DAGWOOD: Uh-uh, uh-uh.
Don't touch that dial.
Blondie!
[♪♪♪]
[♪♪♪]
Come on, Mr. Beasley,
today is Saturday, it's safe.
-BEASLEY: Oh, thank you.
-[CHUCKLES]
Mr. Beasley, look out
for that roller skate.
I just can't win around here.
[♪♪♪]
Oh, thank you.
[GRUNTS]
-Yeah.
-I don't know
what's wrong today.
I slip and fall
in five different times.
-Oh, that's too bad.
-I've been bitten by two dogs,
that were close personal friends
of mine.
Hmm.
Package,
came from some
relative in India.
Oh, yeah,
from Uncle Harry. [CHUCKLES]
What's he doing in India?
Well, he doesn't like
the other Bumsteads,
so he tries to stay away
as far as possible from them.
-Oh, he's a smart man.
-[CHUCKLES]
And there's a letter
from him too.
Oh, I wonder what it is.
All I know is
that my trouble started
when I picked up this package.
You better read
the letter first,
-maybe he sent you a live cobra.
-[SCOFFS]
Uncle Harry has
quite a sense of humor.
Well, now, that I've passed
the most dangerous stop
on my rounds, I guess I'm safe.
Good bye now.
Good bye, Mr...
Uh-oh. Come on, Daisy.
[DAISY BARKING]
-BLONDIE: Come on, g*ng.
-[DOGS BARKING]
Mm-hmm.
[CHUCKLES]
[GROWLS]
She always growls when something
comes from one
of your relatives.
-Hmm.
-Of course she wags her tail
when something comes
from my side of the family.
Yeah, that's because they wrap
their packages
in butcher paper,
and she smells the meat.
[CHUCKLES] Dear, Blondie...
-DAGWOOD: Hmm?
-...and you, too, Dagwood.
-Uh.
-I'm sending you a little token
-of my esteem...
-Hmm.
-...for the Bumstead family.
-Hmm.
It's an ancient statue
of Krishni Gumba
the East Indian god of bad luck.
-Yeah?
-Now, isn't that sweet?
Oh. Yeah, they sent us
a god of bad luck. [CHUCKLES]
He hates us.
And there is a curse
on this particular idol.
-[GROANS]
-Bad luck is supposed to fall
on whoever possess
or touches it.
A curse?
Oh, Dagwood, all idols
have curses on them.
Oh. Sorta standard equipment
like windshield wipers, huh?
-Of course.
-Hmm.
You're not
superstitious, are you?
I should say not.
-Hmm.
-No, it's just that
we have enough problems
without trying to import some.
Yeah. [SIGHS]
You know, how things
are always making trouble
for people?
Oh, what do you mean things?
Things can go wrong,
they will go wrong.
And I don't need
any little East Indian idol
-trying to make trouble for us.
-[CHUCKLES]
Although I haven't met you,
Blondie,
I'm sure you're too smart
to believe this
-superstitious nonsense.
-Yeah.
But I wish I could say the same
for Dagwood.
-Yeah.
-Best regards, Uncle Harry.
Yeah. P.S., I am sending
this little idol
from the hospital
where I am now laid up
with a broken leg.
Oh, Dagwood,
it doesn't say that at all.
-Hmm.
-It's not a broken leg...
-Hmm.
-it's a broken arm.
I knew it, I knew it, I knew it.
Now, Dagwood.
Well, let's not be silly
about this,
let's just see
what's in it, huh?
Mm-hmm.
You know, some of these
old things and statues
can be very,
very, very valuable.
[CHUCKLES] Yeah.
Well, let's just sell it.
[CHUCKLES]
I'm not very superstitious
about money.
Oh! [CHUCKLES] Look
at the expression on him.
BLONDIE: I can't say
he looks very friendly.
Look at that sneer. [GRUNTS]
Daisy, meet the new member
of your family.
[BARKS]
Huh! You can't tell me dogs
don't know about things.
