st george & the dragonet

[St. George:] This is the countryside. My name is St George. I'm a knight.
Saturday, July 10th, 8:05 pm-- I was working out of the castle on the nightwatch when a call came in from the Chief. A dragon had been devouring maidens. Homicide. My job, slay him.

[Chief:] Yes, the dragon again, devouring maidens. The King's daughter may be next.
[St. George:] Mmm-hmm. You got a lead?
[Chief:] Oh, nothing much to go on. Say, did you take that .45 automatic into the lab to have them check on it?
[St. George:] Yeah, you were right.
[Chief:] I was right?
[St. George:] Yeah, it was a gun.
8:22 pm-- I talked to one of the maidens who had almost been devoured....

[Maiden:] Who are you?
[St. George:] I'm St. George, Ma'am. Homicide, Ma'am. Want to ask you a few questions, Ma'am. I understand you were almost devoured by the dragon, Ma'am. Is that right? Dragon?
[Maiden:] It was terrible! He breathed fire on me! He burned me already!
[St. George:] How can I be sure of that, Ma'am?

11:45 pm-- I rode over the King's Highway. I saw a man. Stopped to talk to him.
[St. George:] Pardon me, Sir. Could I talk to you for just a minute, Sir?
[Knave:] Sure, I don't mind.
[St. George:] What do you do for a living?

[St. George:] Didn't I pick you up on a 903 last year for stealing tarts?
[Knave:] Yeah, so what do you wanna make a federal case out of it?
[St. George:] No, Sir. We heard there was a dragon operating in this neighborhood. We just want to know if you've seen him.
[Knave:] Sure, I've seen him.
[Knave:] What's to describe? You see one dragon, you seen 'em all.

[Knave:] Well, he was, you know, he had orange polka dots...
[St. George:] Yes, Sir.
[Knave:] Purple feet, breathing fire and smoke...
[St. George:] Mmm-hmm.
[Knave:] And one big bloodshot eye right in the middle of his forehead and Uh, like that.
[St. George:] Notice anything unusual about him?
[Knave:] No, he's just your run-of-the-mill dragon, you know.

[Knave:] Hey, by the way, how you gonna catch him?
[St. George:] I thought you'd never ask. A Dragonet.
3:05 pm-- I was riding back into the courtyard to make my report to the lab. Then it happened. It was the dragon.
[Dragon:] Hey, I'm the fire-breathin' Dragon! You must be St George, right?
[St. George:] Yes, Sir.
[Dragon:] I can see you got one of them new .45 caliber swords.

[Dragon:] Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! You slay me.
[St. George:] That's what I wanted to talk to you about.
[Dragon:] What do you mean?
[St. George:] I'm taking you in on a 502. You figure it out.
[Dragon:] What's the charge?
[St. George:] Devouring maidens out of season.
[Dragon:] Out of season! You'll never pin that rap on me. Do you hear me, cop?

[Dragon:] A 412? What's a 412?
[St. George:] Over-acting. Let's go.
[Narrator:] On September the 5th, the Dragon was tried and convicted. His fire was put out and his maiden-devouring license revoked. Maiden devouring out of season is punishable by a term of not less than 50 or more than 300 years.
[listen to the irrepressible stan freberg do this live!]
and thus our sojourn into the realities of george barbier, and back into the lap of the calendars!
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