Best broadcasts of 1939-40 (1940)

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MY CLIENT, CURLEY Agent. — Stinky! Wake up! We’re rich! We’re practically millionaires ! Stinky. — ( Sleepily ) What’s the matter? Agent. — Come on, kid, get your clothes on! Hurry! You’re gonna take a long airplane ride with me and Curley! And boy, I’m gonna buy Curley the juiciest willow leaf he ever ate in his life. Now lemme tell the news to Curley. (As if opening Curley’s box ) Here you are, little fella, here you . . . (Freezes . . . then panicky ) Where is he? Why isn’t he in his box? Where’s Curley? Curley! Stinky. — (Refusing to believe ) I put him to bed all right. Ain't he in his box ? Agent. — Quick! Look all around the room. Under the carpet, under the bed, on the walls, everywhere. And be careful where you walk! Stinky. — (Half-calling, half -crying ) Curley! Come back! Curley! Where are you, Curley! Agent. — Curley! Curley, listen. (Sings “Yes, Sir” in a croaking, terror-stricken voice) Stinky. — Joins in the general desultory singing, interspersed with cries for Curley. Agent. — Curley ! I love you ! Where are you ? Stinky. — Curley, don’t leave us ! Agent. — A hundred thousand bucks, Curley! (Sings vehemently . . . breaks off when he gets the idea ) Here, Stinky! Take this flashlight and look for him along the corridor and ask the manager to let you look at the bottom of the elevator shaft. Meanwhile I’ll phone the police. Stinky. — Goes off half singing, half crying. Sound. — Telephone receiver jiggles. Agent. — Operator! Operator! Get me police headquarters! Operator ! Sound. — Siren. Police radio. — (Filter) Calling all cars. Calling all cars. Be on the lookout for a dancing caterpillar. Be on the lookout for a