Look at Daisy.
Well, naturally, all dogs
are superstitious.
Oh, boy, the things that women
knows that nobody else knows.
Well, I'm not superstitious,
but why take a chance?
[LAUGHS] Oh, Dagwood.
-Yeah.
-[CHUCKLES]
I think I'll put him
on the mantel
-over the fireplace.
-Yeah, wait a minute.
I think you should put him
in the fireplace
under the mantel.
-[GRUNTS]
-[IDOL CLATTERING]
-[THUDDING]
-[GROANS] My favorite toe!
Oh, dear, I'm sorry,
I know it hurts.
[GROANS] Oh, he practically
ruined the little pinky
that went to market.
Thank goodness it isn't broken.
How do you know it isn't broken?
-See, it's fine.
-Yeah...
-I'm talking about my toe.
-Oh.
Hmm. I don't care
if it's related to a Maharaja.
I refuse to have that nasty,
little man in our living room.
-Well, I think he's cute...
-[GRUNTS]
...and I'm gonna put him
in the kitchen.
Yeah.
Blondie, you'll turn all
our milk sour. [GROANS]
[GROANS]
BLONDIE: [CRIES] Dagwood!
Blondie? Blondie, what happened?
-BLONDIE: Oh.
-DAGWOOD: What happened?
-BLONDIE: Oh, oh...
-DAGWOOD: Oh.
-BLONDIE: Oh, no.
-Blondie, are you all right?
-[GROANS]
-Let's get, oh--
I think I left the water running
when I went to the mail
and I slipped and fell
when I came in.
-Oh.
-Oh, my back.
Oh, gee. Oh gee,
I hope you didn't break it.
-I don't think so.
-Oh, it seems fine.
Uh. Maybe it's bent
a little bit. [CHUCKLES]
Dagwood, that isn't funny.
[CHUCKLES] Well, it wasn't funny
with my toe either.
-[GROANS]
-Oh, I'm sorry.
-Are you all right?
-Hmm.
-I think so.
-Mm-hmm.
Listen,
I'm giving you fair warning,
this little monster
is a troublemaker,
and you'd better keep him
out of your kitchen.
Oh, the things that happened
weren't his fault.
-Yeah.
-And I think everything
is gonna be fine
if I keep him right here
in the window.
-What were you saying, Blondie?
-Well... well, I did that,
-it was my fault.
-What now?
Krishni Gumba had nothing
to do with it.
Nothing, huh? Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
And nothing else
is going to happen, Blondie?
Of course, not.
-Well, if you insist.
-I do.
I don't believe
in superstition.
Mm-hmm. Well, uh, would you
believe me if I told you
that your bacon
was on fire? Hmm.
Oh, Dagwood, put it out quick.
Oh, oh, yes. Uh... [GRUNTS]
Oh, not that.
Oh, that was the beans
I was soaking.
Oh, and I just cleaned
the stove. [GROANS]
[GROANS] Well, he's clever
little devil, isn't he?
Well, I'm still
not superstitious,
-but get him out of the house.
-Oh!
-Ow!
-Huh?
[♪♪♪]
Daisy, you've got
a wonderful family.
Don't worry, Blondie,
I'll take him downtown,
-and throw him in the river.
-Don't you fall in the river.
[CHUCKLES]
I know how to take care
of this character now,
I just won't take any chances.
[CHUCKLES] Oh.
[CLEARS THROAT] Cookie,
hows about watering the lawn
for your old pop, huh?
-All right.
-[CHUCKLES]
-Well, so long, g*ng.
-[BARKS]
Scram.
-[DAISY BARKS]
-[DAGWOOD CHUCKLING]
Well, goodbye, Cookie.
[CHUCKLES] Whoop!
-Daddy!
-What? Yeah?
Oh...
Why do you have
to hate everybody, huh?
[♪♪♪]
-[PANTS]
-Well, Mr. Bumstead.
