Trying to see if there's any way out of this little murder mysterious party that he's been inexplicably invited to, Tracy actually calls the police station to see if there have been any real crimes committed that need his attention. (He's also heard rumblings about some sort of case involving a mysterious man named Waldo, but no one seems to be willing to discuss it with him.) Unfortunately, he finds out that the chief has also received an invitation to the party and in fact, everyone at the station has received an invitation. Looks like he won't be getting out of it this time, and to make matters worse, it appears that our intrepid detective isn't just invited to attend the party, he's been invited to be one of the players, and this party may not actually be a party. (Yeah, this should turn out well. I hope all of the other actors remember to wear bulletproof vests.)
Deciding that now is as good a time as any to continue perfecting his I'm A Little Teapot pose, Tracy contemplates the invitation and the new revelation that not only is he going to attend, but he's also expected to perform. The plot continues to thicken as we learn that this case is not just any old made up case, but an old mystery of none other than Dick Tracy's. (Seriously, everyone get a bulletproof vest now, and maybe a helmet. Got to protect to old noggin, after all.) It seems that that little bit of information was just a little too much and Dick goes into a rant, flailing his arms about as he tries to explain that he has a job. A job involving crime fighting and murders and robots and mad scientists and all sorts of crazy things. He doesn't want to re-enact that job. He has the memories. (It would be like asking a plumber to be a plumber in a play. It isn't the only thing he does. He has a lot of other interests, too.) I think I can actually hear the wheels turning in Tracy's head as he tries to figure out a way to get out of this. Alas, I don't think he'll be able to dodge this bullet.
Later that night as the Tracy's lie tucked safely in their warm bed, Dick continues to mull over this play thing, though from the look on his face, he might actually be starting to come around to the idea. Sure, he's never acted before. Sure, being in this play thing would interfere with police business. Sure...wait a minute. Interfere with police business? Hmm. Maybe he could get that time off the chief has been promising him after all. (Maybe he could even be paid for it.) As Tracy continues to think, a bird turns into a rock and crashes through his window. (Cale? Is that you? Come on out. I know you're there. I can hear you giggling.)
Trying to see if there's any way out of this little murder mysterious party that he's been inexplicably invited to, Tracy actually calls the police station to see if there have been any real crimes committed that need his attention. (He's also heard rumblings about some sort of case involving a mysterious man named Waldo, but no one seems to be willing to discuss it with him.) Unfortunately, he finds out that the chief has also received an invitation to the party and in fact, everyone at the station has received an invitation. Looks like he won't be getting out of it this time, and to make matters worse, it appears that our intrepid detective isn't just invited to attend the party, he's been invited to be one of the players, and this party may not actually be a party. (Yeah, this should turn out well. I hope all of the other actors remember to wear bulletproof vests.)
Deciding that now is as good a time as any to continue perfecting his I'm A Little Teapot pose, Tracy contemplates the invitation and the new revelation that not only is he going to attend, but he's also expected to perform. The plot continues to thicken as we learn that this case is not just any old made up case, but an old mystery of none other than Dick Tracy's. (Seriously, everyone get a bulletproof vest now, and maybe a helmet. Got to protect to old noggin, after all.) It seems that that little bit of information was just a little too much and Dick goes into a rant, flailing his arms about as he tries to explain that he has a job. A job involving crime fighting and murders and robots and mad scientists and all sorts of crazy things. He doesn't want to re-enact that job. He has the memories. (It would be like asking a plumber to be a plumber in a play. It isn't the only thing he does. He has a lot of other interests, too.) I think I can actually hear the wheels turning in Tracy's head as he tries to figure out a way to get out of this. Alas, I don't think he'll be able to dodge this bullet.
Later that night as the Tracy's lie tucked safely in their warm bed, Dick continues to mull over this play thing, though from the look on his face, he might actually be starting to come around to the idea. Sure, he's never acted before. Sure, being in this play thing would interfere with police business. Sure...wait a minute. Interfere with police business? Hmm. Maybe he could get that time off the chief has been promising him after all. (Maybe he could even be paid for it.) As Tracy continues to think, a bird turns into a rock and crashes through his window. (Cale? Is that you? Come on out. I know you're there. I can hear you giggling.)
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