Leila Hears A Burglar (AFRS)

The Great Gilder Sleeve. A special rebroadcast for all you soldiers, sailors, and marines of the United Nations. Listen to another amazing episode in the life of the Great Gilder Sleeve. Now let's join our friend, the Great Gilder Sleeve, who for once is at a happy evening.

He's at the Summerfield Jolly Boys Club, surrounded by his good pals, Judge Hooker, Floyd Munson the Barber, Chief of Police Gates, and the friendly pharmacist, Mr. Peevey. The sky! Oh, come on, Mr. Beale, please.

I don't know who it is, Floyd, but somebody's singing it wrong. Somebody doesn't sound Irish. You're a little bit of heaven, felled from out the sky one day. Well, you were all right, Floyd, and the chief sounded okay, so it's either Hooker or Peevey.

Peevey, what were you singing there? Your little bit of heaven! Peevey! That's all, that's all. Peevey, you haven't got an Irish bone in your whole body. Well, aren't I? Wouldn't you say that? My grandmother was half Irish.

Well, do the best you can, Pete. Come on, let's sing. Yes, yes, let's go. I've got to get down to headquarters and relieve my death, Sergeant. Well, all right, this will be our last song, huh?

Should a little bit of heaven. Oh! From the shy one day of the mutant. Here's what so far. Hey, lights on all over my house. What the dick?

He's hoping nobody's sick. Who's that out there? It's me, Bertie. Open the door. Will you? Just a minute. For heaven's sake, she's got the chain latch on. Come in quick, Miss Gilsey. Thanks, Bertie. Bertie, what are you doing with that poker?

Oh, OK, I'm so glad you're home. You ought to be in bed, Marjorie. I put this hour every light in the house, Bertie. Don't you know there's a war on? Worse than not, Mr. Gilsey.