[PANTS] If anybody comes in here
looking for anybody,
tell them
you haven't seen anybody.
Did a funny face man
carrying a funny face
little statue come in here?
-RECEPTIONIST: No.
-Oh, when I find him,
I'm gonna tear him to shreds
even if it costs me my badge.
-Mr. Bumstead.
-Huh?
What have you done?
Hey, nothing, but everybody
blamed it on me.
Eh... The bus had a flat tire,
and a lady who was on her way
to the hospital
was visited by a stork
in the backseat,
and then things
really started to go wrong.
Yeah.
Oh, is Mr. Dithers still here?
Yes, and he's
in a wonderful mood.
Uh. Oh. [CHUCKLES] I've
never seen him that way,
I think I'll have a look.
-Oh!
-Uh.
My, what a cute, little man.
Oh, you shouldn't have
done that.
-He's a god of bad luck.
-[TELEPHONE RINGING]
Mm-hmm.
[GROANS] Oh! Mr. Bumstead,
look what you've done!
No, don't look.
[TELEPHONE RINGING]
-RECEPTIONIST: Oh.
-MR. DITHERS: Come in.
Oh...
Huh?
-Huh?
-[GRUNTS]
-Oh, hi, Mr. Dithers.
-Good morning, Dagwood.
You going someplace?
[CHUCKLES]
-No, just reducing.
-Oh. [CHUCKLES]
Well... [CHUCKLES]
...there we are, huh?
-Oh.
-MR. DITHERS: Give me
-a little hand. That's it.
-[CHUCKLES]
-Well...
-Hmm?
...some member
of the Bumstead family,
-but which one?
-Yeah. Hmm.
Hey, quite a resemblance to you.
Mm-hmm.
No, I was kind of thinking
it was a resemblance of you.
[BOTH LAUGH]
Oh, you can't annoy me today,
Dagwood.
-I'm a happy man.
-[CHUCKLES]
Mr. McWilliams called
about a half hour ago...
-Hmm.
-...and said he was going
to sign the contract
for that 31-unit
apartment building.
Oh, that's good news,
congratulations, J.C.
-Thank you.
-[CHUCKLES]
-Hey.
-Huh? Oh.
-You know, this is...
-Oh...
...a very old thing.
-Uh. Yeah.
-Yeah.
-It's quite a collector's item.
-Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
That's what my uncle said,
he sent it to me from India.
-Oh.
-Uh.
And very lovely
in a repulsive sort of way.
-Yeah.
-You know,
I have a small collection
of East Indian idols.
This would make a fine
addition to it.
Y... you really
wouldn't want him, Mr. Dithers.
Oh, but I would.
Oh, no, it's a bad luck idol.
I... I couldn't give him to you.
Oh, go ahead, force yourself.
Hmm. Well, you sure,
you're not superstitious?
Well, only about walking
under a ladder,
if you're on top of it
with a brick in your hand.
Oh, come on, Bummy.
Well, I've gotta admit no one
deserves it more than you.
Thank you.
But there's a curse on it.
Oh, Bumstead,
this is the 20th century,
who believes in witchcraft
and silly superstition?
Okay, you asked for it.
-It's yours.
-Thank you.
-[DAGWOOD CHUCKLING]
-Hey, what... [GROANS]
[GROANS]
Here.
Let me help you up, Mr. Dithers.
-[DAGWOOD GRUNTS]
-[GROANS] What are you doing?
Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Dithers.
-[GRUNTS]
-Well...
-[GRUNTS]
-Thank you, I... I suppose.
-Bumstead, did you shove me?
-Uh. No, the idol did it.
Oh, just an accident
I guess, huh?
Hmm. I don't know.
-My watch.
-Huh?
Oh.
-Oh.
-It's ruined.
Oh. [CHUCKLES]
In... in recognition
of his outstanding ability
and brilliant achievement
presented by J.C. Dithers
from J.C. Dithers.
