"MMM, Mable wants to go shopping for a handbag. The narrator thinks something else is
afoot and Joe is oblivious to everything.
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Series 2 -Episode 4 now
"Rendezvous at Tiffany's"
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Last week Mable managed to separate Joe from $9000.00 during a visit to one of New York's
trendiest department stores. Mable said she just wanted lunch.
FX Sound: You ain't whistling Dixie, brother
Narrator: Anyway, Mable was miffed that Joe didn't tell her he had
$9000.00 lying around, even though she was the beneficiary.
Mable: I'm not dead.
Narrator: Mores the pity.
FX Sound: (Crying Roy Orbison)
Narrator: It seems Mable has one compelling thought. She wants to fly to Paris at any
cost. Maybe she would have preferred that Joe spend the money on a few nights in a posh
Mable: In a New York Minute...
Narrator: And so our story continues.
Joe: Yes, Mable?
Mable: Would you mind if I ran uptown for a couple of hours?
Joe: Wouldn't it be quicker to take a cab?
Mable: Be serious Joe.
Joe: Just kidding, Mable. Do you want me to come with you?
Mable: Nah, Joe. I just want to look for a new pocket book and I think
youd find that boring.
Joe: Sure Mable, go ahead. Have some fun.
FX Sound: Traffic
FX Sound: Door opening.
Doorman: Welcome to Tiffany's, Madame.
Mable: Thanks, do you know where to go to sell a diamond necklace.
Doorman: To a pawn shop.
Mable: A Pawn shop? Are you kidding? I have this beautiful necklace and I
want to sell it to Tiffany's. Look at it. It's really unusual. I need to sell it fast.
Doorman: Why, Madame? Is it stolen.
FX Sound: Police Siren
Mable: No, it's not stolen. My partner, Joe, bought it for me.
Doorman: He has good taste, Madam.
Mable: Yes, he does, but I need to sell it so I can go to Paris. I've
always wanted to go to Paris.
Doorman: Does your partner know?
Mable: Yes, he knows. He's going to come to Paris with me.
FX Sound. I love Paris Frank Sinatra
|Doorman: No madam, you misunderstood me.
Does he know you came here to sell the necklace?|
Mable: No. I didn't tell him.
Doorman: Dont you think he might get annoyed when he learns you
sold the necklace he bought you.
Mable: Hmmm. I didn't think about that. He might be quite upset.
Doorman: I imagine so, madam.
Mable: So you don't think I should sell it, huh?
Doorman: No, Madam, I wouldn't.
Mable: Maybe you're right. Thanks for your help.
Doorman: My pleasure, madam.
Mable: Hi, Joe, I'm back.
Joe: Did you find what you were looking for?
Mable: Not exactly, Joe. How was your day? Did you miss me?
Joe: I have a surprise for you.
Mable: Really, Joe? A surprise? What is it?
Joe: Take a look.
FX Sound: Surprise, surprise, surprise Gomer Pyle
Mable: Oh Joe, It's beautiful. It matches my necklace perfectly. Where
did you get it?
Joe: I went to Saks while you were out and I bought the matching
Mable: Joe, you're a gem. This is great.
Joe: Glad you like it, Mable.
Mable: Did you buy the matching earrings too, Joe?
Joe: Don't push your luck, Mable or I might have to put a lock on my
wallet and delay your trip to Paris by a few years.
Mable: Ah Joe, go wrestle an alligator.
Joe: It's a crocodile, Mable. We wrestle cro-co-diles and they do enjoy
dining on well-adorned women.
FX Sound: Tie me kangaroo down sport
Narrator: Begosh and Begorrah, Mable seems to be imitating the gift of
Mable: I'm not an imitation of anything.
Narrator: No, Mable, You are definitely an original.
Well now, where were we. Oh yes. Mable almost sold Joe's $9000 necklace. That would have
ticked Joe off, the matching bracelet he bought her wouldn't have matched anything, and
Paris would have to.
Thank goodness there was a nice doorman at Tiffany's who was able to get her to see
Mable: Maybe I should have had breakfast before I left.
FX Sound: Breakfast at Tiffany's.
Mable: Never mind.
Narrator: So the necklace is safe, Mable is happy and I'm so hungry I
could eat a pair of matching earrings.
Mable: That's not in the script.
Narrator: Blast, I lost me place again. Will you stop interrupting me.
FX Sound: Terribly long apology.
Narrator: Tune in next week to see if Mable has mended her way