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The Hudsucker Proxy Script





That's right.



New York.



It's 1958 .



Anyway, for a few more minutes it is.



Come midnight, it's going to be 1959.



A whole other feeling.



The New Year.



The future.



Old Daddy Earth fixing to start

one more trip around the sun.



Everybody hoping this ride round

be a little more giddy...



...a little more gay.



All over town, champagne corks

is a-popping.



Over in the Waldorf, the big shots is

dancing to the strains of Guy Lombardo.



In Times Square, the little folks is watching

and waiting for that big ball to drop.



They're all trying to catch hold

of one moment of time...


            be able to say:



"Right now! This is it!



"I got it!"



Of course, by then it'll be past.



But they're all happy...



...everybody having a good time.



Well, almost everybody.



There's a few lost souls

floating around out there.



Now, if y'all ain't from the city...



...we got something here

called "the rat race. "



Got a way of chewing folks up

so that they don't want no celebrating...



...don't want no cheering up.



Don't care nothing about no New Year's.



Out of hope...



...out of rope...



...out of time.



This here is Norville Barnes.



That office he's stepping out of...


            the office of the president

of Hudsucker Industries.



That's his office.



How'd he get so high?



And why's he feeling so low?



Is he really going to do it?



Is Norville really going

to jelly up the sidewalk?



Well, the future...



...that's something you can

never tell about.



But the past...



...that's another story.



So in the third quarter

we saw no signs of weakening.



We're up    % over last year's

third-quarter gross...



...and that, needless to say,

is a new record.



Our competition continues to flag

and we continue to take up the slack.



Market shares in most divisions

is increasing...



...and we have opened

seven new regional offices.



Our international division...


            also showing vigorous signs of upward

movement for the last six months...



...and we're looking

at some exciting things in R&D.



Sub-franchising. Don't talk to me

about sub-franchising.



We're making so much money

in sub-franchising...


            isn't even funny.



Our nominees and assigns continue

to multiply and expand...



...extending our influence nationally

and abroad.



Our owned and operateds are performing...



...far beyond our expectations

both here and abroad.



And the Federal Tax Act of     ...


            giving us a swell write-off

on our plant and heavies.



And our last debenture issue

was this year's fastest seller.



So, third quarter and year-to-date...



...we have set a new record in sales,

a new record in gross...



...a new record in pre-tax earnings...



...a new record in after-tax profits...



...and our stock has split twice

in the past year.



In short...



...we're loaded.



Mr. Hudsucker?



It's a pity to waste a whole Monte Cristo.



He could've opened the window.



Waring Hudsucker never did anything

the easy way.



Why? Why did he do it?

Everything was going so well.



What am l, a headshrinker?

Maybe the man was unhappy.



He didn't look unhappy.



-He didn't look rich.

-He was never an easy man to figure out.



He built this company with his bare hands.



Every step he took was a step up...



...except, of course, this last one.



He was a swell fella...



...but when the president, chairman

and owner of   % of the stock...






...   floors--






Counting the mezzanine.



Then the company, too, has a problem.




What exactly is the disposition

of Waring's stock?



As you know...



...Hud left no will and no family.



The company bylaws are quite clear

in that event.



"His entire portfolio will be converted

into common stock...



"...and will be sold over the counter

as of the first of the fiscal year...



-"...following his demise."




Meaning simply that Waring's stock

and control of the company...



...will be made available

to the public January  st.



Do you mean to say...



...that any slob in a smelly T-shirt

will be able to buy Hudsucker stock?



The company bylaws are quite clear.



My God! You're animals!



How can you discuss his stock

when the man has just leapt    floors?






Not counting the mezzanine.



Quit showboating.



The man is gone. The question now

is whether we'll let...



...John Q. Public waltz in here

and buy our company.



What are you suggesting?



Certainly we can't afford

to buy a controlling interest.



Not while the stock is this strong.



How soon before Hud's paper

hits the market?



January  st.



-Thirty days.

-Four weeks.



-A month at the most.

-One month...


            make the blue-chip investment

of the century...



...Iook like a round-trip ticket

on the Titanic.



We play up the fact that Hud is dead.



Long live the Hud!



We depress the stock.



-To the point where we can buy   %.

-  %.



Not counting the mezzanine.



It could work.



-lt should work.

-lt would work.



