Forgets Camera On Train

Proka! Most of us have said, home is the hunter home from the hills.

Only these hunters weren't hunting, they were fishing. And they weren't in the hills, they were sitting in a rowboat. Anyway, they're home. Yes, activity has returned to 79 West Provista in the well-rounded forms of Bibber McGee and Molly!

My goodness, McGee, am I glad to be home. Me too. Well, you unpack while I take all the films down from drugstore. I think these are going to be the best snapshots I ever took, Molly.

You ever took? Yeah. You made me take all of them. Oh, Molly. Now listen, if there's a picture of me in that lot, it's because I was reflected in your wet bathing suit. Gee whiz, Molly, you know I'm no good with the camera.

You're no good behind it, but oh, brother, you're a regular glamor boy in front of us. Am I really? You ain't just saying that because you admire me. Look, sweet, I'm a busy woman. Now go away, get out of my hair.

What there is left of it after 13 weeks away from a beauty parlor. Okay, I'll run along. Hey, did you take that last roll out of the camera? No, I didn't have the camera. You were carrying it.

I was? Well, I laid it on that little shelf over the seat one. Oh my gosh. What? I left the dog-gone camera on the train. Oh, fine. Oh. You know, you're a lot of fun to travel with, dear.

Yeah, but no, you know. I never know what you're going to do next. And a good thing too, if I knew I'd never leave the house. Yeah, but what am I going to do about the camera?