The Little Man Who Was Everywhere

Here to California, on behalf of independent chefron gas stations and standard stations throughout the West, in my queue to let George do it. The little man who was everywhere. Another adventure of George Valentine. The personal notice changes my stock and trade.

If you can't handle it alone without getting hurt, you got a job for me, George Valentine. Right, full details. Dear Mr. Valentine, a man is trying to drive me mad. And it's very annoying. He's a little man with big glasses.

I see him everywhere I go. What would you do if you kept seeing the same little man staring at you sending the threatening notes? He has no right to do this to me, it's most inconsiderate.

You will do something about him. Lady, your call. The head side is in your car. Hey, George. Big glasses. I guess he really does exist to be right threatening notes. Okay, Angel, I'm intrigued.

Let's go and see about this little man who is or isn't there. I'm the executor of the connuke of her state. That was Vivian's father. And it's probably a good idea that I'm here. What do you mean, Mr. Wilson?

Oh, just to make sure you understand what Vivian says. Oh, what's the matter, doesn't she speaking? That's just it. Decidedly. She over speaks it. Her father used to say Vivian has a grasshopper mind. The way she jumps.

Not up yet. It's about the only time I feel her face. Her old Vivian... What? Oh, oh, I didn't know you brought company with your data. I need to drive me out of my mind.

Harry, stand here. You mean you know who this man is? Oh, yes. Yes, Vegas. Show me to that and to hand those notes. They used to come every day. Just a few words. Squibble gone.