New Neighbors

Well, well, well, here's Mama Bloom's brood. It is evening. Mama is waiting for Papa to come home from his office at the Excello Pictures Corporation,

and while she's waiting, she's watching, watching some very interesting activities going on next door. Mama! Becky! Becky, I'm home! Yeah, Jackie, I hear you, I'm a thief. Hey, Mama! Mama! And those fellas in cooking. Are they going up for supper?

I ain't spotted anything cooking yet, Jack. You ain't started anything. I'm going to have to five o'clock. It's time for supper. You ain't vashtieth, Papa. You can't eat when your hands are looking like you're busing in cold for a living.

It won't take me five minutes to watch. Hey, Mama, what are you looking at? What's going on out there? Poppock-viet. I'm vouching to new neighbors who are moving in. You're watching the new neighbors when I'm starving to that?

Five more minutes won't make you a skeleton, Jake. Come on, over, Becky. Move right in. Let me see. Yeah, yeah. Look, they got nice furniture, Jake. Yeah, but I can't eat the new neighbors' nice furniture.

In a little while, I'll fix supper. I will just have to warm the things they already cook. No, I'm thank you. All right. What's that thing going on? There. Oh, that. It's a sofa pappa.

Don't look comfortable. It ain't supposed to be comfortable, Jake. It's a modern piece of furniture. What kind of people would have furniture that you ain't supposed to sit on to become comfortable? Fancy people. Mmm.

They got a big red gel too. Yeah. I bet it's one of those loud ones that keep people of acut nice. Yeah. Like the minnow beach has had New York. Yeah. Until 3 o'clock in the morning come on time.