The Dick Tracy Show

The Dick Tracy Show!

Okay, Chief.

I'll get on it right away.

Dick Tracy calling Joe Jitsu.

Calling Joe Jitsu.

Go ahead, please.

Get over to Egypt immediately.

There is a spy ring operating somewhere in the desert.

We have reason to believe that Pruneface and Itchy are the spies we're after.

Tracy, not to worry.

Joe will have spies before you can say...

Six-two and even.

Over and out.

Maybe not that fast.

Hello?

Yes, this is Spy by Phone Headquarters.

You want to know what kind of rockets they're using?

Well, just a minute now.

Let me see.

Uh, rockets...

Hello?

They're using a four stage rocket.

Four stages.

One for the money, two for the show, three to get ready, and four to blow.

Quiet!

Yeah, what do you want?

Hear, hear, Itchy.

We mustn't lose our patience.

Take a break.

I'm in the lookout room.

Come up immediately.

We'll check the radar equipment.

Hello, Detective Rocket Agent O.K.

But hate to admit, I'm lost.

Is best Joe use navigation trick learned from Air Force pilots...

With far old telephone wires.

Ah-so?

Very interesting.

Wires read to mysterious Sphinx.

What would old-fashioned Sphinx want with modern telephone?

And now we test our radar.

First, activate the on switch.

Oh, Itchy, stop scratching for a second and raise the radar antenna.

I'm raising it.

I'm raising it.

Sphinx seem to be real hapkid.

Not only have telephone, but built-in TV antenna.

Something just does not look right.

Hey, Pruneface, somebody's spying on us.

Yes, it's that nosy Joe Jitsu.

Take a look.

Ah-so?