-Oh, hand it back.
-Eh. Oh, what did you do?
Give yourself a testimonial
banquet, Mr. Dithers?
-Never mind.
-[TELEPHONE RINGING]
J.C. Dithers.
Oh, hello, Mr. McWilliams.
I was just telling
my assistant that...
But Mr. McWilliams...
Yes, but...
Yes, certainly.
Of course.
Goodbye.
McWilliams cancelled the deal.
See, that's too bad,
Mr. Dithers.
-Of all the luck, I...
-Hmm.
-Huh?
-Oh, no, it couldn't be.
Well, I guess
I'll be running along.
Goodbye, Mr. Dithers.
[CHUCKLES]
Happy landing. [GASPS] Oops!
-Oh, Mr. Dithers.
-Yes.
-I tore my skirt and I was...
-[GRUNTS]
I suppose you're taking
private tango lesson
-without music.
-Uh. Oh, hello, Mrs. Caster.
I was looking for Mrs. Dithers,
but quite obviously,
she isn't here. Poor Cora.
You at your age too.
That woman is
the worst gossip in town.
You may not be working
here Monday.
Well, you wouldn't fire me,
Mr. Dithers.
Have you seen a funny
looking man around here?
-I have indeed.
-MR. DITHERS: Let me explain.
-[MRS. CASTER SCREAMS]
-Mrs. Caster, wait a minute. I--
-Now I've got ya!
-Let go of me.
You were the man
who ran out into the street
with a woman's hat.
Stalling up traffic
with two blocks
in every direction.
You've changed your looks
a little,
but I knew you came in here.
-No, you've got the wrong man.
-Huh?
Maybe, I have got the wrong man,
maybe he got away.
What do you think I am?
A cocktail shaker? Cut it out!
-Oh, I'm sorry, my apology.
-Oh.
Oh, uh... Well, it's good
that you're not the right man.
Yeah, it's tough enough
being the wrong man.
[DOOR CLOSING]
What in the world are you doing?
-I didn't do it, he did.
-No.
Oh, Mr. Dithers,
you're not really
going to fire me, are you?
I didn't say I'd fire you,
I said my wife would.
That Mrs. Caster
is a certified public gossip,
and around here gossip
travels at the speed of light.
And as soon as Cora finds out
that you and I...
I know how to keep Cora
from causing trouble.
Yes. But what would you do
with the body?
Oh, no, no, no, not that.
I... I love my wife,
I don't know why, but I do.
Oh, what will you do?
Oh, I know
it's an awful dirty trick,
but I'll do it just the same.
I'll take this home,
and give it to Cora.
And if she gets the bad luck,
then she may never hear
the gossip.
Yeah, that's it,
I'll make Cora a present
of the Hindu hoodoo. [CHUCKLES]
[♪♪♪♪]
-[♪♪♪]
-[COOKIE CRYING]
Wh... what's the matter?
Well, to begin with, everything.
[BOTH CRY]
That's a nice start.
I had the car parked outside
the women's club,
and somebody put a lot
of nasty looking wrinkles
in the front fender.
[BOTH CRY]
Some woman driver
I suppose. Mm-hmm.
And then on my way home,
I ran out of gas three times.
Uh. How is that possible?
[SOBS] Well, there was a leak
in the gas t*nk.
-Oh.
-[CRIES]
[BOTH CRY]
And then
I knocked down a traffic sign.
Uh .What kind of a traffic sign?
It said,
"Please drive carefully".
[BOTH CRY]
-I can't believe it.
-If you don't believe it,
I'll show you the ticket
I got for it.
Huh? Oh, no.
Oh, y... you must still have
some of that idol's bad luck
sticking on you, huh?
Maybe it will go away
if you take a bath, huh?
-[CHUCKLES]
-[CRIES]
[BOTH CRY]
All right. All right.
It's all right now.
Look, forget about it.
Now what happened at the...
at the women's club?
Well, we had sort of a grab bag.
