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Okay, buddy, place it here.

Right, Saul.

Set the timer, buddy. Right, Saul.

This bomb will explode at 5 o'clock at the height of the rush hour and blow up

the city.

Not so fast, buddy and Saul. We got you M.A.D. agents at last.

Curses!

Better disarm that bomb, United States Secret Agent X-12.

Good idea, United States Secret Agent X-21.

Wait! That bomb's so rigged that if a normal-sized man goes near it, it will

explode immediately, killing us all. Right, buddy?

Right, Saul?

Guess we need a tiny secret agent to do the disarming. Another job for Tom of T

-H-U-M-B.

Darn it. That little runt gets all the gung-ho assignments.

2.30, swinging jacks late.

Phew, that was a close one.

I say we should eat at Joe's. I say Charlie's.

Let's toss for it. I got heads.

Lost it. Ah, the heads.

Let's eat at Charlie's.

Where am I?

What am I doing here?

Who am I?

Good gravy. I've got amnesia.

What a rotten thing to happen to one who's so physically perfect otherwise.

Not at the office.

Where can Tom be?

Better try the secret phone.

Get me Tom of T-H-U-M-B. Only have two hours.

George?

Like a George.

Pete?

Herbert. Never.

Who's this speaking? Is this Tom of THUMB?

Never heard of him.

A time like this, I'm tested with wrong numbers.

Harvey. No.

Oh, for crying out loud.

Tom, that must be you.

Look, fella, will you stop bugging me? I got amnesia, and that's no darn joke.

Amnesia. Good grief.

Get Gil Friday and Swingin' Jack over here right away.

Danny. No.

Morris. Maybe.

No.

Amnesia. Oh, it's just awful.

We've only got an hour to find Tom before that bomb goes off. No time for

tears.

Now snap out of it. Well, see, I think I know how to find Tom. The automatic

zeroing in device.

Of course.

Tom's suspender button broadcasts a steady signal. Which can be picked up on

the receiver I have in helicopter.

Let's go.

Bruce.

Melvin.

Orson.

We must be getting close. The signal's stronger.

Hurry, Swingin' Jack.

It's 4.30, only half an hour left.

Oh, shut up.

It must be around here. Over there, by the railroad track. It's Tom.

Tom! Tom!

But Tom, you've got to go inside that bomb and disarm it. Oh, don't you

understand, boss? You're the great Tom of D.H.U.M.B. Tom? Tom of... No,

no, it's no use. That bomb was planted there by M.A.D. M.A.D.? Mal adjusted,

antisocial, and darn mean.

An organization of scientists bent on destroying the world for their own gain.

Nothing.

Tom, I have no choice.

My amnesia's gone. I'm Tom of T.H.U.M.B. Lead me to that bomb.

Boss, we only got 30 seconds. 30 seconds is plenty of time for Tom of... Tom

of... Tom of... Whatchamacallit? Oh, no. Only 20 seconds to go. You got

amnesia again.

Am I Paul?

No. Maurice?

No. 15 seconds.

Sorry, boss.

Simple time.

Everett?

Rex?

No. Only five seconds.

That's far more than is needed by Tom of THUMB. Oh, boss, you did it. You

saved the day again.

Well, you should get a reward.

Confidentially, Swingin' Jack.

Right now, I'd settle for an aspirin.