Drifting Out to Sea.

Paging Himself.

"Der Tag."

Paddling Around.

"Boy, Page the Plunderbund."

The Ambulance.

"Hylan? William Speaking, Now Listen-"

Hep! Hep! Hep!

Sir John of Bushwick Goes to Battle.

Marooned Again.

Fleeing the Storm.

"Where Does That Leave Us?"

Nearing the End.

"Now Go Out and Fight 'Em."

All Dressed Up and Nowhere to Go.

Time to See Where This Money is Going.

Dug out of the Sand.

"I'm Sorry Junior, but Owing to the Truckmen's Strike There is No Spinach."

Can Friendship Go Futher?

"I'm Going to Investigate You."