The Dick Tracy Show

The Dick Tracy Show!

Okay, Chief. I'll get on it right away.

Tracy calling Hemlock Holmes.

Calling Hemlock Holmes.

Go ahead, Tracy.

A robbery at East Side West Side National Bank.

Bandits identified as B.B. Eyes and Flat Top.

Call the Retouchables and bring them in.

Yes, Sir. Calling Car 13.

Calling the Retouchables.

Proceed to East Side West Side National Bank.

Robbery in process.

Let's go! I say.

Whoa, stop, you chaps.

Wait for me.

Found everything. Whoa, stop.

Oh, please, stop.

Help! Police!

Help! Help!

Police!

We've got the dough. Let's blow.

Okay, we'll scoot with the loot.

Go get them.

After them. That way, there.

Hey, B.B. Eyes. The police.

The police.

Get after them.

Come on. Get out of the way.

Yeah, we're being tailed. For my name ain't B.B. Eyes.

I'll blast them.

Nah, we'll give him a slap, Sam.

We'll lose them on this highway interchange.

Haha.

Stop in the name of the law.

After them.

Hold it, Flat Top.

We're chasing the cops.

Turn around, you fool.

They're on our tail.

After those crooks, Men.

Hold it or we fire.

Haha they missed us.

Yo, there they go, the crooks.

Quick, turn around. There they go.

Hey, watch it.

We're coming together.

Look B.B. Eyes.

How we going to get these policemen off our backs?

Don't worry.

I've got a little plan.