Sam : Hello, Bo.
Tom : Well, if it isn't Sam Hardcider, the Yesterday USA janitor.
Sam : Put a lid on it, Bo. I don't like people to know I'm the janitor.
Tom : Is that why you wear the tuxedo?
Sam : It makes me look important.
Tom : But the mop and bucket are a dead giveaway.
Sam : Bill don't give nothin' away, Bo. I hadda pay for them.
Tom : Bill hired you as janitor and then made you pay for your own mop and bucket?
Sam : Not exactly, Bo.
Tom : What do you mean, 'not exactly'?
Sam : Bill didn't exactly hire me.
Tom : Well, you're certainly not working for free.
Sam : No, Bo. I have to pay Bill five dollars a week.
Tom : I don't understand. You pay Bill to let you mop the floors plus you have to pay for your own mop and bucket... why don't you just leave?
Sam : What, and give up radio? How much do you pay Bill?
Tom : Never mind Sam. Was there anything else on your mind?
Sam : Did ya hear about Muggins?
Tom : I prefer not to hear about Muggins.
Sam : Then ya don't know he's in jail?
Tom : (Laughing) Muggins in jail. (Solemnly) (Clear throat) Muggins in jail!
Sam : Yup. They caught him shoplifing at the bakery.
Tom : I just can't imagine that Muggins would take anything that wasn't his.
Sam : Oh, no. Well I heerd he wanted some 'hot biscuits'. See ya, Bo.
Tom : Hello Muggins. I thought you were in jail.
Muggins: Not me, boy. What would I be doing in the cooler?
Tom : Cooling your hot biscuits?
Muggins: Let's change the subject. How are things in Kookamonga?
Tom : I wouldn't have the faintest idea. Why?
Muggins: Well, I just happen to have a letter from my Uncle Charlie.
Tom : Is your Uncle Charlie from Kookamonga?
Tom : Your Uncle Charlie!
Muggins: Oh, do you know Uncle Charlie?
Tom : No. You just said you had a letter from him.
Muggins: Who told you about my letter?
Tom : Uncle Charlie.
Muggins: Now how would Uncle Charlie know that I had a letter?
Tom : He sent it to you.
Tom : Your Uncle Charlie sent you a letter!
Muggins; He did! Now wasn't that thoughtful of him. I better go see if it's in the mailbox.
Tom : It's in your hand.
Muggins: Oh, yur. Now isn't that something. I wonder why I have a mailbox in my hand.
Tom : Why don't you look inside?
EFFECTS: (Mailbox opens)
Muggins: Well, look at that! A letter from my Uncle Charlie. I better go thank him.
Tom : While Muggins goes to thank Uncle Charlie, let's listen to Peter Sellers.
Hot Rod: Hello Mr. Tom.
Tom : Oh, hello Hot Rod. What's that in your hand? A letter from YOUR Uncle Charlie?
Hot Rod: No Silly. It's a mailbox. Mr. muggins sold it to me.
Tom : He sold it to you!
Hot Rod: Yeah. Oh, look! There's something inside. It's a letter fwom Uncle Charlie.
Tom : I didn't know you had an Uncle Charlie.
Hot Rod: I didn't know either. But I must. Here's a letter from him.
Tom : Are you sure that letter isn't from Muggins' Uncle Charlie?
Hot Rod: Don't be silly. Why would muggins' Uncle Charlie be writing to me. He doesn't even know me.
Tom : I never thought of that.
Hot Rod: That's because you're not as smart as I is.
Tom : Well, is you going to read your letter or isn't you?
Hot Rod: Yeah, I is. As soon as I learn how to wead.
Tom : While Hot Rod's learning how to read, I have to practice my reading.