Shanghaied

Caught down for Blastoff, X-5, 4, 3, 2, X-1, Fire. From the far horizons of the unknown come transcribed tales of new dimensions in time and space.

These are stories of the future. Adventures in which you'll live in a million could be years on a thousand maybe worlds. The National Broadcasting Company in cooperation with Street and Smith, publishers of astounding science fiction presents.

Shanghai. Okay. Okay. Very funny. Very funny. Hey, get over boy. Tomorrow. Tomorrow the old bulletin? Eh, drink and be merry for tomorrow you commit matter. Come on, oh come on. We came down here to Scholley Square to have a little fun.

We might as well be at my mother's music hall in Beacon Street. All the problems of the rich. Tell me, Jeff, just where does the coffin fortune come from? Pirate treasure? No, no, I guess it started in Antucket.

My great, great something or other used to be a whaler. Oh, whaler, the RC blows! A dead whale or a stove boat. Watch my trusty harpoon. Hey, hey, hey, look out for the port. Oh, my.

Where's the money now? Oh, I don't know. We've got a lot of commercial holdings. Mills, import, export outfits, rocket lines, you know. Trivia. Look, why don't we get out of this dump? We go up to the cobbly plazot, maybe stuffy, but at least the glasses are clean.

Well, you're all the condemned man. All right, you two go ahead and get in the car. I'll settle. All right, me chugging. Right. Excuse me. You want something, bud? Yeah, the check. Okay, okay. Hey, Milton.

Check. It'll be right out. Right, thank you. All right, that's right. Nice night, eh? Oh, yeah, I suppose so. I've been watching you. Celebrating? What sort of? That's all mine. It's got off a deep space run out of St. Taurus.