Frisbie Proves His Point Frisby Klisby Times Square Murder

house, and it's off again. Mr. Mrs. North are on the scene. Yes, the two two little dubs of crime are on the loops again, with the usual unpredictable results. The whole thing starts when Jerry North promises to meet Frisbee-Tisbee, the mystery light on the street call at Times Square during the rush hour. He

He should have known that anyone with a name like that could only mean trouble, but being happy with me, he and Pam find themselves buckingless times queer crowd as they wait for free speed. Oh, well, stop pushing and shoving.

You can't expect miracles, darling. Only everybody will stand right for they are until everybody up got out of the way. Somehow, I'm afraid that wouldn't work. Took us strangers, walking all over my feet, kicking me in the shins.

What's that got to do with it? Darling, my feet are being squashed through a pulp. I meant the total strangers. Would your feet feel any better if acquaintances were stuck around with you? Well, at least there wouldn't be so many.

There are more people I don't know than I did. Oh, well anyway, it's... Oh, here comes Frisbee. Oh, thank heaven. Now maybe we can get away from here. Hello, Pam! Hello, Jerry! Hey, you're late!

I've been here at time, fully. I should allow myself to be proud of eating by a watch and mere mechanical gadgets. Okay, Frisbee. Anyway, come on, now, let's get out of this crowd. Why what's wrong with the crowd it's too crowded another illusion sheriff What I thought you know loved your fellow man we do but we don't like him walking all over us