Micro-Phonies

Mmm!

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- Mm! - Mmm!

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Mm! Mmm!

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Wait a minute!

You lamebrains can't do anything right, can you?

Get up out of here! Come on.

Get over there. You come over here.

Now, get to work.

- Mm! - Mmm!

- Mm! - Mmm!

- Just a second! - Mmm!

Let me have that wrench.

Let me have it. You imbeciles.

Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!

Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!

Hey, boys. I must be dead.

I hear an angel singing.

My. Nyuck, nyuck, nyuck. Ain't she pretty?

Boy, you can say that again.

My. Nyuck, nyuck. Ain't she pretty?

Shut up. You said I could!

Shut up. We're on the air.

Mm-mm!

Pfft!

Hiya, boss. I was just starting to put the...

I know. I know.

There's a radiator. And look, there's a piece of pipe.

But the radiator ain't no good

unless it's connected with the pipe.

Not one eenie, itty bitty good.

You jugheads!

Get busy and finish this job!

We ain't got enough stuff.

Well, go get it!

Here's your recording, Miss Andrews. And very nice too.

Thank you.

I'll see that Mrs. Bixby hears this record,

and I hope she'll hire you for her program.

But I still can't understand

why you won't audition for her in person.

Mr. Allen, my name isn't really Andrews, it's Van Doren.

And I know Mrs. Bixby very well.

And so you see, I couldn't possibly audition for her in person, could I?

I don't get it.

Well you see, my father doesn't approve of my being a radio singer,

so I have to do it under an assumed name.

Well, I follow you so far.

Well, if Mrs. Bixby hires me,

my father can't object, because she's an old family friend.

That's simple enough, isn't it?

- Oh, sure. Sure. Simple like radar. - Uh-huh.

I'll do my best to get the job for you, Miss Andrews.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Allen.

Ooh!

- What's the matter? - I'm sorry, Moe. It was an accident.

I know, fellas. Accidents will happen. Sure.

Now, you take this wrench.

I don't want it.

- Ohh! - Ohh!

- I'll murder you. - What's the idea?

- Get out. - Ooh! Ooh!

I'll make powder out of that.

- Let me alone. - Come on.

Larry, what's going on here? Pick up that stuff and get to work!

So help me, this is your last...

Oh!

- Come back here! - No, no. No, wait!

I kill you!

If you hit me with that, I'll...

Ohh!

Ooh!

Ow!

Oh-oh-oh.

Ow! Aah!

Aah! Aah! Aah!

Oww!

Ow! Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho!

Ha-ha. Boy, right on the head.

Oh!

Now, I'm gonna crush you all in little pieces!

You break my glasses! You break my violin!

I'm gonna cut your head off!

Whoo!

You lamebrains. Get me out of here!

Whoo-whoo! Whoo-whoo-whoo whoo!

Ah-ah-ah.

- We eluded him. - Yeah. We got away too.

Quiet.

Oh, a "microphoney."

And a phony at the mike.

- Get over there. - Oh! Mmm!

Mm-mm!

Ho! Ho! Ho!

Quiet, numbskulls. I'm broadcasting.

Use Gritto, radio friends.

The soap that gives your hands that dishpan look.

How will the old man know you've been working...

if your hands don't have that dishpan look, hmm?

Put a box of Gritto in a glass of water,

then listen to it fizz.

Dopes.

Remember, Gritto spelled sideways

is "ottri-guh-guh."

And now Gritto's own story of Sandra Sandpile.

And here's mud in your eye.

Music.

Hark, who is that stepping off the boulevard

down by the chicken house? 'Tis she.

I shall sieze here and tie her to the tracks and she...

Good afternoon, Mrs. Bixby.

Good afternoon. I was to audition a singer.

Will you tell Mr. Allen that I'm here?

He left word for you to go to Studio B,

- and he will join you there. - Very well.

Señorita, you were marvelous.

I enjoyed your singing so much. I'm Mrs. Bixby.

Mr. Allen told me he had a wonderful new personality

for my Krispy Krunchy Program.

- He was so right. - Ahh-ahh.

It's agreed then. You'll work for me.

I have the contracts right here.

Now, just a minute, lady.

I won't haggle. I'll double the amount of money.

Well, I don't know... M-m-money.

-Did you say money? -I remember the stuff.

What do we do? Where do we sign? Give me those contracts.

Señorita Cucaracha, you sign right here.

Oh, I just remembered. I'm having a few guests

in tonight for a musical party.

You must come and sing for them.

Oh, well, now, that's a problem.

I'll pay you $500 if you come.

Five hundred dollars?

Who do we have to murder?

- We'll be there with bells on. - Splendid.

How am I gonna sing at the party?

The same way as you did here.

- Oh, what a marvelous voice. - Thank you.

Not you.

Come on. We gotta go shopping.