-Mm -hmm.
-And each one of us
wrapped up something
we didn't want.
-Uh-huh.
-And then we drew a package.
-Oh.
-But we're not supposed to look
until we get home. [SNIFFLES]
What did you get, Mommy?
Well, I drew this package
that Mrs. Dithers sent.
-Hers are always the best.
-Oh, was Cora there?
No, she couldn't come.
Late this afternoon, she slipped
on a grapefruit rind.
Eh. Oh.
Let's see what's in the package.
-Gee, it feels...
-[CHUCKLES]
...like ten pounds of potatoes.
-Here, let me help you, honey.
-All right. [CHUCKLES]
Holy smoke, that little man
is back again.
Oh, Cookie, get him
out of here, quick.
Why? I think he's kinda cute.
Yeah.
So are little baby rattlesnake.
Look, Cookie, this idol
has a curse on it. See.
-And, uh...
-Oh, Dagwood,
it's embarrassing enough to have
two superstitious people
in that family
without adding anymore.
Um. Well, we'll just say
it's unsanitary. [CHUCKLES]
I could give him a bubble bath.
Yeah, if you do that,
then he'd figure out
a way to ruin our plumbing.
Now, we'd better get him
out of here, Cookie. Mm-hmm.
Sometimes
I don't understand grownups.
[GRUNTS] Cookie, be careful.
Well, looks like a little idol.
What are you gonna do with it?
I'm going to throw it away.
Daddy gave it to me.
Huh? Must be
Oh, yes, it's very unsanitary.
[GRUNTS] I'll give you a nice,
shiny 50 cent piece for it.
Uh. Well, I don't know.
Hmm? Well, uh,
what's money between friends?
-I'll make it a dollar, Cookie.
-Oh, I'll go ask Daddy.
-Oh. [CHUCKLES]
-[CHUCKLES]
We don't need a middleman
in our business deals.
-Two dollars?
-Well, I don't know.
Okay, hows about five dollars?
All right, but I don't know
why I shouldn't just
give it to you.
Of course, we know
that Krishni Gumba,
or whatever his name is,
couldn't be responsible
for everything that's happened.
It... it's not possible,
it's unscientific,
it... it doesn't make sense.
I don't believe it,
but I still think he did it.
-[DOOR CLOSING]
-Yeah-- Huh? Blondie.
Wh...
what's the matter, Alexander?
-Uh.
-Do you have a temperature?
Hey, he looks
a little sick at that.
No, I'm all right.
You know, Vicky that new girl
I pointed out to you last week?
Oh, the tall brunette
with a ponytail?
-You remember, Dagwood?
-[CHUCKLES]
Yeah. The one you say hi to,
and she says,
"I don't believe we've met."
Yeah, I remember.
Yeah, that's the one.
Boy, what a girl.
Well... [CHUCKLES]
...is that all or is there more?
Huh? Oh, sure.
Anyway. I've been trying to get
a date with her for months.
-And then today...
-What happened?
She spoke to me.
Oh... [CHUCKLES]
...well, it's always nice
when people speak
to other people. [CHUCKLES]
What did she say,
"Get lost"? [CHUCKLES]
No. She said...
-"Hello, Alexander."
-He's in love again.
Go away, little one.
You better be nice to me,
or I won't introduce you
to any cute girls
when I get older.
Anyhow.
I asked her
if I could call her for a date.
She said, "Why, of course."
-How about that?
-[CHUCKLES]
Why that's wonderful, Alexander.
Good work, Alexander.
[CHUCKLES]
I remember when I was 15,
this beautiful brunette
named Viola.
-A... a brunette?
-Yeah.
Yeah. Oh, well, I guess
it wasn't very important.
Besides, uh, she ended up
being a red head. [CHUCKLES]
So why talk about it, huh?
[CHUCKLES]
I'm gonna get the money
I saved up.
Then I'm gonna
give her a jingle.
Oh.
