Nothing But Trouble Page #5

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your Latin tutor is waiting.

Alright.

Dear boy...

Such a warm heart.

And those poor men

must be released immediately from jail,

if they are to serve at our reception

this afternoon for Prince Prentiloff.

But, Your Highness,

those two clowns?

And if some sort of capsule were to find it's way

into the salad, let us say,

or perhaps some or d'oeuvre one of these clowns

serves to His Majesty.

And if we found out too late that these two clumsy

oafs are both employed by our political enemies...

How very sad it would be, Ronetz.

Get me the District Attorney.

Yes, Sir.

We'll plead guilty, officer.

We took the meat.

You did what?

We stole some meat from a lion.

What are you guys talking about?

Go on. Get out of here.

Get out of here?

You heard me. We've got no charges

against you. Go on! Scram!

Oh, here, wait a minute, wait a minute.

I almost forgot.

Call at that address right away.

Rexford Park Hotel,

room 1242.

Oh, don't bother about that.

Let's try and find Chris.

It'll only take a minute to drop in there.

It might be a job.

Your Majesty.

It is indeed a pleasure to greet you.

The honour is mine,

Your Majesty.

Your Majesty,

may I present Mr. and Mrs. Kitteridge.

Your Majesty.

It was kind of you to come.

Oh, how cosy.

Prince Saul, how are you?

My dear, Mrs. Hawkley.

Mr. Hawkley, how nice of you to come.

It's quite an honour.

Allow me to present you

to His Majesty.

I wouldn't have missed this

for anything.

I told the girls at the club, they'd simply have

to get another fourth for bridge.

Your Majesty,

allow me to present Mr. and Mrs. Hawkley.

How do you do, Your Majesty.

Your Majesty.

We are honoured at your presence.

Ah, Mr. Ashwood.

Basil, that boy...

I mean the King...

Well, what about him?

He looks exactly like that hoodlum those two

nincompoops smuggled into our house last night.

For heaven's sake, Elvina.

I beg your pardon, sir,

but there are two men in the ante-room

who say they were told to come to this address.

Of course, it's a mistake.

No, it isn't.

Tell them to wait.

Gee, this is a swell joint.

Yeah.

I wonder who lives here.

- Let's take a peek.

- Alright.

A masquerade party!

Yes, silly.

Your Highness.

Your Majesty,

may I present Prince Prentiloff of Marshovia.

Ollie...

Look.

Chris...

Chris.

Ollie!

Stan!

Chris!

Chris!

Son of a gun, you!

What're you doing here?

Where have you been?

Then it was the King

I threw out of my house last night.

I beg your pardon.

His Majesty The King is busy at the moment.

That's alright.

Tell him to go right ahead.

Oh, sure... He won't bother us.

You little rascal!

You know, we were worrying all night about you.

Weren't we, Ollie?

I refer to King Christopher II of Orlandia!

King Christopher!

Chris, you ain't a King?

I... I should have told you.

Your Majesty.

Your Majesty.

Your Majesty... Prince Prentiloff.

You have offended him.

His Majesty will be pleased to grant you

an audience at a later time.

Oh...

Sure, Chris.

Thank you, Your Majesty.

Mr. King, Chris.

Your Majesty.

Your Highness,

it is indeed a pleasure to greet you.

Just a minute, please.

I regret this unfortunate incident.

I wanted to see you alone

and explain about Christopher.

Oh, that's alright.

We understand and we won't try to see him again

We know how it is...

He's a King and we're...

We're just nobody.

Please, gentlemen.

Will you wait just a minute.

I think I can help you.

Won't you sit down?

Would you consider a position

as butler and chef to His Majesty The King.

Well...

But gentlemen.

That's a very funny joke.

And if you don't mind,

we don't feel like kidding now.

Kidding...

But I'm not kidding.

His Majesty is giving a tea immediately after

the presentation and I want you to serve it.

You ain't kidding?

I ain't kidding!

I give you my word.

Will you do it?

Will we do it?

Stanley, the album! Quick!

Just as I thought.

We've topped our ancestors.

Look, Stanley. None of them

ever got any higher than a Lord Mayor.

And we're going to serve a King!

Thank you.

Try a black one. They're good.

Pardon me.

Yes, Your Majesty. I'm quite convinced

that both our countries will eventually...

Oh, there you are, Stanley.

Oh, you, pixie, you.

After all this... excitement,

I'm sure you'll be glad to come back

and work at our little house, won't you?

No, mam.

He keeps us in stitches,

doesn't he, Basil?

Um...

Yes.

You'd better have Stanley

serve your special salad now.

And be sure he serves His Majesty first.

Naturally!

By the way...

Which is His Majesty's?

Well, that one, of course.

It's the biggest!

Stanley,

you may serve the special salad now.

This one is His Majesty's.

Are you sure this is the largest one?

Of course it is.

I picked out myself.

I don't think it is, Ollie.

I think this one here, looks bigger.

No, no, no, no. Wait just a moment.

I think this is the largest.

No, no...

That's not it.

If you compare them...

Look.

No, no, Stanley.

This is the biggest.

- That's the one.

- That's it exactly.

Which one is His Majesty's?

Wait a minute.

Just a minute, my good man.

I'm in charge here and I'm quite capable

of serving this luncheon. Thank you.

What a charming salad.

Your Majesty is simply going to play havoc

or something with my diet.

They say salads are full of vitamins.

I think vitamins are wond... wonderful.

Don't you?

From A to Z.

I beg your pardon, Your Highness.

May I speak to you for a moment?

Excuse, me please.

Your Majesty.

They mixed up the salads.

I always eat too fast.

It must've stuck in my throat.

Why, Your Highness,

you haven't touched your salad?

I'm not very hungry.

Just a teensy weensy bit.

It's full of just what you need.

Now open your mouth.

- Open your mouth. Let me feed you.

- No. No!

His Highness is having one of his nervous attacks.

His doctors warned him.

He really ought to lie down, Your Majesty.

If you'll excuse him...

Of course.

Oh, Stanley.

Take this to the kitchen immediately.

Come with me, Your Highness.

What do you suppose happened to that fellow?

I dont know.

Maybe he didn't like the salad.

Looks alright to me.

Well, he certainly was fidgety.

I can't understand it.

Stanley!

That's for the guests.

Leave it alone.

And put that down!

Now look what you've done.

You've spoiled it.

I'll fix it.

There...

Now get back to the drawing room.

My guests are waiting.

Are you sure you're alright

to go back in there?

You know you were rather upset.

Of course I'm alright...

Well, Ronetz, your certainly setting yourself

a record for bungling things.

Your Highness, if I may say so,

you had a share in the bungling.

It was your idea

to engage those two idiots.

If the King didn't get the poison salad

it was your fault, not mine.

Stan.

Ollie.

What do you suppose he's going to tell

those two fools?

I don't know,

but I intend to find out.

Stay in there with the guests.

Tell them I'll be resting for half an hour.

Your Majesty...

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