“Doctor Killem didn’t see him and he laughed at me. He said I was seeing things. Can you wriggle? I looked back out of the window and saw him.”
“Did you tell your father about it?” Pee-wee asked, hardly knowing what to think of this information.
“My mother made him give her the two hundred and fifty dollars so I wouldn’t get dead. Do you know what I’m going to be when I grow up?”
“No; what?”
“A giant.”
“Well, you’d better hurry up about it.”
“Do you know where my father got that two hundred and fifty dollars?”
“Where?”
“It was a prize for catching thieves. You can’t catch thieves.”
“I know it,” Pee-wee said.