The Big Store Page #3

Tier 76.

There's a suspicious character bringing

a purse in. He claims he found it.

Give me that. - He's all right.

He's the detective here.

Where did you find it?

Miss Phelps.

Mr. Grover's office, please.

No.

Hello?

- Pardon me.

Pardon me.

Just a moment. I just caught

the crook that stole your purse.

Drag him up.

You may have it.

Come on, my boy, there's a judge in this

precinct who just loves purse-snatchers.

Get up out of there.

Why'd you run away from me?

Now I know you're a thief.

You didn't think I was a real detective?

- If you are, I'm a monkey's uncle.

Keep your family out of this.

- Please.

This is between we two men

and this little slip of a girl.

You were right. Mr. Flywheel is a wizard.

He caught the man who stole my purse.

Martha, I told you that man was

sensational. Oh, he's wonderful.

Same tailor. How much

do you owe him?

Snatching purses around here?

We don't stand for that.

Here's the purse.

There's a mistake.

I'll take it to the Supreme Court.

Why, that man's your driver.

- He's no driver, that's my brother.

Wacky.

You still like it, huh?

A detective, eh?

Hey, Tommy, you remember

my brother Wacky.

Why, of course. Hi, Wacky.

I haven't seen you in years.

That man's no thief.

Just look at his face.

Frightening, isn't it?

Why, this place

is becoming a madhouse.

Right. This was a trick on my part to show

you the kind of man you employ as manager.

Your aunt left her purse in my car.

This lovable little waif

unselfishly returns it,

and is accused of being a thief.

You better let Flywheel handle

this case. He's a smart man.

I think so too. We won't need any

store detectives with him around.

Very well, Mr. Flywheel,

you have carte blanche.

Okay, I'll take her.

You make me think of my youth.

- Really? He must be a big boy by now.

Come on, men.

Grover, pay off this flatfoot as of today.

Give him what's coming to him.

Don't you think there's something charming

about Mr. Flywheel? - Yes, there certainly is.

You take care of the first floor.

You, the second floor.

I'll take care of Martha.

- You'll take care of nothing.

I'm fed up with you. How do you expect

me to run a store with you maniacs,

destroying priceless antiques, insulting

customers, disturbing the general routine?

No wonder business is bad.

- Mr. Grover, you are just a quack to me.

This jacket svelte is made of felt

But it feels more like a mat

If the felt should itch. You could make

a switch, and wear it for a hat

This is an American Navy girl. Every night,

two sailors wait to convoy her home.

This step-in gay is recherch

And fits both slim and stout

To smart affairs, my lady wears

The step-in to step out

This is known as a California dress.

On a clear night, you can see Catalina.

This daring gown has stormed the town.

lts lam will not crack

As a special offer, Phelps will proffer

A free belt in the back

This is a bright-red dress,

but Technicolor is so expensive.

This Eton coat right off the boat

Of quality unbeaten

Is the only cloth the cultured moth

Has never, ever eaten.

Peggy, the Hastings brothers

are taking the store over tomorrow.

That means I've gotta work fast.

I've gotta meet Tommy and get him

up to the roadhouse by tonight.

Just get him there. The boys

will see that he won't come back.

Your worries are over.

Lead me to him.

He's at the music counter, expecting you.

I told him you're an important music critic.

Peggy...

Six months from now, we'll own this store

together and be rolling in money.

What about Martha?

After she and I are married, who knows?

Maybe there'll be an accident.

Stop worrying.

After lunch, we'll take a trip

to the conservatory.

I'm anxious to show

the professor the plans.

I can't go until Kitty gets back

from her lunch.

I'll get someone to take your place.

- Go ahead. I watch the counter.

You go ahead. I'll watch Ravelli.

- Who's gonna watch you?

Boys, you take over

till Kitty gets back.

What about your interview

with that female critic?

I don't want any publicity

about the conservatory.

The only interview I want is with you.

Looks like a counter attack.

Hey, look!

It's only a woman.

You pay $ 2.40 to place.

Wolf J. Flywheel, at your service.

I represent the magazine "Musical Life".

- Working your way through college.

I'm sorry, but I've already

subscribed to:

Click, Pick, Hick, Tick, Gaff,

Staff, Laugh and Chaff.

Pardon me.

Young lady, do you expect

Mr. Rogers soon?

I'm here to interview him, and I don't care

to be annoyed by these silly creatures.

Flattery will get you nowhere.

Mr. Rogers is probably

in his office.

No. He went to lunch with Joan,

the girl who works at this counter.

Anyhow, Tommy says he didn't

wanna meet you. - Oh, not really.

You mean he took one

of the help to lunch?

Sure. Why not?

I didn't know it was being

done anywhere.

I'll be at the millinery counter.

Call me when Mr. Rogers returns.

Out of my way, stupid.

Good afternoon.

Just a moment, please.

Here it is, madam.

I want you to get me a piece of cloth

to cover this hat and match this dress.

But that will take at least a week.

- I want it now.

I'm sorry, madam, but you must realize

the material in that dress is very unusual.

We'll have to send out for it.

- Get it at once, or I'll speak to Mr. Grover.

Well, I'll call the buyer.

And hurry it up.

I can't wait here all day.

Mr. Williams, please.

I'm sure we have nothing

like it in stock.

Hurry up, please.

- Yes, yes, I will. Hello?

So you did have it.

Saving it for another customer.

I've changed my mind. I don't

want the thing at all. It's awful.

Joan.

Oh, Fred. Something's

happened to Tommy.

I phoned his hotel three times.

There was no answer.

We were here till 5 a.m.

going over the books.

Then he and his bodyguard went

to the bed department to sleep.

I hope he won't be late.

He has an important meeting at 10.

He won't be. He's in his office now.

- Thanks, Fred.

You've gotta get those bodyguards out of

the bed department and out of the store!

I've got to get those bodyguards

out of the bed department.

That's no problem.

- What do you mean?

If I don't, Grover will throw me out.

And if I do get them out,

Rogers will fire me.

I don't know what to do.

- I'd follow Grover's instructions.

But how will I get them

out of the store?

Why not start a sale in the bed

department and drive them out?

That's a great idea!

They're selling the store in an hour

and starting a sale. I don't get it.

Just wait till you see this bed, Henry.

I saw it yesterday, and I'm crazy about it.

I fell in love with it. Turn around.

Now, wait a minute.

Pardon me.

Mister. Mister!

What's the price of this bed?

- $ 8.000.

Preposterous. I can get the same bed

anywhere in town for $25.

Not with me in it.

Sir, how dare you talk

that way to my wife?

How dare I talk that way

to your wife?

Have you ever met me before?

- No!

Then why do you allow your wife

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