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morning

Oh, dear old dad, I'm ready to play ball.

I'll be right out, Augie, my boy. Ah, I love these weekends.

It makes for a little father and son togetherness.

Friends, this is Repair Your Home Week.

Does your house need painting?

It does.

Is your garage a mess?

It is. Is your front yard the scandal of the neighborhood?

Well... People are beginning to talk.

Are your children ashamed to bring their little friends home because you let it

get run down and seedy?

I never thought about that.

Well, think about it. I'm thinking.

Are you through thinking?

I think so.

Well, take off that silly-looking baseball outfit and do something about

it. I'm doing. I'm doing.

No boy of mine is going to be ashamed to bring his friends home.

Oh, there you are.

catch the ball. What's all that junk?

Where's the bat?

Are you all right?

Yes, Augie, but you'll have to play baseball without me today.

But why?

Father who loves to play baseball with his little boy?

Because, Augie, I gotta patch up our neglected and seedy-looking home sweet

home. Oh, the shame of it. My father would rather patch up his neglected and

seedy-looking home sweet home than play ball with his only devoted son.

One neglected shingle, now un-neglected. Now for some pink.

Help!

Oogie, help! Get that ladder back under me. Okay, Dad.

Even if you won't play with me, I'll help you.

Fine, fine, only please hurry it up. I'll ask my friend, Lonesome Leonard, to

help me.

I'd be most grateful for Lonesome Leonard's assistance, whoever he is.

Go help my helpless dad, will you, Lonesome Leonard?

Okay, Dad.

Lonesome will put up the ladder for you. And just in time. I'm getting awfully

tired.

Thanks, Lonesome.

Here goes.

Hey, where's the ladder?

I'd like to thank Lonesome Leonard Loggie, but I don't feel he deserves it.

Oh, he doesn't mind, Dad.

What was that, Lonesome? You do mind?

And you want Dad to thank you? Okay.

Thank Lonesome Leonard, Dad. He's very sensitive.

All right, Augie.

But where is he? He's right there, Dad.

Right there where, Augie? Right there there, Dad.

No wonder he's so lonesome.

Nobody can see him. Come on, Lonesome. We'll go inside and watch some TV.

I'd be less than a father if I didn't look into this, even though I can't see

a thing.

Ah, here it is.

right here in a child's psychological book.

And it says, it is not unusual for children to have imaginary playmates.

It is merely a childhood phase.

Go along with it, and eventually, the phase will pass.

So, if Augie sees a Lonesome Leonard, then I will see one, too.

What'd you say, Lonesome? You liked it, old dad?

Oh, he's all right, I guess, for a grown-up. Hello, Lonesome Leonard,

wherever you are.

How's the TV today?

You don't mind if I join you, do you, Lonesome?

I'll just sit here and be quiet as a mouse.

Look out, Dad!

Huh? What's wrong, Augie? You just sat on Lonesome Leonard.

Speak to me, Lonesome. Are you hurt? Did he squish you bad?

I'm sorry, Augie, but I didn't see him.

And that's the truth.

What's that, Lonesome?

You want to lie down beneath the shade of an old oak tree?

Now, give me a hand, Dad.

We got to get him to an old oak tree.

Easy, Dad. Don't drop him.

I won't, Augie.

He's pretty light.

Come to think of it, Augie, we don't have an old oak tree.

Will an old avuncular bush do?

That'll do fine, dear old Dad.

What's that, Lonesome?

It's got to be an old oak tree.

Well, don't worry. We'll find one, won't we, Dad?

Of a certainty, Augie, my boy, of a certainty.

Augie, we've been looking now for an old oak tree for over an hour.

Are you sure an ice cream soda wouldn't do just as well?

No, Dad. It's got to be an old oak tree.

Say, Officer, where is the nearest old oak tree?

We'd like to put Lonesome Leonard under it. Never mind, officer.

We'll find one.

Come on, Augie. Head for the park.

It's the fireman's life for me.

It's about time.

I thought we'd never find an old oak tree.

Look, Dad, it worked.

Lonesome is getting up.

I'm sure he's light on his feet.

Wait, Dad. He's trying to tell me something.

You say dear old dad squished you and hurt your feelings, so you're leaving

forever?

Please don't go.

Dad didn't mean it. Go after him, Dad.

Tell him he didn't mean it. Well, if it'll make you happy, Augie, I will

gladly apologize.

But first, tell me, which way did he go?

There he is, Dad. He's climbing that telephone pole.

Come back, lonesome. I didn't mean to squish you. As a matter of fact, I

didn't even see you.

He's running across the wire, Dad.

Don't let him get away.

This is the reason, Lonesome. There he is, Dad. He's climbing up that building.

