(xx) It's Algebra Uncle Fletcher

Well sir, it's early evening as we enter the small house halfway up in the next block now. And here in the living room we find Mr. Rushbrook all by himself. The young man is at the telephone, chatting with his close friend Bluetooth Johnson.

Listen. Keep Bluetooth I'd like to but I guess I hadn't better. No, I got a whole slew of algebra problems to work. Yeah, they don't look like they're gonna be very hard but there's eight or nine of them.

Huh? Who are going to the YMCA? Huh? How about Vernon Piggles? Huh? Well he's in the same algebra class I am so most likely he's home working problems too. Yeah. And I learned what I'm saying.

It's just a second Bluetooth. Hi. Oh, uh, my name. Bye. Oh, go play two Bluetooth. Yeah. Well, have a good time watching the Fat Men play in both of them. Sorry I can't go along. You know that. Okay, I see you tomorrow, Bluku. Bye.

Evening, Rush. Evening, Uncle Fletcher. Talking to somebody on the telephone, I expect. Just finished. Ah-ha. Your mother upstairs? No, her and Gub went over to Mr. Miss Timbottom's to play cards. Is that the fact? Yeah. Sounds.

Boy, the well. Overplayed cards at 10 stam bottoms, huh? What did you know about that? They only left about ten minutes ago. Fine. You're a good boy, Rush. Thanks. Does he don't sell it, are you?

Working algebra problem. Oh? It's a darn nuisance. Oh, help you. No. I'll help you buy George. Anything against the rules to let a grown up man give you a hand, is it? No, but I wouldn't think of trouble in your way.