It's working already.



Waring Hudsucker is abstract art

on Madison Avenue.



What we need now is a new president

who will inspire panic in the stockholder.



-A puppet!

-A proxy!



A pawn!



Some jerk...



...we can really push around.



You punch in at  :   every a.m.,

at  :   a.m. following a business holiday...



...unless it's a Monday, then it's  :  .



-Punch in late and they dock you.

-This goes to seven! Urgent.



Incoming articles get a voucher.

Outgoing articles provide a voucher.



Move any article without a voucher,

they dock you!



Take this up to the secretarial pool

on three! ASAP!



Letter-size, a green voucher!

Folder-size, a yellow voucher!



Parcel-size, a maroon voucher!



This is for Morgatross! Chop-chop!



Wrong color voucher and they dock you!



 - - - - - - -Alpha- !



That is your employee number!

It will not be repeated!



Without it, you can't cash your paycheck.



All right! This goes up to   !



Return a waiver!

Do not return without a signed waiver!



Inter-office mail is code   !

Intra-office mail is   - .



Outside mail is  -  .



Code it wrong and they dock you!



I was supposed to have this on   

ten minutes ago!



This has been your orientation.

Is there anything you do not understand?



If you have not been fully orientated,

you must file a complaint!



File a faulty complaint, and they dock you!






Kloppitt, Kloppitt, Kloppitt, Kloppitt....



Max Kloppitt.



"Max Kloppitt, Jr."



What do you do when the envelope

is too big for the slot?



If you fold them, they fire you.



I usually throw them out.



Just got hired today.






Entry level.






...I got big ideas.



I'm sure you do.



For instance...



...Iook at this sweet baby.



I developed it myself.



Yes, sirree, this is my ticket upstairs.



You know, for kids.






So, you see. I won't be working

in the mail room long.



No, I don't guess you will be.



How long've you been here?



Forty-eight years.



Next year they move me up to parcels...



...if I'm lucky.



Attention Hudsucker employees:



We regretfully announce

that at    seconds after the hour of noon...



...Hudsucker time...



...Waring Hudsucker, Founder, President...



...and Chairman of the Board

of Hudsucker Industries...



...merged with the infinite.



To mark this occasion of corporate loss...



...we ask that all employees observe

a moment of silent contemplation.



Thank you for your kind attention.



This moment has been duly noted

on your timecards...



...and will be deducted from your pay.

That is all.



Blue letter!



Blue letter!



They're bringing a blue letter!



It's a blue letter.



Top, top level.



Confidential communication

between the brass.



Usually bad news.



They hate blue letters upstairs.



Hate them.






Yeah, you! Barnes!



You don't look busy!



Think you can handle a blue letter?



This letter was sent this morning

by the big man himself, Waring Hudsucker!



It's addressed to Sid Mussburger,

Hudsucker's right-hand man!



It's a blue letter!



That means you got to put it right

in Mussburger's hands.



No secretaries! No receptionists!



No colleagues! No excuses!






Hi! My name's Buzz, I got the fuzz,

I make the elevator do what she does.



Hang it up to dry.



-What's your pleasure?




Forty-four, the top-brass floor.

Say, buddy...



...what takes    years to get to

the top floor and    seconds to get down?



Waring Hudsucker! You get it, buddy?



Say, buddy! Mr. Kline, up to nine.

Mrs. Dell, Personnel.



-Mr. Levin,   .




Walk down!



Ladies and gentlemen,

please step to the rear.



Here comes the gargantuan Mr. Grier.



Buddy, who's the most liquid businessman

on the street?



Waring Hudsucker.



When is the sidewalk fully dressed?

When it's wearing Hudsucker!



You get it?



It's a pun, a knee-slapper,

a play on Jesus, Joseph and Mary....



Is that a blue letter?



Why didn't you tell a guy? Hold on, folks,

we're express to the top floor!



Good luck, buddy.



You'll need it.



Mr. Mussburger's office?






Do you have an appointment?



Shall we look in the book?



-We don't seem to be in the book.

-I wouldn't be.



If we had an appointment,

we'd be in the book.



I have this....



Oh, here it is.






Harry Gambotz?



No, too risky.

He's green but he's not slow.



Who is he?



No, I want an imbecile,

not a cipher, or you'd have the job.



