Drifting Out to Sea.
Paging Himself.
"Der Tag."
"Boy, Page the Plunderbund."
Paddling Around.
Hep! Hep! Hep!
"Hylan? William Speaking, Now Listen-"
The Ambulance.
Sir John of Bushwick Goes to Battle.
Marooned Again.
"Where Does That Leave Us?"
Nearing the End.
Fleeing the Storm.
Time to See Where This Money is Going.
All Dressed Up and Nowhere to Go.
"Now Go Out and Fight 'Em."
"I'm Sorry Junior, but Owing to the Truckmen's Strike There is No Spinach."
"I'm Going to Investigate You."
Try to Run Him Out, Mayor Hague!
Trying to Put out the Light.