Drifting Out to Sea.

Paging Himself.

"Der Tag."

"Boy, Page the Plunderbund."

Paddling Around.

The Ambulance.

"Hylan? William Speaking, Now Listen-"

Hep! Hep! Hep!

Sir John of Bushwick Goes to Battle.

Marooned Again.

"Where Does That Leave Us?"

Nearing the End.

Fleeing the Storm.

All Dressed Up and Nowhere to Go.

"Now Go Out and Fight 'Em."

Time to See Where This Money is Going.

Dug out of the Sand.

Not Out of His Basket!

"I'm Going to Investigate You."

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