The First Client

Your neighborhood chevron gas station invites you to... Let George do it! Brought to you by the makers of chevron supreme gasoline and RPM motor oil. Your Valentine has been out of uniform only a few weeks.

Last with an abundance of energy and adventuresome spirit and not too much money. He has sunk his last time in office rent, a few pieces of furniture, and an ad in the classified section of the daily paper.

An ad which reads you have a crime that needs solving you have a dog that needs walking You have a wife that needs spanking let George do it now three days of past and George sitting in his swivel chair With his feet up on the desk is still anxiously waiting for a client suddenly the door burst open

Mr. Valentine yes Mr. George Valentine yes, yes come right in have a seat. Oh here take this one. It's all third. Oh, thank you Oh, don't mention it. Have a cigar? Oh, I'm sorry. You're too young.

Hey, wait a minute here. Have a chocolate bar. What's happened? Oh, thank you. Hey, now then. What can I do for you? Well, I came to work for you. Work? I thought you were a client.

Oh, no, sir. That's all right. I'll get it. Hey, wait a minute. Good morning. Let's your do it. How do you like that? Well, I can make an appointment for you. I'm Mr. Valentine's confidential assistant.

Well, that's nice to know. Well, you're that close. Then come right up, Mr. Winters. Yeah, good-bye, sir. Well, how do you... Now, look here, bottom button. I'm Sonny Brooks. You can call me Sonny. Well, now, look here, Sonny. Who hired you?