They moved him to grommets and O-rings.



He's doing pretty well.



No, not McClanahan.



He bungled the Teleyard merger

so he's got something to prove.



Who let you in?



Atwater? Tremendous.

Except I just fired him last week.



Mr. Mussburger...



...Mr. Bumstead's waiting downstairs.



-I'll be right there.

-Yes, Mr. Mussburger.



Spit it out!



Maybe you're

the company's biggest moron.



We can't use Morris. Been here too long.

He's a nice guy with too many friends.



In fact, why don't you fire him?

Scratch that, I'll fire him.



Make it fast. Fast!



Mr. Bumstead is growing restless.



Tell him I'll be right there.

Give him a magazine.



What are you, a mute?



How's the stock?



Bad? Well, it's not bad enough.



Listen, chump.



Either you find me a ding-dong or tender

your key to the executive washroom.



That goes double for you, pal.

Earclay? Oodgay!



This better be good. I'm in a bad mood.



Sir, I've got something for you

from the mail room, but first...



...if I could take a minute of your very

valuable time to show you something...



...I've been working on

for the past two or three years.



You know, for kids.



It's perfect for Hudsucker,

not that I'm any great genius.



They say inspiration is   % perspiration

and in my case it's at least twice that...



-...but I've got to tell you, sir--

-Wait a minute!



Sit down, son.



Go ahead.



Try it on.



Put your feet up.



Go ahead.



Let's get to know one another, shall we?



Let's chat...





You're from the basement, aren't you?



And weren't blessed with much...





Well, I am a college graduate.



But you did not excel in your studies.



Well, I made the dean's list...


            the Muncie College

of Business Administration.



And your friends called you "jerk,"

didn't they?









"Lamebrain?" "Schmo?"



Not even behind your back?



They voted me "Most Likely to Succeed."



You're fired.



Get your feet off my desk,

get out of my office.



Leave your apron in the locker room.



Oh, my God!



The Bumstead contracts. I've been

working on that deal for four years!



Get out of here! I'll take care of it!



You could have destroyed

the most sensitive document of my career.



Mr. Bumstead is threatening to leave.



I'm on my way down.



We need the first page of the contract

retyped with copies going to Legal.



Yes, Mr. Mussburger.



Out! Out of the office!



Down three points?



That's encouraging. How about New York?



Not that way, through the door!



It'll take three hours to retype

the Bumstead contracts.



Where are you going?



Get out! Stop that!



Mr. Bumstead's threatening to leave.



Not the whole contract, just the first page.



I'll be there. Give him another magazine.



-He says he'll leave.

-I said I'll be there!



Up on your feet! We don't crawl here

at Hudsucker lndustries!



-My leg is on fire!

-No assumptions!



It's early yet. Just let me know

where we stand at the closing bell.



Oh, my God, the Bumstead contracts!



No magazines! No coffee!



Mussburger! I want to see Mussburger!

Or did he jump out a window too?



Don't worry, Mr. Mussburger, I got you!

I got you by your pants.






Mr. Mussburger, I'm gonna give

your pants a nice double stitch.



It'll make them real strong

and you're going to look real sharp.



No. Single stitch is fine.



But the double stitch lasts forever.



Why on earth would I want

a double stitch?



To pad your account.



Single stitch is fine.






What the heck! Mr. Mussburger

is such a nice man...



...I'm going to give him

a double stitch anyway.



That's some strong stitch, you bet!



"The Einstein of Enterprise."



"The Edison of lndustry."



"The Billion-Dollar Cranium! "



"ldea Man! "



And not one of you has given me

a story on him!



Bunch of lamebrains!



Facts, figures, charts.

They never sold a newspaper!



I read this morning's Argus

and let me tell you something:



I'd wrap a fish in it!



I'd use it as kindling!



I'd train my poodle on it if he wasn't

a French poodle and partial to Paris Soir.



But I wouldn't pay a nickel

to read the thing!



Come on, Chief, give us a break.



Sure, Tibbs. Take a break.



Go to Florida. Lie in the sun.



Wait for a coconut to drop.

File a story on it.



It'd be more of a grabber than your piece

on the county grain surplus!



The human angle!

That's what sells papers!



We need a front page with a heart

and the ldea Man can put it there!



If we had more access--



If a frog had wings

it wouldn't bump it's ass hopping.



