The Smuggler Signs His Name

The Green Hornet. He hunts the biggest of all game. Public enemies that even the G-Men cannot reach. The Green Hornet. With his faithful valid Cato, Brit read daring young publisher matches Wits with the underworld, risking his life, the criminals and racketeers within the law, may feel its weight by the sting of the Green Hornet.

Ride with Brit read as he races toward another thrilling adventure. The Green Hornet strikes again. We're in 10, or here's where we smash a smuggling racket. This is the customs office right here, expert. Garly, it's a big place, don't it?

What's all this courtyard for? The whole parade or something? Don't you know what a customs office is? What's he trying to do? Make me have to be ignorant with you, that's not necessary. I can see the proof right before my eye.

Hey, but did you take it to Vietnam to know? The police department would give you an argument on that. The customs office is where... It's where, um, with Golly, it's where the customs inspector is hanging out.

Surprise! You don't know something. I just, that is the answer, I... Holy cow, you mean I hit you right? Ha ha ha, but you're the bull's eye. The customs officers were people coming into the country and make their declarations.

Declarations of independence? No, you've sapped. Declarations of the stuff they're bringing into the country. Now look, see that guy with a cap ahead of us? Yeah? Standing next to the truck. Is he a customs officer?

Yep. The guy who is giving him some kind of argument, huh? It looks that way. Snag, Lowrie. Look at that trunk. It's fell off the trunk and got hot smashed open. Hey, maybe there is some news here.