Our Relations Page #6

(Yelling)

(Whimpering hysterically)

(Ollie) Oh!

(Both yelling)

(Police siren wailing)

(Siren slows, stops)

- Help!|- Help!

- There they are!|- Help!

- Come on.|- Help!

Now you swabs,|give me that ring or l'll drown you!

(Both) We don't know where it is!

- Shakespeare.|- Not now!

Let 'em go.

- Pull 'em up again.|- Give me another, this is my last one.

Here's a boxful.

Er...

- Where did that come from?|- Never mind.

We'll give it back to the Captain.

Oh, Captain, there's your ring.

Thanks very much.

(Howls)

(Both yelling)

- What's that?|- Somebody's fallen overboard!

Help me pull them up!

(Yelling)

- Did you see what l saw?|- You know who they are?

- Our twins, Stan and Ollie!|- What are they doing?

l don't know! Come on, get 'em up!

Well, well, well, hello, Ollie!

Hello, Bert. Gee, it's great to see you.

- Hello, Stan.|- Hello, Alf.

What are you doing here?|Mother told us you were dead.

We just arrived today on the Periwinkle.

That explains it all - they've been|mistaken for us and us for them.

Why, certainly! (Laughs)

- Let's go and explain it to the wives.|- You look good, Stan, but you've altered.

You've altered too|but you haven't changed a bit, has he?

Come on, Bert.

That Laurel is the dumbest thing l ever saw.

- The other one is too.|- You're absolutely right, Bert.

Neither one of them can see|past the end of their nose.

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