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Gosh, Dad, it actually seems as if the house is splitting, too.

Actually, it has, but I can fix that in a rinky-dinky.

See? That's amazing, Dad. How did you do it?

With the help of my latest invention, the copycatter duplicator-oony.

Copycatter? That's right. It makes a perfect replica of any object.

Watch.

Oh, it's an exact duplicate of the TV.

Daddy, that's fantastic.

I think it's awful.

Awful? Certainly.

Now we'll have twice as many payments to make on it.

I hadn't thought of that.

Will it work on humans, too?

Of course it would even work on Jerry.

And there you have it. A mirror image, ta-da, of your brother.

Oh, he looks so real.

He even feels real.

Try that again, Pinocchio, and I'll wipe up the floor with you. Understand?

Yes, sir.

Something's wrong, Daddy.

Jerry is sweet and good-natured, but his image is mean.

Naturally, Geraldine. You know the way a mirror makes everything appear reverse?

You mean the way left becomes right and right becomes left?

Precisely! That's the same phenomenon across here.

If a person is good, his mirror image is bad.

If he is dumb, his mirror image is smart.

In that case, I gotta be an absolute genius, right, Blister Brain?

Whatever you say, sir.

You stop picking on my brother, you big bully!

Sticks and sounds won't break my bones. They'll break his.

I'm afraid he's right.

If he is hurt in any way, Jerry is the one who feels it. I don't think I like

Jerry's duplicate, Daddy.

That goes double for me.

Perhaps we'd better dematerialize him.

All right, back in the...

Copycatter, you go.

Me crawl back in that creepy gadget? Forget it, Pops. I'm having too many

kicks out here.

See you around sometime.

He's gone.

And he's taking my bike.

Jerry, I have a feeling that this duplicate of yours is going to bring

trouble on the double.

There goes Terry Lewis.

But he's right over here.

Well, which one is he?

It's not very clear.

Because he's here, there, everywhere.

Up the street, down the stairs, running, jumping, slipping, sliding, laughing,

singing, then he's hiding. Was he busy? In a tizzy. Something's cooking. Is he

busy? Come and going. Yes and no. Kitchen sink is overflowing. Going

around, revolving doors. In the local dinosaurs.

Getting wet. Eating jets.

Dancing to the castanets. Look around.

Boring spots.

There he goes. Private. All dead.

It's so confusing. All dead.

Gosh,

Mr. Blunderpuss, do you really think I stand a chance to win the Misemployment

Agency Beauty Contest?

Why worry about it? If you win, Odd's job will get a million dollars worth of

publicity. And if you lose, well, there are plenty of other jobs you can get.

Oh.

Sorry, Mr. Blunderpuss, but someone took my bicycle and I don't stop so good on

skates. I notice you stop better on people.

Lewis, I'd fire you this instant if it weren't for Rhonda.

Rhonda, how?

Yes, I'll need you to look after things while she's gone.

Gone? She's going to Atlantic City to represent our agency in a beauty

contest.

Isn't it exciting? This could be the start of a whole new career for me.

New career?

I might end up in Hollywood, dating all those handsome movie actors.

What was that noise?

It sounded like something breaking.

I have the faintest idea.

Cross my heart.

Ronda will probably win that beauty contest and go to Hollywood.

And I'll never see her again.

And just when I was going to ask her out for our first date.

Oh, it's just not fair.

You're right, pal.

There just ain't no justice.

I'll say.

You don't have to. I just said it for you.

Who are you?

It's me, you meathead. You got a memory like a sieve.

Gosh, my duplicate.

It's a lucky thing I dropped by to look after you.

You really dig this Rhonda chick, huh?

Oh, more than anything in the world. Just leave everything to me.

Gosh, this is awful nice of you.

I ain't doing this for you, dum-dum. I'm doing it for me. You're ruining my

image.

Now. Where's this boss of yours?

Oh, wait a minute. You mustn't barge in on him like that.

Oh, no?

Watch this.

Dear sir, regarding your letter of the 14th... Knock off the correspondence,

tubby. You and me have got some words.

Lois, what's the meaning of this?

The meaning, fatso, is that I'm going to Atlantic City with Rhonda.

What's that?

What's the matter, fatty? Your ears stopped up? Here, this'll fix them.

A chick like Rhonda is much too cute to be running around loose in a strange

city. Oh, why, thank you, Jerry.

Now, see here, Lois. You see here, chubby. Either I go along as a chaperone

or Rhonda quits. Right, baby?

That's right, Mr.

Blunderbuss.

Now, Rhonda, let's not do anything hasty. Speaking of haste, we'll need

some wheels to drive down there.

Your sports car will do just fine. My brand new sports car?

Yeah, and see that it's washed and waxed. I can't stand a dusty sports car.

But, but... I'll pick you up in an hour, doll.

Oh, whatever you say, Jerry.

It's safe to come out now, Chicken Little. It's all settled.

Yeah, well, yeah, what's settled?

You'll see.

I've got something to sell you.

Yes,

Mr. Blunderbuss?

I never realized you could be so forceful and dynamic.

By George, you are a born executive.

See that? A true executive can grab a nap anywhere.

Jerry, I...

I've never seen you so masterful before.

It's as though you were a different person.

Baby, with me calling the shots, we're gonna go a long way together.

I hope it isn't too long away. My legs are getting awfully tired.

with a lot of things we're gonna have fun

Jerry, first date with Rhonda.

I certainly hope we hit it off.

Hit it off?

Thanks to me, she's completely wigged out over you.

You mean, over you.

Me, you, what's the difference?

We're one and the same guy.

How many times I gotta tell you? I like my hair parted on this side.

Oops, sorry.

You, Jerry, it's me.

Oh, it's her.

What do I do? What do I say?

Oops,

oops, sorry.

