Shack Out on 101 Page #6

waltz and I'll surprise you.

You're so good.

Everything you are is right on

your face. What've I got to hide?

That I love you?

I'd put a neon sign on top of this

shack so everybody on 101 would know.

Better still, I'd back it up

with a marriage license.

Oh, I'm not too old.

Got a little money.

I'm not Mister America,

but my mother loves me,

That's the trouble, George.

I love you

like your mother does.

There's nothing wrong

with you, George. It's me.

I can't tell my heart

who to love.

But if you want me

to marry you, I will.

I'd do anything

for you, George.

You'd marry me, huh?

Aw, baby,

I'm not one of those dopes...

who buys his cold wife

a mink coat...

and then sits around

waiting for her to warm up.

It's got to be electricity

in the beginning.

No sparks,

no fun.

No fun.

Georgie! How's my boy? And

what's with the Chickie? Eddie!

Oh, wait'll you see what I

got here. I bet I can guess.

It's something that's dry

that's gonna get wet.

Is he smart.

Oh, a regular Mr. X-Ray.

Bring anything for me?

Sure. For you I got my love.

You've got to stop

being so generous.

When it comes to love,

I'm a philanthropist.

He's like a living gas station

- He gives away air.

Oh, Acapulco,

here we come.

Ain't those things great? You

know, I don't care what they cost.

How much? Aw, that salesman

- You know what he did?

He laid in an extra 10%.

Yeah?

Well, I hope he spends it

on penicillin.

You know, these things

are very tricky.

You got to really know

how to use 'em.

You know?

Yeah.

Watch me.

Must be

cheap rubber.

Come here.

All right, come on. I

can take care of myself.

What are you

starin' at?

What do you do with these?

Oh, here, I'll show you.

All you two need

is a flying saucer.

Hey, wait a minute.

Here, Eddie.

Ugh! Here. Not me.

Hey, what a beaut.

Look at that spear.

Boy, I'll bet this thing could

go right through the building.

Boom. Hey, read the instructions.

Blue to one. Blue to one.

How does it look out front?

One to blue. I've got a

clear shot from up here.

Slob is at the far end

of the dining room. Over.

Blue to one. Got you.

Continuing here.

With all the other blanks

we've drawn,

I felt sure the bug or

the phone in the booth...

would have given the

department some kind of a lead.

Well, the point of contact between

Slob and Mr. Gregory has got to be here.

At the bottom of the ocean

it's kill or be killed.

Remember, we're invading the

kingdom of the sea monsters.

And we're looking for

the pappy of them all-

Old Poncho,

the Mexican Terror.

There is a legend that Old

Poncho once tasted human blood...

and loves it.

Hey, George, I-let's take a loss

and buy two fishing poles, huh?

Catch Old Poncho on a

pole? He'd never go for it.

Come on, we're goin' below.

What's wrong with stayin' on top?

That's for cornballs.

This is the new world.

If this is the new world, I'm going

in the kitchen and take my life.

Well, that's very decent

of you, Slob. Be my guest.

One to blue.

One to blue.

He's started

for the kitchen.

Blue to one. Got you.

One to blue.

One to blue.

Over. Over.

Peace on earth.

Relax.

Looks like he's staying put.

Think you'll be much longer?

We'll hurry.

Boy, you're goin' to pop at that

ever-lovin', warm Mexican water.

But there's no air down

there. A man could drown.

You're better off than a fish

with these snorkels.

I don't want to spoil your fun,

but I just can't get in the mood.

I'll get you in the mood.

Watch.

See?

It's as simple as that.

It's even simpler.

You just float around

without a worry in the world.

No beefs, no noise.

It's just lousy

with quiet.

Hey, I like that.

Whew. Do you think this

could be Mr. Gregory?

If that's Mr. Gregory,

I'm taking him single-handed.

There ain't a fish at

the bottom of the ocean...

ain't got more brains than

both of 'em put together.

It hurts me to agree with

you, but I think you're right.

Hey! There's Old Poncho.

Look at him go.

Four to one Poncho

gets him first.

- You couldn't even get

a pigeon to take that bet.

My clothes!

My clothes.

I'd better get them off

the line before they get wet.

Hey! There's Old Poncho. What a fish.

He's all yours. Take it.

I can't, George. Honest, I'm gettin'

sick already. What are you scared of?

It's just a broken-down old fish.

It'll go off. I can't touch it.

It'll go off?

How can it go off?

Look, it's got a safety on

it, see? Why, it's as safe as-

What are you, a lifeguard or somethin'?

Get a broom

and clean this mess up.

You get to do all the fishin' and

I gotta do the dirty work, huh?

What do you think I hired you

for, your fancy French cookin'?

Hey, Georgie, are you

hurt? Only my dignity.

Come on.

Turn it over.

That's right.

Get the pole

outta there.

Well, get it

outta there.

Hi, George.

Hi.

All right, come on.

Grab it-

I can do it.

Let go, will ya?

Man, where did you get

those crazy sport shoes?

Hey, Slob, so you won't

have to make two trips,

take these boxes

and paper with you.

It's a good thing I ain't wired. You'd be

shovin' me around like a vacuum cleaner.

Hey, Kotty, this harpoon works

like a million bucks. Boom!

You should have seen

George nail Old Poncho.

How about a drink?

Don't bend my arm.

It looks like the wolves

want meat tonight.

Two burgers, fully dressed.

Got you.

Hey, look at this.

"Claude Dillon, university

maintenance engineer, murdered.

"Mr. Dillon's mysterious

disappearance a week ago was solved...

when his body was found

in the bay this morning. "

Let me see that.

Hey, I know

that face.

He used to come in here

all the time.

"An autopsy disclosed a knife

wound in the victim's back. "

You remember him, honey. He used to

eat that banana cream pie all the time.

Boy, I'll bet there'll be excitement

up at the university tonight.

And he wasn't killed for his money. A

wallet with 60 bucks was found on him.

A knife in the back. What a

lousy way to go. Yeah, I'll say.

I'll bet he didn't have a

chance. What's all the noise for?

Look what happened

to one of my customers.

- Who's that?

- Professor Dillon, from up the university.

- He got murdered.

- You knew Mr. Dillon.

Me? I never knew him.

Sure, you did. He used to come in

here with the Professor all the time.

Maybe. I must've missed him.

Hey, those burgers are burning.

I wonder why anybody'd

want to kill anybody.

Crazy world like this,

you gotta have a reason?

Hey, it's Tuesday already. You

want to go to market with me?

Sure. Wait a minute.

Where'll I leave my car?

Leave it here.

I'll bring you back.

Pick 'em up. Hey, Kotty,

you wanna go along?

Maybe we'll see an all-night

show. Slob can close up early.

I don't think so. I feel

like I'm catching a cold.

Well, if it ain't Moby

Dick. Where've you been?

My truck broke down.

All right, you're five minutes down

the road. The fish could have walked.

How long they been

in this basket?

What difference does it make?

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