Ananias buys his outfit. He is thin, but when clothed, entire staff cannot get him through doorway. Sleighs. Icepicks. Toothpicks. Thermos flasks. Electric radiators. “Label everything Munchausen, and send to my hotel.” Ten pantechnicons convey the goods to hotel.
Sapphira buys her outfit. Five hundred sh! A thousand you know whats. Other garments in proportion. She is much thinner when garbed for her expedition, but chases shop-walker for suggesting a dripping-pan. Ice-cream machines. Hammocks. Palanquins. Canoes. “Label everything Munchausen, and send to my hotel.” Twenty-seven pantechnicons convey the goods to hotel.
Street blocked. Hotel refuses to accept delivery. The Munchausens arrive. Goods dumped in doorway. People in hotel cannot get out. Mountaineering parties arranged. One party falls in road, and is run over by traction engine. Other parties entangled in ropes of yet other parties. Lucky blow of ice-pick catches Sapphira in rear.
The start. One small boy on otherwise deserted quay listens to speeches from the two different boats.
“The start.”
Beautiful scenery near North Pole. Ananias unpacks. Large quantities of ladies’ light summer clothing. Puts all on, in a rage, and appears on deck. Captain puts him in irons.
Beautiful scenery in South Seas. Sapphira unpacks. Large quantities of Arctic garments. Puts them on, raging, and cannot turn round in cabin. Is hauled on deck by steam crane through skylight. Captain puts her in irons.