Who knows, this might even be
the beginning
of a beautiful romance.
-[CHUCKLES]
-I might even marry her.
Eh. Huh? A...
Alexander,
don't propose on the first date.
Oh. Good thing
we got rid of that idol,
-he might elope tonight.
-Now, that's just nonsense.
Hmm. Yeah, but that's
the kind of nonsense
that's been going on
around here.
HARRIET: Blondie.
-Blondie.
-Harriet.
Oh, no, no, not that again.
Is this supposed to be bad luck?
Oh, yes, but Harriet,
what happened?
Well, Herbert had nothing,
but bad luck
since he brought this
into the house.
-Oh.
-Yeah, but what happened to you?
-Oh, I haven't had any.
-I just fell in the lily pond
that Herb's been digging
in the backyard.
-Oh.
-Now,
what did I come over here for?
Cookie, I thought I told you
to get rid of this.
I did. I sold it to Mr. Woodley.
-It's all yours, Harriet.
-Oh, I remember.
Herb's in terrible trouble.
Uh. That figures. Mm-hmm.
Do you know
that wrought iron railing
-in our dining room?
-Uh-huh?
Well, he stumbled
when he came in with this...
-Uh.
-...and caught his head
between the bars
and he can't get it out.
Oh, no.
HERB: Harriet!
[GROANS]
-Harriet!
-It's Herb.
-Hey.
-Oh, Herb, does it hurt?
-Oh, my.
-Help me, will you?
-Be careful.
-Wait just a minute.
-Be careful.
-How did you get out?
-I ripped it loose.
-Oh.
Get me out of this, Dagwood.
-Yeah. Let's see.
-Come on.
Cookie, run get me a hacksaw.
Are you gonna hack his head off
with the saw?
[CHUCKLES]
That's the easiest way.
-Oh.
-Oh. Wait a minute.
I.. I think
we can pull it off of him.
Well, now be careful, will you?
-Yeah, go ahead now.
-Yeah.
-Go ahead.
-Wait, no, hang on.
Wait a minute.
Blondie, that's my neck.
Blondie, be careful.
He's the only husband I got.
I don't wanna start breaking
in a new one, right?
Oh, thank you, Harriet.
-Right over here.
-Oh, careful, Dagwood.
-Careful.
-Oh.
Mr. Woodley looks like
he's in jail.
Why didn't you tell me
that little idol was bad luck?
-I did.
-Yeah,
-I should have listened to you.
-A deal is a deal.
-[GRUNTS]
-Okay. Now, kneel down.
Look out now. Wait a minute.
Now, wait a minute.
I'll show you.
-[CHUCKLES] Here we go.
-No. [GROANS]
-Dagwood.
-Get off my ears.
-Oh!
-Yeah. [EXHALES]
Well, I guess, we'll just
have to saw the old head off.
-Oh, very funny.
-[CHUCKLES]
-I have a wonderful idea.
-What?
Well, I'll go home
and get my camera,
and we'll take some
funny pictures of Herb
and sell 'em to the paper.
HERB: Don't you dare.
-Wait... wait a minute.
-Come on,
-get me out of this.
-All right.
Hi, Ma. Oh, hi, Mr. Woodley,
new trick.
[GRUNTS]
Mom, what did you do
to my dirty old pants
-with a hole in the seat.
-I put them in the incinerator.
They're just too awful
to ever wear again.
Oh, no. I had four dollars
stashed away
-in the watch pocket.
-Oh, I'm sorry, dear.
Oh. And I thought this
is gonna be my lucky day.
-[HERB GROANS]
-Alexander
will you put this down, please?
Yeah.
W... wait a minute, Herb,
I got it all figured out.
We'll pull the bars apart
with our hands,
then I'll push your head through
with my head.
-Can you do it?
-I'll try.
-Okay.
-Here we go.
Oh, yeah.
Uh... Ready?
Look out for my ears.
Don't let it snap
on my ears now.
