baby bye-bye.
ignores roger. we follow him as he crawls into the kitchen. he stops to regard something that has caught his attention.  a cookie jar. it's sitting on top of the refrigerator.
coo-kie.
is swinging precariously on the door of the freeer.
has taken this opportunity to crawl out the window. roger races to the window. his eyes pop out of his head at what he sees.
what the hell was wrong with that take??
aw, for cryin' out loud, roger! i'll be in my trailer.  takin' a nap!
you serve martinis, doncha?
make it dry. baby doesn't like to be wet. you're valiant, right? the name's baby herman.
yeah, i had to go slummin'. see, a friend of mine's bein' framed.
you don't believe that. i mean. the guy's an idiot, a moron, a complete fool.  but he'd never kill anyone. i know the guy.
thanks, doll.
my problem is i got a fifty-year-old lust and a three-year-old dinkie.
c'mon, valiant, doesn't this whole thing smell a bit funny to you? i mean, no offense, but how did a mucky-muck like r.k. maroon find you in the first place?
and another thing, the paper said no will was found. but every toon knows acme had a will and, in it he promised to leave toontown to the toons.
somebody took it from him. that's what this whole thing's about.
my hunch is it was maroon. he always was after acme's property.
no. but neither does roger. that's diablo red. roger's pants are sunrise orange.
so what's your next move, valiant?