The Egg Baron

Our of smiles in town hall tonight, folks. 60 minutes of fun and music brought to you by Ipanatou's face in Salah Paddaca. I pan up for the smile of beauty, Salah Paddaca for the smile of hell.

Fun with our star comedian Fred Allen, music by Peter van Seton, and another gala amateur contest. New music, new voices, new laughs, it's town hall tonight! That proud cheer, Fred Allen, as he heads the fray down the main street towards the old town hall.

Fred's leading the band with the bread stick, followed by those crumbs of the drama. I'm a... the mighty Al-Anaite player. Let's sign the merry crowd. Everybody's going to the Old Town Hall. Everybody's going to the Old Town Hall.

Everybody's going to the Old Town Hall. Here they come. Statesmen. You agree with a court decision on job insurance senators? The only insurance I have ever is financial insurance. Senator, it's Town Hall tonight. Hey, that's Christian.

I only got one skills, lady. I can plug into radio all your lives. And by all means, plug in my radio, Ninnie. It's Town Hall tonight. Oh, why? You're tuckies bun in the oven, Clara. What do I do?

It'll have to burn July through with the radio, so see it! Town hall tonight! Now, I see Fred stops in front of the old town hall. He's welcoming the crowd as it bores inside with drive and jet.

Let's listen. The bells in the lighthouse ring King Kong, folks. And this monkey business is put at the old town hall, too. Now, don't cry out there, please. Hi, Pnebep. Hello there, pal. I'm leaving this area.

Hi there, Mrs. Dolt. You've got your opera glasses, I see. Yep. I looked through the wrong end to get the actors further away. That's what they all say, folks. Fast right in, but hurry, hurry, hurry.