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This is an exciting night, folks. Tonight, the world's greatest private

eyes select their own winner for the annual Private Eye Award, the coveted

gold pussyfoot statuette awarded to the Private Eye solving the most difficult

case of the year.

And in closing, I'd like to thank the Private Eye Annual Awards Committee.

for allowing me to tell how I solved the greasepot murder mystery, my most

slippery case.

I thank you. I thank you. I thank you.

Sir Loin of Beef is a cinch for the award.

Start fellow. He has my vote.

When they hear my case, they'll do it about face.

Right, Snoop. Your case is real scary.

And now, for the last case of the evening, we are forced to listen to

super... You should pardon the expression.

Snooper.

Must we listen to this bounder? May dare, fellow private eyelids.

When I recall the fantastical events of my case, there won't be a participle of

doubt as to who should get the award.

It all started one normal morning when I answered a normal phone call.

The bank was robbed last night.

That's a normal enough robbery.

What? The whole bank building itself disappeared.

That ain't normal.

Sounds like a 903.

A 903? Gosh, Snoop, a 903? That's awful.

Not a 903. It can't be a 903. Are you sure?

I always get excited when it's a 903.

They're the worst kind.

Gosh, Snoop, a 903? That's awful.

Not a 903. It can't be a 903. Are you sure?

Stealing a bank building.

I don't get it.

That's a crime of the first latitude.

You're right, Snoop. Whatever you said.

Here we are, Blab.

Let's go have a private Eiffel.

It's gone, all right.

It sure is.

Quick as a flash, the solution come to me.

Find the bank building.

With this in mind, I started questioning folks in the vicinity.

Excuse me, sir, but it was right over there.

Thanks. That helps.

This is merely routine, sir.

It was right over there.

Every little bit helps, sir.

I was at me wits' end, and me nitwit assistant was at his half-wits' end.

When I hit it...

In the form of a small boy with a sack of gold.

What's your name, son?

Jack. Jack what?

Jack in a beanstalk.

The M is for Neville.

Something clicked in me brilliant brain.

I started firing questions.

Where'd you get the gold?

I ain't tellin'. Do you know any giants? I ain't tellin'. Do you know any cows?

I ain't tellin'. Do you know from beans? I ain't tellin'. Loaded with this

important information, we were soon burning rubber for the kid's house.

There it is, Blab. Just as I elementaried.

What is it, Snoop?

It's a giant-sized beanstalk.

A giant-sized beanstalk?

Right. With a giant at the other end.

Give him a giant hello for me, Snoop.

Hey, Blab. You want your badge, don't you?

I'm back, Snoop. Look, I'm back.

After all, what's a little giant?

Leave us take a run up the beanstalk.

and interrogate the suspect.

Gosh, Snoop. How do you talk to a giant?

Easy, Blatt. Just talk big.

Let's go.

Giant land, next stop.

Look, Snoop. A rubber mountain.

It says so right on it.

Let's climb up and take a look-see around.

And, uh, keep your private eyes peeled for the giant.

All right, Snoop.

Leave us follow this highway, Blab. It's short to lead someplace.

Hey, Snoop, lookie up ahead.

That Blab, he's just like a kid.

Hey, Snoop, look.

I'm king of the mountain.

Never mind the kid games, Blab. Do you see the giant?

No, Snoop. Not a sign of him.

Better not stick his nose around here if he knows what's good for him.

Look over there, Snoop.

Oh, boy.

It's an echo cave, Snoop.

Go ahead and try it, Blob, if it'll make you happy.

Thanks, Snoop.

Hello in there.

What happened, Snoop? Search me.

I'll wait a match and see.

Golly.

I'll smother it.

Jump, Blab.

I'm jumping, Snoop.

Blab, do you see what I see?

Not only that, but I'm seeing what's seeing us see it.

The good one is Pam.

You're dealing with Super Snooper. The greatest private eye in the world.

Gosh.

Super Snooper?

In person.

Golly. You're my hero.

