:06:01
Luther, from now on,
:06:03
let Ollie and me run the
paper and write the stories.
:06:05
You just keep
setting the type. Hmm?
:06:07
But I was sure...
Good night, Luther.
:06:10
Nice work... scoop.
:06:36
Scoop!
Yeah.
:06:38
Calver looked so natural! I got
to get a new suit for the funeral.
:06:41
Wonder who done him in? I can't wait
to read the morning paper and find out.
:06:45
All right, you two guys.
You just better watch it.
:06:47
You see these two hands?
They're just as hard as steel.
:06:49
Hey, look at him, Billy Ray. He's a
karate champion. We better watch ourselves.
:06:52
Go ahead, Luth.
Yeah, do something.
:06:57
Why don't you run up
an alley and holler "fish"?
:07:11
Wait. Then, all of a sudden,
in walks Calver Weems.
:07:15
And Luther says to him,
"Cal, what are you doing here?
:07:19
You're dead.!"
:07:22
We shouldn't laugh.
We really shouldn't.
:07:26
You know, he took a close-up of a
two-by-four. Can you imagine that?
:07:35
Morning, everybody.
Good morning, Luther.
:07:37
Morning, scoop.
:07:41
A person is never dead until
their pulse is stopped, Luther.
:07:46
Mr. Ace Reporter, would you
pass the marmalade, please?
:07:50
Lay off,
will ya, Ollie?
:07:52
Oh, now, Ollie,
enough is enough.
:07:54
I don't blame Luther
one iota.
:07:57
If I'd seen someone laying in front of that
spooky place, I'd think he was dead too.