You clumsy klutz. Why don't you watch where you're going?

I can't help it. I'm so nervous.

Oh, brother.

I can see I'll have to take matters into my own hands.

So, what did you do that for?

I'd better take over before you get us both in hot water.

But what about my date with Rhonda?

Forget it, button brain. She's out of your league.

Jerry, it sounded like you were talking to someone.

Me? Baby, you must have been hearing things.

I guess I'm on edge about the contest tomorrow.

Forget it, doll. Let's just live for today.

Looks like my split personality has just split with my date.

Gosh,

Daddy, imagine, shall we?

Actually being in Atlantic City. Yes, your brother certainly gets to visit the

glamish parts of the world.

I'll bet he's having the time of his life.

Double crossed by my own double.

I've never been so miserable in my entire life.

Set him up again, Joe, and don't spare the...

Whip cream.

Don't you think you had enough, pal? After all, 13 root beer floats.

Oh, a guy's gotta drown his sorrows in something.

Okay, but I'm warning you, they got a real punch to them.

I wonder where Rhonda and the other me are now.

Gary, I had no idea you could do such a wild dance.

Listen, did we come here to chew the fat or to dance?

Sorry, Jerry.

Hey, try and watch where you're stepping, will you, Mac?

Bug off, fella. Your face is giving my eyes heartburn.

Jerry, don't you recognize him?

That's King Kong Kowalski.

the professional wrestler this muscle-bound thin whip he doesn't look

so tough to me

Those sodas do have quite a punch. I don't get it. He's still standing.

That's your Sunday punch. This must be Thursday.

This time you're really action for it.

You big ape. Maybe this time you'll win a banana.

Big ape, huh?

Public nuisance.

It's the lock-up for the laddies.

Oh, but officer, the beauty contest judging starts tomorrow morning.

Girlie, the only judge you're gonna see is the one that runs the night court.

There goes the beauty contest. And my job.

He's got a few more tricks up his sleeve.

Who knows what he'll do? We're gonna have fun.

We're gonna have fun.

It's no use. I can't go on lying to Ronda.

She thinks it's me she's in love with when it's really, uh, by reflection.

Oh, I've got to tell her the truth. After all, am I half a man or half a

mouse? Rhonda, it's me, Jerry, and I've got something to confess.

Oh, my gosh. She was out all night.

Oh, I knew I shouldn't have let her leave with that subtle dealing double of

mine. Yoo-hoo, Miss Acme.

Yes. One hour before the judging. Thank you.

Yoo-hoo, Miss Star.

Yes? One hour before the judging.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, my gosh, he's headed this way. I can't let them know she's not here.

Hmm, this might do the trick.

Yoo-hoo, Miss I Jump.

Fine, young man.

Just give me the message.

The beauty contest starts in one hour.

Oh, thank you. I'll be there with bells on.

You might stand a better chance with a mask on.

Listen, about the tip.

Oh, yes, of course.

This is the most I can afford, lady. It's been a bad week.

Oh, poor Rhonda. When Mr. Blunderpuss finds out she wasn't in the beauty

contest, he'll fire her for sure.

Hmm. This calls for desperate measures.

Or in this case, desperate measurements.

Oh, young man, I hope spending the night in jail has taught you a lesson.

Next time, I'll throw the book at you.

Oh, you're kidding, Pop.

You look like you couldn't barely pick up a comic book.

What's that?

Oh, he said he'll be good from now on, Your Honor.

He better be.

Case dismissed.

Here we are, baby.

I hope the judging hasn't begun.

And now, the moment we've all been waiting for.

The announcement of the three finalists in the Miss Employment Agency contest.

And here they are.

Miss Dove.

Miss Acme.

And last but not least, Miss Oddjob.

Miss Oddjob? That's me.

Oh, yeah? Then who's that?

Looks like Miss Oddjob could use a nose job.

She must be the comedy queen.

With a face like that, she'd have to go on release.

Think you can practice walking on your high heels?

It's Jerry!

Naturally. Who else is such a klutz?

Wait a minute.

If he's Jerry, who are you?

Let's just say I'm an unreasonable facsimile.

Then there are two of you? That's right. We're a regular jerkle and hide.

It's a guy.

Wow, what a story this is gonna make.

I can see the headlines now.

Hoax revealed.

Beauty Queen turns out to be Clown Prince.

Lewis, thanks to you, I'm the laughingstock of the industry.

You're through.

Finished. Washed up.

Whatever you say, sir.

Wait, Mr. Blunderbuss. You're making a mistake.

This is the real culprit.

Here, Tubby. Thanks for the use of the wheels.

There are two of them.

Not exactly.

This one is merely a duplicate.

Yeah, he won't go back from once where he came from to, there, here.

Don't worry, pal. I've had it with this scene.

A goody two-shoes like you could destroy my image.

So long, suckers.

He's gone.

Golly, what a relief.

I'll say.

Now I only have to fire...

Goodbye, Rhonda.

Mr. Blunderbuss, we're from Newstime Magazine.

We want to do a cover story on your agency.

Entering that guy in the beauty contest was a great publicity stunt.

Actually,

that was Lewis's idea.

Oh, that was absolutely brilliant.

Yes, sir. I wish I had a dozen like him.

Mr. Blondipus, I think you're gonna get your wish.

Well, which one is he really?

It's not very clear.

Because he's here, there, everywhere, up the streets, down the stairs, running,

jumping, flipping, sliding, laughing, singing, then he's hyped. Was he? Is he?

In a tizzy. Something's cooking. Is he busy? Come and going. Yes and no.

Kitchen sink is overflowing. Oh, I found it.

It's the local dinosaurs getting wet in a jet, dancing through the castanets,

looking around for a spot.

There he goes, private eye. It's so confusing.