"Hm. Here's the crook of the month."15,000 reward for information leading to apprehension of Albert Bonehart. Wanted for questioning in disappearance of three former wives, Bonehart's fourth wife was last seen in a little railroad station in a valise, a ladies hatbox, and an executive's briefcase." Well, that's one way to send your wife to the country."Description, Bonehart is 5'10", has wavy hair, a natty mustache, and walks with a limp, due to an impediment, Bonehart speaks with a slight British accent, and has difficulty pronouncing 'good evening'."Approach with caution."No one I know. Oh, well.Good night, Wilma.
Good night, Fred.
It is a birdcage.
Why would you keep a fishy in a birdcage?
Because it's a flying fishy. The world's rarest fishy.The legendary man-eating piranhakeet.
[chirping] [screeches]
That's cute. Is this piranhakeet, uh, finger-trained?
Look out. Fingers, toes, whatever it can get its teeth into. It's the only flying man-eater in the world and the other scientists think it's extinct.
Which reminds me of my other motive for stopping by.May I use your phone to call Agatha? Mine's been disconnected.
Okay but don't forget to reverse the charges on your alibi.
Of course, You know.Certainly. Hello, pussycat. [Agatha chatters angrily] But, pussycat, I am sending the trunk with your weights and barbells. [angry chatter continues] I know you're out of shape. I didn't mean it that way, pussycat. [chattering continues]Of course, you need a workout. I'll try to be there as soon as I can.
Your suspicions are correct. The story had a happy ending. Science was indeed astounded by my discovery of a living man-eater which can be trained to eat wives, too, if necessary. Chirp for the people.
[chirping][screeches]
Please forgive its toothy grin. It acts just like a canary that ate the pussycat.Good evening.