The Great Swimming Pool Mystery

An hour of smiles in Town Hall tonight, folks. 60 minutes of fun and music brought to you by our pan of the telescope, followed by those fallen stars to the stage.

My dear, the people of our players. Let's join the happy throne. Folks, everybody's going. Here they come. Cloud. It's your own people's audience in the boat tonight. And oh, you're fired. Don't worry, boss. I got a midget radio on my best in it.

How old tonight? That lady. How do you manage to say so stout, Joey Irene? I'm not some ghost cat at my radio. When she's Mr. Dingling, it's townhouse town. Human cabin ball. Before we shoot you out of the cannon, whizzo.

If I miss the net, take me to a hospital with a radio. It's Town Hall, tonight! Here we are in front of the Old Town Hall, and there's Fred loading a hot water bottle in case folks get cold feet about going inside.

Let's listen. Jack Bean, info. Jack, be quick. You better step on a jack, or you'll be late for services at the Old Town Hall. Now don't stampede their neighbors. Even kneeling off. I, there, Mrs. Klod. I, there, Brother Scale. How are things down at your face market?

I'm selling plenty of Finn, but no Harry! Well, that's life to a fish all Finn and no Harry. Folks, with a hey-nanny-nanny and I may get funny on the inside. On the inside, so hurry, hurry, hurry.

I'm Peter's waiting for it. But not for long, Harry. He's opening the show with who knows. I do, Fred. Let her go, Peter! We're gonna miss the beat of the scars of our but one night fall in the open.