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that he conducts himself with distinction.

With... esprit de Coeur.

How?

Well, we'll hide you

under the dining room table.

And if he goes to serve from the wrong side,

you tap him on the foot.

See?

Simple.

We have a new chef, Your Highness.

I do hope he does himself proud.

I'm sure he will.

Will you sit there, Your Highness?

Thank you.

Oh, thank you.

What a pity,

His Majesty couldn't have been with us tonight.

I'm sure no one regrets it

more than he.

Mock turtle soup a-la Hardy!

Stanley has such a quaint sense of humour.

I always encourage a spirit of fun

in my servants.

His sense of humour, no doubt.

Charming, isn't it?

Oh, Stanley, you and Oliver

will be the death of us yet.

Won't they, dear?

That's quite possible!

Excellent soup, madam

I envy you, your new chef.

Yes, yes.

Oliver is a...

Genius.

You may remove... the plates now,

Stanley.

You made those cocktails too strong, Basil.

They've given me hiccups.

Me too.

We mustn't spoil our appetites,

you know.

We're going to have steak.

Oh, really?

Splendid.

My famous steak a-la Oliver...

Stanley, our ancestors

would be proud of us today.

Now serve it carefully

and let me know how they like it.

I sure will.

One is so fortunate to be able

to get help these...

Steak a-la Oliver!

What a magnificent cut of meat.

How perfectly lovely.

You certainly got the lion's share, Stanley.

How did you know?

Such a witty fellow.

Just the tiniest bit for me, Basil.

Remember my diet.

I'm so anxious to meet His Majesty.

I know so few Kings.

And Prince Prentiloff...

I've always felt that Princes

have the strangest fascination for me.

Peas and carrots a-la...

Yes, yes, Stanley.

Yes.

Put them down.

Put them down.

Why don't you try it on the other side?

I seem to have lost my touch.

Stanley, a sharper knife, please.

This one is very dull.

A shortage of steel, you know.

Well, Stanley?

How'd they like it?

He wants a sharper knife.

- A sharper knife?

- That's what he said.

He just doesn't know how to carve

a steak a-la Oliver!

Let me at that beautiful specimen!

Pardon me, Mr Hawkley.

One must have a knack for these things.

Wrong side.

We must take a trip to Washington, Basil

and visit His Highness.

That is, if we have to leave the city.

Yes, yes indeed, Washington...

Wonderful man.

Just a slip.

Stanley... The door bell!

Answer it!

Yes, madam.

Oliver, you'd better saw the st...

I mean, carve the steak in the kitchen.

I'm afraid the steak is a little too fresh.

Makes it hard to cut, you know.

Yes.

There's a guy by the name of Mr. Ronutz

and he wants to talk to a Mr. Highness.

That's my secretary.

Would you pardon me a moment.

Oh, certainly.

Take this thing out of here...

Take it out!

Now, Basil, Basil.

Remember your blood pressure.

I'm quite alright, my dear.

I've never felt better in my life.

The only trouble is

these fiends have poisoned me!

That's impossible.

He can't have vanished off the face of the earth.

But, Your Highness,

that's exactly what did happen.

I telephoned the police immediately.

They're at the hotel now

with the district attorney.

I'll be right back.

Wait for me.

My dear Mrs Hawkley,

something terrible has happened.

It certainly has.

My secretary has just brought me

some very disturbing news.

I'm afraid I shall have to leave.

Oh, Your Highness, I'm so sorry must you go

and on an empty stomach.

I think they're mad at us, Ollie.

We'd better get Chris out of there.

Chris.

Chris.

Good night, Mrs. Hawkley

and thanks for a most delicious dinner.

- Good night.

- Good night.

Good night, Your Highness.

Delicious dinner?

My good neighbour policy,

it's completely ruined.

Oh, I think I better see a doctor.

All because of those two imbeciles.

They betrayed me...

Good heavens...

What's that?

Boy!

You!

She saw me.

She's coming after me.

Boy!

Where is he?

Where is he?

Oh, so there you are.

How did this ragamuffin get in here.

Well, you see,

he's a friend of ours.

Oh, he is. So you brought him in.

Well... That settles it.

First you ruin my dinner,

then you bring a stowaway into the house!

Please, Mrs. Hawkley.

It was my fault.

Out you go! All three of you!

I'll give you just five minutes to pack up.

Now, remember!

Out you go! Scat!

If he's alive, we'll find him.

Give it to the papers at once

and send them pictures of the King.

Of course. And offer a reward.

A $1000 for any information.

Get the pictures of His Majesty.

Try not to worry, Prince Saul.

Our men will search every corner in the city.

Now I'll show you another one.

That's Alphonse Hardy.

We had hoped some day

to get our pictures in this album.

Along with the other great Hardys.

And Laurels.

I'm afraid we never will.

I guess I'll never wear that again.

Of course you will.

It wasn't your fault that you were fired.

If I hadn't sneaked into the house...

No, no Chris.

We're failures.

Yeah.

We're just no good, that's all.

That's not true.

You're both wonderful.

And Ive spoiled everything for you.

No, no, Chris.

Now, what you need,

is some sleep.

Stanley, you wait here and I'll go and see

if I can get a bed here for Chris.

You seem awfully fond of that thing, Chris.

I am.

Knute Rockne gave it to my father.

You'd better put it under the pillow until morning.

We don't want to lose it, you know.

Stan and I

will sleep on the benches downstairs.

You know, Mr. Stan and Mr. Oliver...

This has been the happiest day of my life.

Look, Chris.

You don't have to say Mister to us.

Of course not.

Just call us Stan and Ollie.

After all, we're pals.

Pals.

Sure. You're every bit as good as we are.

Isn't he, Ollie?

Yes.

OK. Good night, Stan.

Good night, Ollie.

- Good night, Chris.

- Good night, Chris.

Good night, Ollie.

Good night, Sta...

Alright, fellas.

Come along.

That's them, alright.

I'll haul these fellas in.

You take care of the kid, Danny.

What are you pinching us for?

Yeah...

What did we do?

I ain't saying much and if you guys are wise,

you'll play dumb too.

Tell it to the D.A. in the morning.

Alright.

Go along, quietly.

But, Uncle Saul,

why can't I see them again?

They didn't do anything wrong.

Of course, not, my dear boy. I blame my own

impulsiveness in sending you out as I did.

I indulge you.

It's my great weakness.

Your Highness is too kind.

But at least we could help them, Uncle Saul.

Couldn't we get them a position as butler and chef?

Lots of people need butlers and chefs.

I need a butler and chef!

Now, now, Christopher.

But they're fine cooks, I tell you...

They'd cook me the most wonderful meals.

My dear boy, don't forget.

I've tasted their cooking.

They'd...

They'd poison you.

You touch me with your concern

for these unfortunates.

Perhaps, after all, we'll be able

to find a place for them on our staff.

You are kind, Uncle Saul.

My kindness is running away with me.

Steak a-la Oliver...

Now, Christopher,

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