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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 Smirney, we want our inheritance.

For the 50th time, don't you understand? The will is being probated.

Oh, I've forgotten. This morning's paper said our inheritance ain't tied up

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 as.

Huge estate turned over to executor. The estate of the late Ambrose Rose,

deceased millionaire junk dealer, was today released from probate by Judge

Woodcock R. 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

crooked.

My right palm edges. What's that a sign of? Your hand's dirty. Oh, why don't you

leave him alone? Quiet.

Oh, gentlemen, gentlemen. You want your inheritance, don't you? Then how?

I'll have Mr. Drain draw up three subpoenas, and then it'll be up to one

to serve Mr.

Slip.

Nick about slip speaking.

Oh, hello, Joe.

Oh, you want me to meet you at the theater, huh?

Okay.

What?

Sure, I've got their doll.

Hey, wait a minute.

What's the address of that theater again?

Circle Folly's Theater, yeah.

919 Circle Avenue, huh?

Okay, Joe, I'll be right over.

Here's where we'll 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 Amber's 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. A -zee. A -zoe. A -zoe.

And get going.

At last, I catch you at your desk. Me?

What did you do with my money?

Oh, there must be some mistake. You bet, and you made it.

Larry, anybody come in here? I think that crook is... Aha!

Mr. Slip!

Where's that dough you jerked me out of?

Pardon me, did you happen to see... Aha!

Blessed, 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, well, we're not my country.

Oh, cut the sneaker, eh?

It's like he left.

Yes.

The estate of Uncle Ambrose Rose.

And we thank you.

So long, chumps.

Ah!

Moe! Yeah, hey, a guy thought I was slept. Me too.

Get him up here.

Take it easy, kid. We'll get it off you.

What'd he say?

Right out of here. This thing is wedged on. We can't get it off. We'd better get

a hammer and crack it open. Now you're using the bit of your brain.

Come on.

We'll get this thing off.

Hey, I can't find a hammer, but this'll do. I'll shatter it. Step back. To the

right. I got it right between the eyes.

Why, you goose brain, you...

That's the guy to beat me up. Me too. That dirty crook. Give us the business

stole our dough.

Well, I'll be... Hey, what's this?

Circle Follies Theater, 919 Circle Avenue.

I got a hunch that's where he is. Let's go see. Right, come on.

Oh, sorry, kid. I forgot.

I'm okay.

Thanks. I'd have never gotten out of there without your help.

You're sure you're all right? Never felt better in my life.

Let's go.

What happened to him? I don't know.

Hey, Mo.

How are we going to find Slip in a big theater like this?

We'll search the whole building. We'll start with the dressing rooms. And if we

find him... I found him.

What? It's him.

It's those three jokers. They followed me.

I'll tear them apart.

away. Oh, thanks.

Hey,

wait. Let's duck into this box till they separate. Then we'll get them one at

a time.

We can't get very far, boss.

I'll find him. Yeah, but we better get rid of this dough until we do.

Hey, here's a good place to hide it.

Nobody'll ever look in here.

Yeah.

I guess I shall see his lumpy.

Who said that?

Sounded like it came from over there.

Hey, fellas, the coast is clear.

Come on, let's frame.

Now listen.

Now keep your eyes wide open. Come on.

Hey, I hear footsteps.

Must be my imagination.

Who are you?

I'm trapped here. What are you doing here? Oh, look out. Look out. Let's go.

Ouch.

Why, you.

I'll slice you to pieces.

Bullseye in reverse.

Well, applesauce.

That's all I got.

That was a bum shot.

Watch the old master.

He'll throw faster the faster the master will throw the old hemp fruit. Now

watch this.

Oh, if I ever get my... By golly, I did it. The little gentleman

gives himself a small -sized pan of...

You hit me with a, what's this? A Havana band. Oh, boy.

Oh, cool. Not like that. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Oh, you are. If I ever

get my hands on you, you should have never been born.

Yeah, there it is. Oh, boy.

Take some more. Is that all you're going to take? Oh, take your time. I got the

whole jar cleaned up. That's good.