Toodles' latest beau, the well-muscled Dick Von Walsbach, had taken her on a lovely picnic by a river. Before the mood got too romantic, Von Walsbach told her how the natives claimed that there was a monster in the river. An incarnation of the restless spirit of a young man who drowned himself vowing revenge on all womankind when he found his love had been unfaithful to him. The monster was called the Ichtenschilmer. "That's awful." Said Toodles, then after thinking a bit said, "I hope in wasn't my fault." Well, before long Toodles decided to take a swim. "Aren't you afraid of the monster?" Von Walsbach called. "Oh, don't be a twit." Toodles chided as she reached the riverbank. Just then a great big, black, slimy, rubber monster heaved itself out of the water. Toodles screamed melodramatically. "Don't vorry, I'll rescue you!" Von Walsbach shouted. At that point Hardy Bangor fell out of the sky and on top of Von Walsbach. Toodles screamed for real and the Ichtenschilmer roared with laughter. "Hey, thanks for breaking my fall." Hardy said to von Walsbach. "You've broken my neck." Whimpered von Walsbach. "Hey! Who are you? You're not in the script!" Screamed the director running onto the set. "All right that's it. I've had just about enough for one day. We'll start fresh on Monday." He walked out of the studio in a huff. "That's a wrap everyone. Clear off!" Screamed the assistant director. "I SAID CU . . .