Here, Lonesome. Here, Lonesome.

Come back here, Lonesome. What'd you lose, Mac? A parakeet?

No, a Lonesome Leonard.

A Lonesome Leonard?

What's a Lonesome Leonard?

Well, a Lonesome Leonard is a... It's a... Well, it's a... Come to think of

it, there is no such a thing as a Lonesome Leonard.

Help, Boggy!

Get me out of here.

Aren't you glad Lonesome Leonard forgave you, dear old dad?

Oh, I'm flabbergasted with joy, Augie. Eat your spaghetti, Lonesome.

After all, how many boys have pals who don't eat?

How about that? A figment of the imagination.

What an appetite.

In the town of El Pueblo, peace reigned ever so long because of their hero, El

Kabong. He lived high on a hill, retired and old, with his pal, Baba Louie,

remembering days bold.

There she is, Baba Boy, my old kabonger. I don't think that kabonger has kabonged

a kabong for a long time, Quickstraw.

What say we give it a little try for old time's sake?

On who, Quickstraw?

Ka-bong!

On you, Baba Louie!

Now he told me.

Sounds like she needs a little tuning.

I think your ka-bong and these are over, El Ka-bong. I mean, Quickstraw.

It's so quiet outside.

You can hear the caterpillars stomping across the front lawn.

What was that, Baba Louie?

Quickstraw, look!

T'was the end of peace, and the end of peacemakers, with the coming of a land

shark called...

toothy anchors.

What for you, Kaboom, my house in little pieces?

Because you wouldn't sell it to me for $8, that's why.

All right, I'll sell.

Give it to me, the $8.

What? For that pile of junk?

I'll give you $1.35.

I'll give you $12.62 for your 1,000-acre ranch, typical western rancher's

daughter who's alone and helpless.

No, never. This is your last chance.

Going, going, going.

Oh, no.

There goes my beautiful 1,000-acre ranch.

Marry up with me, and I'll save myself a neat $12.62.

Never. Oh, come on. Be reasonable.

Help! Help!

Help!

I've seen enough. I'm gonna tune up my kabonger, and El Kabong will ride again.

Yeah, but who's gonna tune up El Kabong?

At your age.

Olé! El Cabong rides again!

What in the world is that old geezer doing up there?

The old boy must be off his rocker.

That old dead dreaded rocking chair's got me, I guess.

Don't feel bad, Quickstraw. We all gots to get old sometimes.

Thanks, Baba.

But I sure wish someone could take the place of El Kabong.

I wonder who that is.

I'll go see Quickstraw.

Hello there, Shorty. I'm back.

It's Quickstraw Junior, son of Quickstraw Senior.

Hello, Quickstraw Junior.

Junior, I plumb forgot you been away at a classy school in the Classy East.

You come back just in time to follow in my heroic footsteps.

Does this mean anything to you, Junior?

It sure does, Daddy-O.

Gee, that's El Kabong's kabonger. You think you know how to use it, Junior?

Oh, why, sure.

Rock, rock, rock me in the rocking chair. I don't care if I don't get

nowhere. This town is doomed, Baba Louie.

But the old caballero was wrong.

Junior had a card up his sleeve.

Baba Louie, my card.

El Cabong Junior, have guitar, will travel.

I don't get it, son of quick straw.

This seeming lassitude and lack of civic interest was merely intended to mask my

true motives.

Hmm, that's unreasonable to me, but I don't get it.

Watch.

How lay is the son of El Cabong?

I'm so happy. I think I cry.

Hooray!

Help! Help!

Help!

Hooray! Come on!

Thanks for saving me when I yelled help, help, help.

You're welcome.

Come back with that typical western rancher's daughter who's alone and

helpless.

Gotcha!

Rest a minute.

Say, that's quite a maneuver.

How did he do it? Oh, it's easy. Let me show you. Just a slight twist of the

wrist. So.

Is that all there is to it?

Right. Now, let's go.

Gosh. Where'd you ever learn to do that?

At the good old Eastern Tech.

Good old Eastern Tech?

Yep. Good old Eastern Tech.

Why, I graduated from there.

who's alone and helpless.

Mama Louie, are you sure it's my lazy, no-good son who's El Cabong?

See, Quickstrap, I seen you cry as I did when you see him in your El Cabong suit.

Let's go.

He's whipping the tire out of Toothy Acres right now.

We don't care if we don't get nowhere.

Quikstra, say something.

Say something.

Holy, holy, holy.

I think he means holy mackerel.

Hey, Snoop, when am I gonna get a salary for being your assistant?

Blab, your golden opportunity has come at last.

Oh, boy!

You mean I'm gonna get paid?

Always remember, Blab, that some things are bigger than money. I'm gonna make

you the private eye, and meself yours truly, your lonely assistant.

Snoop! You mean you're gonna let me be the private eye?

Oh, joy unleashed! Oh, ambition realized!

Oh, damn!

days.

Decompose yourself, Blab, and get behind the desk, Chief.

This is a solemn moment.

We'll answer the phone, you booby chief.

Yes, sir, assistant.

Blabber Detective Agency.

Roses are red, violets are blue. We'll take your case and solve it for you.

Chief Blab speaking.

Who? Aladdin?

Your genie?

You guys escaped?

And you want us to help you find them? For a million-dollar reward?

We'll be right over.

Hey, assistant, ready the helicopter.

And be quick and nimble about it.

Well, here we are over Persia, Chief.

Where does this Aladdin character live?

427 Open Sesame Square.

Fasten your safety belt, Chief. We're going down.

out the facts.

Last night when I rubbed the lamp to make a wish, no genie. This note was in

the lamp instead.

Uh, what does it say, Blab?

Dear master, I got a little cramped in the lamp, so I took it on a lamb.

Signed, genie with a light brown hair.

Oh, good. We got a description of the suspect.

Find him. Put him back in this lamp and the million dollars is yours.

I accept the caper and also the green paper.

What's your modus operandi gonna be, Chief?

Well, if I was a genie, I'd make a quick getaway on a flying carpet.

So, I'll start by talking to Alibi Baba, the used carpet dealer.

What will it be, gentlemen?

They're having a clean-up sale on all models today, including those small

throw-rug foreign jobs.

We're detectives.

Now we're looking for someone.

Oh, the police.

I run an honest business, Lieutenant.

There's no dirt under my carpets. I'm honest.

Have you seen a genie around here, oh honest merchant?

A genie?

No. But you might try Scheherazade's Arabian nightclub down in the

marketplace.

Come on, Snoop.

Like I said, if he were here, I'd tell you. Yes, ma'am. I just hang around

telling Arabian Nights stories to the customers.

Yes, ma'am. You might try the waterfront.

Sinbad the sailor sees them all come and go.

Like I said.

Yes, ma'am.

Yes, ma'am. Yes, ma'am. Yes, ma'am. Ma'am, yes.

All right, you booby clamp.

Knock it off.

Yes, ma'am. I mean, yes, sir.

Ah, that's right. I see them all come and go.

To the genie?

I'm afraid not.

Where were you on the Arabian night of January 16th?

Huh?

Blab, what a carnation has that got to do with it?

Nothing, Snoop. But for a second there, I was really living.

Oh, boy.

The things you miss being cooped up in an itty-bitty old lamp.

Look at all the tall buildings.

My, my.

Now, where would you go if you were a genie on the loose, Blab?

Search me, Snoop. Pardon me, sir.

I'm hungry for news.

May I ask you a few questions?

Sure, mister.

What do you want to know?

Are they still doing the Charleston? Did Lucky Lindy make it to Paris?

How are the Dodgers doing?

Tell me everything.

Where have you been all this time, buddy?

Cooped up in a little old lamp. Oh, it gave me the willies.

Did you hear that, Snoop? I got a hunch this fella knows something.

Have you seen a genie around kind, sir?

No, I'm the only genie I know.

The genie I'm looking for belongs in this lamp.

That was a million-buck genie. After him, Blant.

I un-jugged a genie.

Heavens to Halibar, my jugs. Hey, what do you think you're doing?

I was looking for something.

Were you looking for this?

What happened?

Your ink-up lamp. I nabbed a genie. Bring the lamp, quick.

Don't let him get away, Snoop.

Don't worry, I got his turban.

He won't get far. I'll give him a little line, and when he's tired, I'll reel him

in. The poor fish hasn't got a chance.

That'll learn him.

Look, he's getting away, Snoop.

So long, you guys.

I'll see you in Baghdad.

Listen to the reason, Jeannie.

You'll be safer in a lamp.

No, no, no, no. Never, never.

Let's go, Snoop. He's no genie. He's too big.

Oh, yeah?

I am so a genie. So proven.

Let's see you fit in that itty-bitty lamp.

Asked me to do something hard.

All right, smart guy.

Watch. This'll show you who's a genie.

See? I told you I was a genie.

I knew it all the time.

Good work, Blab.

You know, Blab, That million bucks dollars reward you got divided evenly

would make you and me one millionaire.

Well, like you said, Snoop, some things are bigger than money. So you can have

your job back as Chief Private Eye.

I don't get it, Blab. That's right, Snoop. You don't get it. The million

bucks reward, that is.

Yippee-yi-yo-ki-yay, galloping all the way, there goes Quick Draw McGraw.

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Yippee-yi-yo-ki-yay.