Racket on the River

With his faithful valet Cato, Britt Reid daring young publishers, matches wit for the underworld, risking his life that criminals and racketeers within the law may feel its weight by the sting of the green hornet.

Ride with Britt Reid as he races toward another thrilling adventure. The green hornet strikes again. Hurry, Cattle! Here's where we smash into a section, racket! It's right boys, what's up boys, you're tired to go.

I think we'll eat another five teeth. One will be in the fudge, yes sir. Hey, on fire, everything at one end, you'll think right here. Hey, keep ready. Yes. I'm always in the techno teeth.

What's going on? Yeah, Parge has loaded with gambling apparatus. Big Jeff and recent grade. All of it will be dumped into the bay. All of it? Every single gambling device. New Chief of Police, I can safely say the city is completely free of organized gambling.

How's like a speech coming on? Oh no, nothing like that. Yes, fair it. See, how about a picture, you see? The truth. Yes, stock shot, number 99. You know, people, police, mices, gambling machines. It's good every time the warehouse gets loaded with gambling devices and they have to be dumped in the bay.

Where do you get the potato? I'm in the head of your teeth. There he is. Hey, Moran. Yeah, Larry. How about one of those flat machines in the next? The teeth just going to pose as a racket, but...

Okay. You do some very good lines, no? Well, frankly, you're ready. You're not my first choice, but keep a police. Is that your opinion or the opinion of the fact you were for? Oh, threader, oh!