Snooks. Did you send for me, fella?
Jones [excitedly]. I should say we did, Honorable Snooks. Sit down and I’ll get the President.
As Mr. Jones goes in search of the President, Dada comes in through the gate at a triumphant tottering strut. He includes the Honorable Snooks in the splendor of his elation.
Dada [jubilantly]. Hooray! Hooray! I worked in the dark, but I won out!
Snooks [with profound disgust]. Well, if it ain’t Sandy Claus!
Dada. This is a great day for me, Mr.— You see the world is coming to an end.
Snooks. Well, Sandy Claus, everybody’s got a right to enjoy themselves their own way.
Dada. That’s in strict confidence, you understand.
Snooks. I wouldn’t spoil the surprise for nothin’.
Out rushes Jerry.