Laugh-IThought Id Die

Mystery house. Mystery house. That strange publishing firm owned by Dan and Barbara Glenn, where each new novel is acted out by the Mystery house staff before it has accepted for publication. Mystery house.

Say that's tough, Barbie. Dan having a lot of time this week. Is missing a chance to act in the Swell story at Mystery House tonight? It's a very peculiar story, are you? Good characters, Barbie?

If you're worrying about a good part for your cell fire, you have a huddle. a huddle. Oh listen, Bob, you know I wasn't that. Tom, you told her my soul interest is in the show as a whole. She won't believe me. Well, Art, I think everybody has to have a personal interest in everything they do. You have a personal interest in all your work, do you Tom?

Why, certainly. Now you take this message. Just listen. Okay, places everybody. Set the scene, Tom. Laugh? I thought I'd die. Tonight's story opens in the luxurious but overly ornate dining room of Amos Gatley, a millionaire and an incurable practical joker. Three other people are seated around the table.

I think you'll find this coffee a rare treat, it's my own special blend imported especially from my use. Give everybody a generous cup of cups. Yes, Mr. Katelyn. Drink hearty, friend. You'll never get anything like it.

Is this another of your jokes, Gaddley? What's wrong with the coffee? Wrong. Don't trust me, I Carmen. It's wonderful coffee. Wonderful. No, thank you. And I wouldn't take any either, if I were you, Garnet.

Don't worry, Lance. I won't. Drink up, quality. I'm a man of wins, and I might decide that I don't like one of you, unless you do, as I say. That would be pretty funny. You're always funny, Gaddley.