"Tell your brother,
"Ain't no better
"Peanut butter!"
The raspy song came from beneath the table. Archy dived under and out frisked an Andy Armadillo projection, natty in green breeches and prospector's hat.
The cartoon sat jauntily in the middle of the table. "Say, kids," he addressed the group, "Teeny-Crunch Peaner Butter really has it. This peaner butter is like going to heaven. It's smooth yet—"
"Get out of here!" screamed Archy.
The Armadillo eyed him. "Look, Mac, I'm doing an act. I'm tired of being turned off." He began the commercial again.
The conference moved to another room. "Better chink the door," said Otto.
The Secretary of the Interior began anew. Archy listened closely; there would be a chance to trip this guy up.
"It's estimated that 500,000,000 projections are at large," said the secretary. "Here are some things that have happened: