001- Letter for Sam Randall

Jerry of the Circus. For Jerry of the Circus. To the platform, that's right.

I make room for the children now, Mr. I'm right into the girl, that's right. Now today we are offering to you lucky citizens of this fair city a genuine treat. The choices fit the entertainment that it has ever been, your good fortune for witness.

And here of Family Left, you see, The greatest collection of free-stem monstrosities ever gathered on the one piece of canvas. And now allow me to present tiny iris. Come up here, I read. There's here 365 pounds of human flesh by the small admission fee of 25 cents, which partly by the dessert for one of Irene's meals.

And now, ladies and gentlemen, in direct contrast, Let me introduce me, Sir Mike, the smallest feature in the world today. A major makes come from the Clagget Giants. Hold on, Mr. Randall. Hello, Haley. Yes, sir.

I repeat the smallest human in the world today. Am I right, Mr. Randall? You're all right, Mr. Haley. There you are, folks. The owner of Randall's greater sector, folks, just for my seemingly unbelievable... Hello, Jim.

Hello, Sir Randall. How's it going? Oh, it'll be a sellout when we get there. It's built in a midway. It'll be a sellout for tonight, too, with this brother. I want to talk about something.

Jason says one of his guns disappeared. Oh, the lion came up. That's bad. It's bad business having a gun around losing a circus line. And I'm not going to put up with it. The first rule I ever made was that only wild animal training could carry guns.

I got to find that missing gun and whoever's got it will hear plenty from me. Does Jason suspect anyone? No, but I do. He and my friends have been pretty friendly lately. Oh, you mean that knife, really?