The Moon's Our Home Page #6

the most wonderful, the most marvellous...

If you ever expect me to write

another confounded line,

you've got to help me

find Sarah Brown!

Is it from Hollywood, dear?

Yes.

Why is everything I do

in such a mess?

If only I could get away by myself

and be free!

I didn't mean to get myself

in such a jam.

And what a jam I'm in,

you'll never know!

Congratulations Horace!

Gentlemen, I'm overwhelmed...

I don't really know how

to express myself.

Well, all I can say is

"The best man won."

Rather..."Slow and steady

wins the race."

Hey, that looks like...

I wonder if it could be...

I'll go and see.

Johnny Smith!...why I haven't

seen you for 5 years.

It must be nearer 6!

We'll call it 5.

Hello.

Horace!

Aren't you going to

congratulate me?

Everybody I've seen has been

congratulating me.

The ones I haven't seen probably

haven't been around here.

Well, what've you done?

You haven't heard about me?

Why, the newspapers

have been full of it.

I haven't seen a paper in weeks.

I'm going to be married.

That is, the young lady and I

are both going to get married.

To each other of course.

Married?

And I say the straight...

Congratulations!

Thanks!

Say...here's an idea...

It just hit me like that!

You've got to come to my

New Year's Eve party tonight.

No thanks...I'm afraid

I wouldn't be much good at a party.

You can't afford to miss this one...

it's going to be a regular revel.

You know...whoopee!

Really?

Besides, old man, I want you to meet

the girl I'm going to marry.

You'll be wild about her.

She may like you, too.

I hope so.

You know, a fellow who writes all day

needs some relaxation in the evening.

I don't know what I'd be

without it.

You're right Horace, it's just

what I need...I'll be there!

Good...the 'Club Continental'

at 10 o'clock.

Just ask for me...

They all know me.

I'm kind of a man-about-town.

Good for you, Horace.

Club Continental at 10 o'clock.

Right...a picture of you two

close together...

Thanks Mr Van Steeden...

that's just the expression we want.

I wasn't even trying.

How are you old boy?

You've made a mistake...

my name isn't boy.

Of course my name isn't Walter...

your name's Walter

Now, don't be that way, Walter.

We're gonna make whoopee!

- What'll it be sir?

- I'll have a martini.

No, make it 2.

Make it 4!

What's new?

Haven't I seen you

somewhere before?

Possibly. I'm the girl

you married once.

I knew it!

I never forget a face!

Didn't you ever want to

find me again?

Did you want to be found?

Here I am.

Here you are.

And if you think you'll

ever get away again...

Do you think I'd ever want

to get away again?

Duck!

Who was it?

Big brute my family tried

to get me to marry.

What!?...Where is he?

Come on...let's get out of here.

Come with me, young woman.

You don't get like a husband!

After all, you're my wife...

it's time I did something about it.

- Walter...how are you old pal?

- I thought I told you I went home?

Why didn't you tell me it was

my perfume, and not me?

I was too sick.

I thought it made you remember

some girl you couldn't forget.

There's only one girl

I can't forget.

I've found that out...

Sarah Brown.

Mrs John Smith.

- Darling, I...

- Darling, I...

Go ahead.

- I'm really Cherry Ches...

- I'm Anthony Amberton.

What did you say?

The man on the camel?!

Movie marshmallow!

Who are you looking for?

Sarah's not here.

I can't understand it...

I'm sure she was with me

when I came in.

Or pretty sure.

Anything goes

on New Year's Eve!

Including Sarah!

It's no laughing matter...

Johnny Smith hasn't turned up either.

I think I'll look for Sarah again.

I did want those two to meet.

I married Sarah Brown and now I find

I'm the husband of Cherry Chester, too.

So what?!

I married John Smith and I find

I'm the wife of Anthony Amberton besides.

So what?!

Starting with bigamy...do you mind?

I love it!

We had lots of fun,

didn't we?

We'll have a lot more, now that you've

given up this Hollywood foolishness...

we'll go everywhere, we'll do anything!

We'll own the earth...

we'll live in the moon!

I'm not retiring.

Of course you are, darling.

You're married now.

You wouldn't give up

exploring and writing.

We'll settle down.

Then I mightn't give up

my career as an actress.

You call making faces on the screen

a career?

What?

You certainly can't call it "acting"!

I suppose you call that tripe

you turn out "writing"?

So, you've read my books?

I started one.

Which one?

A masterpiece where you slid down

all 6 of the pyramids.

-There are 9 pyramids!

- 6! - 9!

I see, I'm not only a bad actress,

I'm a liar as well!

I didn't know you could be

THIS mad.

I didn't know you could

be that SMUG!

All I can say is that you're a stubborn

disagreeable little brat.

All I can say is you're a contemptible nasty,

ill-tempered, conceited monster!

Why, you struck me...

You cad!

Let me go!

I never want to see you again!

Never! Never! Never!

Oh, I beg your pardon...

I'm sorry...

Oh, has there been some kind

of an accident?

Oh, I've been looking for you

all over!

Nearly 12 o'clock...

New Year's, you know!

Oh, by the way,

have you two met?

Johnny Smith...

this is my fiance.

Fiance!

I told you we were going

to get married.

You weren't listening.

I see.

I owe you an apology,

Miss Chester.

You certainly are an actress,

a great actress.

And for that debauch,

you might try Paris!

I will!

And I'll marry Horace there, too!

Hey, Johnny...

Happy New Year!

Oh, Horace!

- She's not here, sir.

- I'll find out for myself.

But I tell you,

she's not here sir.

Isn't this the creepiest, dank...

must be a dungeon.

What is the meaning of this?

And what is the matter

with my house?

I said no human being could exist

in an atmosphere like this.

Babson, throw this madman out!

It won't be necessary...As soon I get

what I've come for, I'll leave.

Where is she?

I'm sorry, I don't know

what you're talking about!

Yes you do! And no evasions...

I've heard about you!

The antediluvian tyrant!

You don't impress me...I don't think

there's anything terrifying about you.

Well, what do you want?

What do I want?

You see this?

I want the foot that goes in it.

You see this?

That's a claim check

on a girl!

A girl about 5'2"...with red hair

and green eyes!

She's wilful and spoiled,

and got a nasty disposition.

My granddaughter!

My wife!

So you're John Smith!

Don't hold that against me.

Thanks to your bad temper

and my stupidity...

your wife is leaving

for Hollywood tonight.

Where in due time, she's expected

to marry Horace van Steeden.

Boyce...this is John Smith.

So you're John Smith!

Say, what is all this?

Horace was on the phone.

He said he was leaving

immediately for the airport.

Now come back, young man.

If I were you, I'd organise an expedition

of one...and storm Newark Airport.

Mrs John Smith is aboard

the 'Flying Owl.'

Thanks Granny!

Boyce!...

Get me a police patrol...

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