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IT FINALLY HAPPENED. DR. RED WARNED ALLIE.
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| You better leave that wine alone like Dr. Red said. | |
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| I''m having the DTs. I'm seeing and hearing ghosts. I better make an appointment with Dr. Red. | |
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THE NEXT DAY AT DR. RED'S LABORATORY.
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| Dr. Red, I need your help again. I've got to kick this wine addiction. I'm having the DTs. | |
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| Listen Allie! I've tried to help you. But oh no. You called me a quack. I gave you my advice and diet. Look what the program did for me. | |
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DR. RED IS SO GENEROUS. HE TAKES ON ANOTHER LOST CAUSE.
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| Yes, I know. You're real trim. The picture of health. I'll do anything Dr. Red. Just get me sober. Get me like you. | |
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| I'll do what I can, Allie. But remember you have bad genes. Your Uncle Rummy had the same problem. I'll outline a program for you. With perseverance you may be able to approach my physique, and looks. | |
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