"What!" screams Genaro, doin' a few cabaret steps. "You got nothing? Sapristi! What you do—make fun of me? Why you no get those props?"
"Calm yourself!" pipes Harold. "I'll tell all. I forgot the list of articles you gave me and—"
"Aha—he'sa maka me crazee!" yelps Genaro, pullin' a swell clog step. "Take heem away before I keel heem!"
Just then Potts comes by, and we all yell, "Welcome to Film City, Mr. Potts!" Harold hears this and turns pale. He seen we was all watchin' closely for the grand reunion between him and his old college chum Potts. He coughs a couple of times and takes a step forward. That boy was game!
"How do you do, Mr. Potts?" he says. "Did you—er—have a pleasant trip?"
"Yes," answers Potts, lookin' at him kinda puzzled. "What is your name again? I don't seem to recall it!"
And the boss was supposed to be Harold's dear old college chum!
"Why—er—why—ha! ha!" pipes Harold, dyin' game. "That's odd! Surely you recall—eh—Cuthbert, my name is, you must remember—eh—why in New York we—eh—"
He's about eighty feet up in the air and still soaring with the whole bunch watchin' him and enjoyin' the thing out loud. Potts is lookin' him over like he's a strange fish or somethin'.
"I think you're mistaken!" pipes the boss, cuttin' in on Harold, "I never saw you before in my life!"