So the giant agreed to return the bank building after keeping the gold, which

was stolen from him by the kid Jack in the first place.

I demand that this liar have his private eye license revoked and his magnifying

glass...

Augie, Augie boy.

I hear you calling, dear old dad.

You see how fast I come running?

Never mind that, Augie. Why aren't you doing your homework?

You're the best daddy in the whole world. And when I grow up, I'm going to

be just like you. Don't change the subject.

Why haven't you been studying?

But I have, dear old dad.

I've been studying how to be a watchdog, just like my dear old dad, father of

mine. But I don't want you to be a watchdog.

I want you to go to college.

You mean you don't want me to be like you?

Oh, the shame of it.

I'll just have to eat a wiggly worm and die.

You're going to college first, Doggie. You'll be sorry when I'm gone, Dad.

Doggie, get up from there.

Can I, can I, can I, can I, can I be a watchdog? Can I, can I, can I, can I?

Okay, okay, you can be a watchdog. I can?

But just for tonight.

You're a kind, sweet dad for allowing me to be a watchdog just like you.

That's my son there.

He wants to be a watchdog like his dear old dad.

But it's up to his dear old dad to see that he goes to college.

So I'll disguise myself as a burglar and scare Augie out of wanting to be a

watchdog. All I need is an old hat and coat for a disguise.

Robin, this house ought to be easy.

Hey, a puppy watchdog with a toy gun.

Whoa, Sonny.

Now, ain't that cute?

Robin, any time, kid.

Hey,

it's dark in here.

Who did that?

I hate to scare Loggie this way, but it's for his own good.

I'll sneak up behind him and surprise him.

He's getting away.

Stick him up, you bird gurgler of our home, or I'll shoot you.

Watch me scare the wits out of him.

It's the cute pup with his toy gun.

Quit your kidding, kid, and square him.

The kid ain't kidding, so I'll square him.

Now what's my boy up to?

Is that crazy, kid?

safe this time.

He's gone.

Here, burglar.

Here, burglar.

Here, burglar.

Uh-oh. There he is.

This one's easier than the piggy bank.

Up with him. You really burglar?

Do me a favor, will you, kid?

Go heckle the other burglar.

Forget it, sonny. I'll get the heckle out of here myself.

That crazy kid.

In tracking outlaws over grim, bleak terrain such as you see here, it

sometimes became necessary for lawmen to enlist the aid of a bloodhound. Here, we

see the nemesis of all outlaws, Quickdraw McGraw, on the trail of the

notorious Nogahide Kid.

Hello, Quickdraw, you fearless old bandit chaser, you.

Aloha, partner!

And here... We see the Naugahyde kid's secret hideout, where Quickdraw's

sidekick, Baba Louie, is being held prisoner by the kid. Say, Baba Louie.

See? You speaking?

How's the kid treating you? He's not too bad.

But I think I must be going crazy, because I miss Quickdraw. Get back in

there, Baba Louie. The name is Baba Louie, you nauseous kid.

That's the notorious Naugahyde kid.

Oh, Naugahyde. Huh?

Oh, good evening, sir.

Why are you holding Baba Louie captive?

Because, sir, he has a map of the gold mine tattooed on his chest. But this is

not... Shut up!

That's why, sir.

That sounds like that stupid, homely, half-baked, ridiculous, no-good,

worthless, so-and-so-lawman quick-draw.

Oh, excuse me, sir. I forgot myself.

That's all right, kid.

the Nogahide kids hide out? Yeah, yeah.

biscuits.

Okay, okay.

I know I promised you a dog biscuit.

I

think

he's overdoing it myself.

You want another dog?

If Baba Louie has any blood at all...

Well, what do you know?

I'm fresh outer dog biscuits.

Can I give you an I.O.U.?

I'm going to the dogs. Hold it, dog deputy.

I'm a baking you some of my own recipe dog biscuits.

And I think they are ready.

Delicious.

They smells good, Queez Draw.

with a map on his chest.

Why wouldn't

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