Herb Neufeld and the Chinese Pirate
Herb: V.O: It was on that fateful morning that they first espied trhe land.. yea it had been many such days upon the yellow billows of the China Seas that he had endured this ordeal... Oh, verily and god himself only knew tha full ordeal endured by the fear of this man upon the sloping shoulders of fate itself.. and then..
[breaks off] my god, here I am sitting by the window in the Mantelgasse, home of the Neufeld incorporated Detective agency, Novel writing syndicate and federated advertising agents of Heidelberg when suddenly I espy a strange Chinaman, resplendant in silk pyjamas and square hat, fingering his long moustache... but beneath the shapeless clothes I happen to know there lurks the shapely curves of ... ah, dear viewer, little do you know but that I know this strange piece of flotsam to be the shapely Mariella, who I have been pursuing for days and days.. and to no marked success.. so far anyway ... well, in for a pzennig, in for five marks... [leans out of window] ... Hey You! I mean... ahh! [falls: FX] ......
Mariella: I don't know... suddenly this guy I vaguely know leans out of tg window, screams something like... 'I can't stand it any more' and jumps to the ground...
Policeman: Only it wa only four metres to the ground..
Mariella: darn nearly killed me, actually
Policeman: Suicidal types are pretty peculiar...
Fade to: Hospital FX:
Dr Schmidt: Now now, relax old man
Herb: What happened?
Schmidt: Poor man, tyoical of such cases.. can't rememebr a thing
Herb: Gosh... where am I?
Schmidt: You really should rest
Herb: Who's me?