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| Narrator: | In no time at all, thanks
to the magic of radio, our intrepid trio was hungrily noshing their way
through a sampler plate of tripe, headcheese, haggis, and other foods too
disgusting to even name on a family program such as this.
Boom-Boom wasted no time in getting to the heart of the matter: |
| Boom-Boom:
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Look, lady, where's the men's room? This stuff tastes good, but it ain't restin' easy - right, Shingles? |
| Shingles: | You said a mouthful, Boom-Boom. |
| Narrator: | Maybe more than a mouthful, for at that moment, the phone
rang.
(SFX: Phone Ring) |
| Louise:
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Hello, Louise Lake's Diner an... oh,
it's you Doctor.
No, I'm afraid I can't send over your regular order - my delivery boy seems to have vanished. ... No, I haven't put an ad in the paper for a new one ... well, I've just hired some Private Eyes (SFX: Peter Gunn theme) to try to find out what's happening ... I don't know, I'll ask them, just hold on a moment. Oh boys, would you mind dropping off an order to one of my best customers? It's probably right on your way to someplace. It would be a huge help. |
| Bolt: | Well, I guess we could do it. Shingles, make sure we put this on the lady's bill, OK? |
| Shingles:
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Yeah, sure, Bolt, but we gotta wait till Boom-Boom gets back from the can - it didn't sound too good in there. |
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