HERB: Push.
[BOTH GRUNT]
-[LAUGHS]
-[EXHALES]
DAGWOOD: Hey, wait a minute,
what about me?
When you get through
playing with that thing,
bring it over to the house,
and don't break it, Dagwood.
-[DAGWOOD GROANS]
-Come on, Harriet,
you need a bath.
[DAGWOOD GROANS]
Herb!
Oh. Now...
now, what am I gonna do?
-[DOOR CLOSING]
-Well, I guess we'll just have
-to saw off the old head.
-Oh.
Here, I'll show you
how to do it.
-Huh?
-Kneed down.
-Yeah.
-Easy does it now.
-[GROANS]
-Here we go. Uh. Hold up.
[GRUNTS]
[BLONDIE CHUCKLES]
Oh, how can anything
more possibly happen.
-Where is that little idol?
-[EXHALES] Huh?
Vicky,
this is Alexander Bumstead.
You remember me,
you know, "Alexander the Great."
Yeah, but, Vicky...
Vicky?
-She hates me.
-Hmm.
Well... [CHUCKLES]
...then you still got a chance,
huh? [CHUCKLES]
The way I feel,
I may not live that long.
Hmm. Oh, well,
it's just more bad luck.
Listen, you, I'm gonna put you
in solitary confinement.
I'm giving you
to the city museum.
[TELEPHONE RINGING]
-Hello?
-[DOOR CLOSING]
Oh, hello, Vicky.
What happened?
You hang up before you were
threw brushing me off?
No kidding.
How about that?
Yeah, I wanna take you
to the movies tonight.
Swell. Great.
See you after dinner.
Hey, that wasn't Vicky I talked
the first time at all.
Who was it?
She got a sister with some
gruesome sense of humor.
Well, I guess our luck
has changed.
[KISSES]
-[CHUCKLES]
-What's so funny, dear?
Well, I took
the little troublemaker
-to the museum.
-[CHUCKLES]
Everything's been wonderful
since he left.
Mm-hmm. Yeah, you know, Blondie,
I don't believe
that he was really
a god of bad luck
with a curse on him.
I know. I think Uncle Harry
just made all that up,
-so it would sound interesting.
-Yeah.
All the bad luck was just
a series of coincidences.
-Uh-huh.
-We expected things to happen,
and naturally when they did,
we blamed it on the idol.
-That's it exactly.
-Hey, Mom, look,
part of my pants
were still in the incinerator,
but the money didn't burn.
Oh, that's wonderful,
Alexander
Oh, it's gonna be
a big night tonight.
[BOTH CHUCKLE]
Hey, what did the museum man
say about...
-[GROANS]
-...Krishni Gumba?
Hmm. Oh. [CHUCKLES] Well, that's
what I was laughing about.
He took it all right,
but he said it was just a fake
that the natives sell
to the tourists. [CHUCKLES]
And it wasn't really
an idol at all.
How did he know?
Well, because on the bottom
it said, uh, "Made in Japan."
[BOTH LAUGH]
[♪♪♪]
-Hello, hello, Dagwood.
-Hi, Mr. Dithers.
Oh, hello, Blondie.
Say, where's that horrible idol
with a curse on it?
Uh. Well, it's gone.
I gave it away.
Oh, Dagwood, we could have
made a fortune with it.
-Yeah?
-Well, how, Mr. Dithers?
I just got the idea
short time ago.
We could send it
to our competitors, why...
Why they'd be bankrupt
in a month.
[SIREN WAILING]
You know, that's the third
fire truck I've heard go by.
Uh. Never mind that now.
Uh. Where's the idol?
Well, it's too late.
I gave it to the museum.
-Oh, no.
-Oh, yes.
Well, Mr. Dithers,
it wasn't really unlucky,
it was just a fake.
-Yeah?
-Mm-hmm.
Well, where do you think
those fire trucks were going?
The museum just b*rned down.
[♪♪♪]