He did not know how he was going to prevent this but he had unbounded faith in his capacity to fix things and in his good luck.
So, as he trudged along, stepping out of the way of many cars, he came to the home of Doctor Killem.
“Hello, soldier,” piped up a little thin voice upon the porch.
“I’m not a soldier,” said Pee-wee.
“My father can arrest people,” said the little gnome, looking straight ahead of him.
“That doesn’t prove I’m a soldier,” said Pee-wee.
“You’ve got a uniform,” said the gnome. “I’m not afraid of soldiers. My father’s got a lot of money, he’s got two hundred and fifty dollars and I’m not going to get dead.”
“Where’s your father?” Pee-wee asked.
“He’s up the road and he’s going to catch people and put them in jail.”
“Is he?”