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Gentlemen, I've been trying to tell you for an hour that Mr. Slip is the
administrator of the estate.
I am only your attorney.
Attorney Smyrny, we want our inheritance.
But for the 50th time, don't you understand? The will is being probated.
Oh, I've forgotten. This morning's paper, it said our inheritance ain't
anymore. Wait, I'll read it.
Come on, hurry up. We're waiting for you to read. Don't rush me.
Rome wasn't built in a day, neither was Syracuse.
I'll read it.
Ambrose Rose Estate released from probate. Three nephews sold heirs. Huge
turned over to executor. The estate of the late Ambrose Rose, deceased
millionaire junk dealer, was today released from probate by Judge Woodcock
Strinker. The estate is now held by the executor, Mr. Ichabod Slip.
Uh -huh. I've been trying to subpoena Mr.
Slip, but he's been avoiding me.
You know I think he's trying to pull something crooked.
My right palm, it is. What's that a sign of? Your hand's dirty.
Why don't you leave him alone?
Gentlemen, gentlemen, you want your inheritance, don't you? Then how?
I'll have Mr. Drain draw up three subpoenas, and then it will be up to one
you to serve Mr.
Slip.
Then we'll hail him into court and settle this matter one cent for all.
To save time, will one of you get the Ambrose Rose files from the filing
and bring it to Mr. Drain's office?
Get the Ambrose Rose files from the cabinet over there. Oh, get it yourself.
can't see without my glasses.
Oh, no? I'll fix that. What are you doing?
Why, here we are.
Can you see now?
Yeah. What's this? Two dirty fingers.
Oh! Go on.
Oh.
Oh! Step aside, nitwit.
I'll show you how to do this.
I'll find time to play hopscotch.
I have to do everything around here.
Now pay attention, you two pickled brains, and learn something.
See? You have to use your brains.
What happened? You used your brains.
What happened with me? Nothing.
It's you.
Sorry, gentlemen, Mr. Drain had the file all the time.
Sapini's will be ready in a minute.
Oh, he had the file all the time? How do you like that guy?
Don't. How do you like him? I don't like it. And besides, I don't like this. But
it's a matter of principle with me.
I'm going to shut that drawer if it's the last thing I do.
That's the last thing I'll do.
Reservations, please.
Hello, this is Ichabod Slip.
Have you my reservations?
Yes.
Cannonball Express, car 314, 7 p .m. Thank you very much.
I'll pick them up. Thank you.
Here's where we beard the lion in his den. Yeah, we'll slap Slip with these
subpoenas. Here.
Then he'll have to give us the inheritance that Uncle Ambrose left us.
Say, I wonder what this guy Slip looks like. I don't know. You can search me.
That's a good idea. We'll search all the officers.
You stand guard.
We'll get the filthy looker. The moolah. The getus. No slippery guy named Slip
is ever going to cheat us. Azul.
Azul. Azul.
And get going.
Oh, Mr.
Slipp, at last I catch you at your desk. Me?
What did you do with my money, you sack?
Oh, there must be some mistake.
You bet, and you made it.
to come in here? I think that crook is... Aha! Mr. Slip!
Where's that dough you gypped me out of?
Oh!
Oh! Oh!
Oh!
Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
Oh!
At last I've caught you in your office, Mr. Slip, you dirty crook. Them is
fighting words in my country. All right, let's fight.
Oh, we're not my country.
Oh, cut the sneaker, eh?
It's lucky he left.
Yes?
The estate of Uncle Ambrose Rose.
And we thank you.
So long, chumps.
Moe! Yeah, hey, a guy thought I was slept. Me too.
Get him up here.
Take it easy, kid. We'll get it off.
What'd he say?
Get out of here. This thing is wedged on. We can't get it off. We'd better get
hammer and crack it open. Now you're using the bit of your brain. Come on.
We'll get this thing on.
Hey, I can't find a hammer, but this'll do. I'll shatter it. Step back.
the guy that beat me up. Me too.
That slip.
How do you like that dirty crook? He'd give us the business and scram.
What's this?
Cannonball Express car, 314, 7 p .m. He's leaving on a train.
Hey, that's in 20 minutes.
Hurry up. It's getting dark, too.
Come on.
Oh, sorry, kid. I forgot.
I'm okay.
Thanks. I'd have never gotten out of there without your help.
You sure you're all right? Never felt better in my life.
Let's go.
What happened to him? I don't know.
Poor kid must have indigestion.
We just made it.
Hey, the train's moving. We got no money for tickets.
So what?
We'll grab Slip, jump off the train, and take him with us. Yeah, Slip won't give
us to Slip again. Right.
He strikes the train carefully and gives everybody a close, uh, a close... Say,
what's a good word for scrutiny?
Scrutiny. Thanks.
I don't see him anywhere.
Maybe he's disguised.
I'll bet that's him.
Take it off.
What is that, a cocky spaniel?
No, I think it's just a spaniel.
That's not him.
Here he is. He's disguised with a phony beard.
Tickets, please.
Oh, tickets. Oh, tickets.
Oh, yes.
We left them right here in the drawing room. Right this way.
What's the matter? You got indigestion? No, I feel fine.
Then it must be you. Why don't you take a bicarbonate of soda? Why don't you
shut up? You want to give us away?
Don't be silly. We're safe as babies in here.
I'm sure I hear something.
I smell something awful.
You telling me? Why don't you use cologne?
Listen.
Stop breathing down my neck. I ain't breathing.
Then it must be you.
How can I be breathing down your neck on that side when I'm on this side? Shut
up. Maybe there's a draft behind us.
I'm paralyzed.
I can't move.
Nevertheless, we've got to find Slip. You'll never find him. Now all the birds
are made up and everybody's asleep.
That's good.
And that's just what we're going to do, sleep.
But once in your life, you're right.
We'll get that crook in the morning.
Oh, take it easy, boys.
Which way is the train going? I'm going to sleep this way.
Quiet. It's him, Slip.
He's out.
Oh, boy, our inheritance.
Oh, the moolah, the getus.
There's one for you, there's one for you, and there's one for me.
And one for you.
I want it now, this minute.
That's what I want right now.
Well, you've got him.
How do you
like that? I feel like a piece of French toast.
The one.
Give it to him.
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