 Uh, excuse us, Judge Hooker. Uh, you remember me, don't you? I, uh, I thought perhaps maybe we could possibly get that little cash bond reduced. I don't see why I should have... If you spoke to somebody who'd known me for a long time, they might convince you that I'm not such a bad fellow. Oh, that would be fine, Uncle Mort. Who could the judge talk to? Why, uh, the president of the Whistle Vista Chamber of Commerce. He's my next door neighbor, too. A chap named Fibber McGee. We can call him long distance, Your Honor.