Alley Oop by Jonathan Lemon and Joey Alison Sayers for May 30, 1939

Transcript:

while wottasquash corners swarms with police in search of the phantom ape, alley oop is miles away, riding a big freight truck. well, there's terminal city. yep! we'll just about make the market at dawn. why do ya suppose they run them traffic lights this hour of the morning? I don't know but just run through one an' see what it gets ya! i wish we'd stuck around wottasquash! i'd like t'see what that phantom ape looked like. not me! th' farther i am from that critter, th' better I like it! alley oop: Gee! wotta dizzy-lookin' dump! this don't look like th' place where I left ooola!