The Love Bug Page #5

How can I blame anyone? Thorndyke ruined

the little car right under my nose.

- Where's Jim?

- Don't know.

He went out as soon as we got back.

Didn't say a word.

Left Herbie and me flat.

Doesn't he take care

of his car after a race?

Can you do something?

Like what?

Well, h-help the little car.

I'm not a mechanic,

but I think it's suffering.

- Suffering?

- Please.

- Mind if I use those coveralls?

- Right.

Oh, uh, look. I wanna tell you

so you don't have to worry.

I'm not with Peter Thorndyke any more.

I don't think his way.

- Oh, I know that.

- How do you know?

Well, Herbie wouldn't like you

otherwise.

Herbie wouldn't like me?

Miss Bennett, I gotta...

I gotta level with somebody.

I can't talk to Jim.

It would destroy him.

You don't know what it was like

before the little car came along.

Jim was defeated. It was murder.

He couldn't get a job.

He got into trouble.

Everybody was on his back.

Then, Herbie came into his life.

Do you remember that day?

I remember.

Well, Jim started

winnin' races again.

He got

his self-respect back.

What am I gonna do? Tell him that it was

Herbie winning those races, not him?

- Uh, was it Herbie?

- Well, I...

You fix the little car.

I'll tell ya what's goin' on.

I didn't know nothin'.

Then I went to Tibet.

I plugged into

this contemplation thing.

- How's that sound?

- Like the song of a bluebird.

Well, the fuel lines are clean.

The plugs are clean. Wiring checks out.

Looks like we're

in pretty good shape.

Herbie and I

sure appreciate it.

You don't believe a word I said

about this little car, do ya?

Well, there's always a first time.

I imagine Adam thought woman...

was a pretty funny piece of equipment

when he met Eve.

Well, that's a start. You can't believe

it all right away. It takes time.

- Hello there.

- Hi.

- What's this?

- You ever see anything so beautiful?

- Very nice.

What's the big idea?

You already got a car.

- Not after what happened today, I don't.

- Aw, shut up.

- You want Herbie to hear you?

- Don't start that again, Tennessee.

Look, the El Dorado is coming up.

There are real cars lined up in there.

I need something that can cut it.

- Herbie's cut it so far, hasn't he?

- Of course he has!

Now hold it, you two. I've done great

with this little car so far,

thanks to a few changes I made,

and if you don't mind,

some pretty fair country drivin'.

But... I gotta

stop kiddin' myself.

I need a big, strong car.

Now I got it.

Don't pay any attention.

Don't even look at it.

Hello.

Peter Thorndyke here.

Well, well.

Yeah, I know what you did to my car.

You need your brains kicked out.

Oh, you can imagine

how I must feel.

You see, I'm simply not responsible when

I've been drinking. You know how it is.

- Forget it, and goodbye.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait!

I understand from a friend of mine that

you purchased a new Lamborghini today.

- So?

- I'm also informed that you owe

a great deal of money on it.

Now, myself, for sentimental reasons,

I like the little car,

and I am perfectly willing

to increase my previous offer...

and give you $1,500 for it.

Now. Immediately.

I'm in the vicinity.

Thorndyke, I don't like you,

but I can use your money.

You got yourself a deal.

Come and get it.

- What do you mean, "A deal"?

- I'm selling the little car.

- You're what?

- Don't make a fuss.

I need the money.

You crumb!

You can't do that to Herbie!

Carole, will you tell him how it is

out in the real world?

Me? Huh! Well!

Near as I can figure it,

I'm not too smart either.

I get rid of one heel

just in time to find another.

Well, now, what happened to you?

I thought you'd be on my side.

Not when you do something

like this to Herbie.

Has everybody gone nuts

around here?

I can understand how Tennessee feels.

He's just in off a flying saucer.

But you...

I thought you made sense.

Something tells me it's very,

very wrong to sell that little car.

Thank you for your opinion, but what

am I supposed to do? I need the money.

- Tennessee, if I don't sell the car...

- Don't talk to me.

I'm s... I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have butted in.

Yeah, you're absolutely right.

As a matter of fact, I don't know...

What are you doing here?

I wish I knew.

I really wish I knew!

If I weren't so young and innocent,

a certain thought might enter my mind.

- Such as?

- Such as you went out

with me last night...

so that Thorndyke could get

a shot at the little car.

Is that what you think?

- Got to admit, it's tempting.

- Okay.

Okay. You wanna know

what I was doing here?

Well, I felt sorry

about what happened today.

So I quit Thorndyke and came over here

like a full-grown idiot...

to find out

if I could make up for it.

Isn't that

"Dial a beautiful thought for the day"?

Very touching. Makes me glow.

I think it's about time someone

told you what the score is.

Tennessee's too tenderhearted.

You really think it was you

winning those races?

Yes, I think it was me winning...

What do you mean it wasn't me

winning those races?

- Pardon me.

- You want me to tell you something,

my windbag friend?

I admit, I didn't believe it

when Tennessee told me before,

but now I see it makes

all kinds of sense.

- W-W-What?

- That thimble head of yours

has gotten all swelled up.

You're not winning any of those races.

You couldn't win a game of marbles

from a 12-toed myopic rhinoceros!

Will you knock it off out there,

Tennessee? Can't hear myself think.

I'm not out there, crumb.

I'm here.

Well, hold it down. I'll...

Well, then what's this noise?

No!

Stop it! Stop it!

You don't know what you're doin'!

Look! Look what

it did to my car.

- Okay, maybe it was a little jealous.

- Of course it's jealous.

It's always been jealous because

I get credit for winning those races!

Go on.

Realize what you're sayin'?

At a time like this,

whatever kind of time it is,

I always say that money

serves to ease the pain.

Good evening, my dear.

Here you are, sir.

Fifteen hundred dollars for

the small car, just as I promised.

I note it's not

in mint condition,

but I am nothing

if not always a man of my word.

Uh, uh, 2,000.

What about 2,000?

It's the least I can do to help

a fellow human at a time like this.

Shall we consider it a deal?

- Two thousand dollars?

- Yes.

Two thousand dollars

for that little beat-up car? Why?

Well, you could say I have a warm place

in my heart for the dear little thing.

You don't have a warm place on your

whole body. What do you want it for?

You don't want it; I do.

Take the money.

- You... You too!

- Now, look, Douglas,

there's no need to be abusive.

- I'm trying to give you some money!

- I don't want your money!

What do you want the car for?

You believe it.

You believe it too!

- Believe what?

- Jim, it don't matter whether

you believe Herbie or not.

Herbie don't believe

in you no more.

Huh?

Where'd he go?

Where is he?

Took off.

What do you expect?

- Well, come on. Let's find him.

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