now I've got to think of another idea.

What are you going to do now?

I'm going to tickle him.

That'll attract him away from the steak

then you snatch it.

Suppose it's not ticklish?

All lions are ticklish!

Why don't you try and find

his funny bone?

See?

He's laughing.

Don't look like a laugh to me.

Now, how did you get up there?

- I jumped!

- Well, come down!

How am I going to get down?

The same way that you got up there!

Wait a minute and I'll help ya.

Come and get me.

It's no use, I guess.

We'd better get our packages and go home.

My first chance to cook a meal

for the Hawkleys.

My famous steak a-la Oliver,

and no steak.

I'm sorry, Ollie.

Look!

Look!

The steak!

Good boy.

You got it.

How'd you get it?

When he jumped at you

I grabbed it.

He must have read the book.

You're a real friend.

By the way...

What's your name?

Oh... Um...

You can just call me Chris.

OK, Chris.

Let me carry these packages for you.

That's real nice of you.

A beautiful gesture.

Here, I'll help you.

OK, gang.

Let's go.

Oh, wait a minute.

I forgot something.

Well, goodbye Chris

and thanks for helping.

You'd better run along home

to your father and mother.

But I haven't any father and mother.

But you must have a home?

Oh, yes.

I live with my Uncle.

But... But he's a... A brute.

And if I go home now he'll beat me.

He'll beat you?

Oh, yes.

He'll beat me terribly.

Oh, please...

Let me stay with you a while.

Oh, we can't do that, Chris.

We've got a dinner to prepare

and we're late now.

Come, Stanley.

- Goodbye, Chris.

- Goodbye.

Maybe if you run home fast

your Uncle won't beat you very hard.

Bye.

Now,

you can take just one tiny peek.

Servants.

A cook and a butler!

It is a miracle.

I better go in and introduce myself.

No!

No.

You mustn't disturb them.

You know how temperamental

servants are these days.

You'd better go upstairs and change.

His Majesty is due at any minute now.

Run along, run along.

I've got to get started

on my mock turtle soup a-la Hardy.

You put the rest of these things away.

Stanley, you get the pot for the soup

and the platter for the steak

and Ill fix the vegetables.

You know, that Chris was an awful nice boy.

I liked him.

So did I.

I wished we could have kept him with us.

Yeah, poor kid.

He's probably home right now getting a licking.

Gee, I wish that

we'd have kept him here.

You know, we could have found

a place to hide him.

Sure.

You could hide me in the cellar.

Yeah...

That's a good idea.

Chris!

Well, look who's here.

Young man,

come out of there.

What do you mean sneaking?

I thought I...

Oh, please, Mr Oliver.

There's something I forgot to tell you.

Well!

Well... The beatings aren't all.

My uncle won't give me anything to eat.

You mean he starves you?

I haven't had anything to eat

for a week.

Why, the despicable cad!

Well, you stay right here with us tonight.

Yeah. We'll feed you.

Right now!

But you've got to go home

in the morning

and we'll go along and have a nice long talk

with that uncle of yours.

Here you are, Chris...

Look.

What is it?

Salami!

And very tasty!

You mean one can eat it?

Well, one can try.

- Really?

- Yes.

It's delicious.

Oh, Your Highness.

This an honour.

Madam, enchant.

Enchant too.

But where's the king?

His Majesty is not well, madam.

He sends his regrets.

Oh, I would have been so enchant

to have a King for dinner.

I mean...

I mean, I'm sorry His Majesty is ill.

But I am instructed

to invite you both to a reception

His Majesty is giving tomorrow afternoon

for Prince Prentiloff of Marshovia.

How chic!

We would be delighted to accept.

Wouldn't we, Basil?

Yes...

Yes.

I guess being a King

is pretty hard on a youngster.

Oh, His Majesty thinks

only of his duties.

Sometimes I fear for him.

He scarcely sleeps or eats.

How are you doing, Chris?

- Oh, swell.

- Good.

I can't understand why my mock turtle soup

a-la Hardy isn't done yet.

Well, you know how slow those turtles are.

I remember a story once about a turtle...

All that it needs

is a wee bit of seasoning.

Oh, Stanley!

Mrs. Hawkley!

Chris!

Quick! Hide Chris!

Get under the table!

Stanley, I just came to tell you that

our guest of honour won't be here.

So there'll just be three for dinner.

I'm sure that you'll see

that everything is served nicely...

Won't you?

You can trust me, madam.

Everything will go like greasy lightning.

You'll find some Bicarbonate of soda

in the cabinet.

You can come out now.

See?

You nearly got caught.

Stanley. Come here.

I want to rehearse you.

You want to what?

I want to see

that you serve this meal correctly.

What do you mean corr...?

Now, I'm Mrs. Hawkley.

Chris, you sit to my right. You're the guest.

A guest... Can you imagine him being a guest?

Look at him.

Now for the rehearsal...

Serve the soup.

No, no, no... Just pretend.

You're always showing your ignorance.

Well, I've as much right to be ignorant

as you have. In fact, more!

Much more!

Stanley, at times your most trying.

Well, you can't blame me for trying.

Serve the soup.

Oh, no, Mr. Stan.

You should serve the hostess first.

I'm the hostess.

Oh, no, no, Mr. Stan.

You should serve from the left side.

The left side!

This is my left side.

That kid knows more

about etiquette than you do.

I just know

you're going to disgrace us.

I have it. Chris, you'll have to see

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