The Discovery of Ponce, the Lion (HSG)

Personal notice, dangerous my stockin' trade. If the job's too tough for you to handle, you got a job for me, George Valentine. Write full details. If you remember your history of early America, the name Ponce de Leon should strike an old chord. He was the rascal who went looking for the fountain of youth somewhere in Florida.

But all he could find was orange juice, which may have helped, but not enough. All of which adds up to really nothing except that the heavy in our let George do an adventure is a character named Ponce the Lion.

And from my vantage point, he seems to be quite a character. But suppose I let Buster here tell you all about old Ponce. Dear Mr. Valentine, I believe that Honolulu has been called the melting pot of the Pacific, while our little town of Baja Junction could very likely be the boiling pot.

But the weather can prevent our maintaining a pleasant, peaceful, forward-looking town. That is, for the past two years. Tomorrow, it will all change. Tomorrow our town will boil in quite a different way, unless someone like yourself can stop it.

I was given your name by failed Minahan who lives here. But please report direct to me just as soon as you can. You see, Bahad Junction is about to receive back its most disturbing citizen, a man named Ponce the lion. Since he's a JH Franko Director of the Baja Junction Trade Relations Club.

From jail? Jail. Exactly Miss Brooks Jail. You know that's where criminals are occasionally said. You mind if we sit down Mr Franko? Oh excuse me of course you had a tiring trip. Oh it wasn't too bad but the key was...