Uncle Harry's Bones

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Now tonight's story, Uncle Harry's Bones, another adventure of George Valentine. My dear Mr. Valentine, you will please report to me at the St. Uncle Harry is there, Uncle, but he's not.

He's mine and nobody else is. Mr. Valentine, please come quick. My trouble is I don't know if Uncle Harry is Uncle Harry or somebody else's who's not important. I've got to find out. Not don't you think?

Sincerely, Sophie's Daily Defense. Hey, friend. Hey, you. Why'd you trouble? Hello. We're looking for the service place. Oh, down the road, past the hill. You're looking for Doc Sellers, he's just gone into town, I think.

Doc Sellers, who's he? No, at Sophie's turn, but we wanted to see. Oh, Sophie, her. Oh, what's funny? Eh, nothing. Doc's your brother, he's all right. What's the matter with her? Nothing. Okay, thanks. Look out for your phone.

Hold up, hold up. Don't she many strangers round here? What are you from? Looney Ben? Oh, Looney Ben? Sure. And Sophie's all right. What are you driving at, Boston? My name's Dorky. What are you driving at?