I don't want excuses, I want results!



What makes the ldea Man tick?

Where's he from?



I want to know everything about him!

Has he got a girl? Has he got parents?



Everybody has parents.



All right, how many?



How about it, Parkinson?

You've been awfully quiet.



Still waters run deep.



Only thing deep with Parkinson

are the holes in his ears.



Yes! Idea Man!



What are his hopes and dreams,

his desires and aspirations?



Does he think all the time

or a certain portion of the day?



How tall is he? Where does he sleep?

What does he have for breakfast?



Does he put jam on his toast

or doesn't he?



If not, why not and since when?






You're useless.



Yes. Idea Man.















I tell you, the guy's a phony.




-As a $  bill.



-Says who?

-Says me, Amy Archer!



Why is he an ldea Man?

Because Hudsucker says so?



What are his ideas?

Why can't anyone interview him?



Five bucks says she mentions her Pulitzer.



Again? You're on.



Look at the mug on this guy.



The jutting eyebrows, the simian forehead,

the idiotic grin.



He has a face only a mother could love...



...on payday.



The only story here is

how this guy made a monkey out of you.



Like it or not, I'm still editor of this rag.



I thought you were writing,

"J. Edgar Hoover: When Will He Marry?"



-I filed it yesterday. Nice tie, Earl.

-Well, do a follow-up.



"Hoover: Crimebuster or Pantywaist?"



The rest of you mugs get some brains

and get me that ldea Man story!



He's the bunk.



I'll stake my Pulitzer on it!



Say, buddy, where'd you get the new duds?



Say, buddy, how did Old Bucketbutt

like his blue letter?



Did he bust a gut? Did he die?

Well, hello, Mr. Mussburger.



Lobby, we haven't got all day.



Right away, Mr. Mussburger.



How're you this fine morning, sir?



It's been a pleasure serving you today, sir.



It's been a pleasure serving you too, buddy.



Shouldn't we be a little concerned

with the downward spiral of our stock...



...these past few days?



You're the expert,

but at the Muncie College of Business--



Relax, it's only natural...


            a period of transition for

the more timid element to run for cover.



Like I said, you're the expert

but do you remember the plan I outlined...



...the day I set fire to your....

The day I was promoted?



I do remember and I was impressed.

But that's all forgotten now.



Thank you, Sid.



The reason I mention it is it requires

such a small capital investment....



-There's a huge potential profit...

-Damn it, where's my car?



...given the demographics boom

of the burgeoning middle-class.



So if you agree, I'd like to bounce the idea

off a few people at lunch.






Tell whoever you want.

I'd like to hear about it at some point too.



I got gas, Benny.



Tell me about it.



No kidding, Benny. I got gas.



You get the special?



Far from it.



Enter the dame.



There's one in every story.



Ten bucks says she's looking for a handout.



Twenty bucks says not here,

she don't find one.



She's looking for her mark.



She finds him.



She sits down and orders...



...a light lunch.



How will she pay for this lunch?



She looks through her purse.



No money.



The mark notices.



He's not noticing, Benny.



Maybe he's wise.



He don't look wise.



Plan two.



Here come the waterworks.




-Old Faithful.



Hello, Niagara.



He notices.



She's distressed.



He's concerned.



She explains her predicament.






Enter the light lunch.



She's got other problems, of course.



There's illness in the family.



-Her mother needs an operation.





-No, Benny.






That gag's got whiskers on it.



He ain't biting, Benny.



-She's losing him, Lou.

-Maybe he's wise.



He don't look wise.



-How does she pull this out?

-He's getting away.



She better think fast.



She isn't.



She is!



She's good, Benny.



She's damn good, Lou.



Can I get you boys anything else?









I'm sorry we had to take the stairs.

It was just that horrible elevator boy!



I can't say how much I appreciate

your listening to my story.



I'm lucky to find someone in this bustling

city with a stout heart and a ready ear.



There I was, travelling

through this great country.



Some I met were kind to me,

others exceedingly cruel.



Traveling by motor bus, rail,

even by thumb....



The couch, please.



Hoarding every dollar, counting

every nickel, pinching every penny.



It's been a long road leading

to the coffee shop downstairs.



Not that I'd trade a day, an hour,

a moment of it for anything.



I don't know what came over me.



I guess it was the shock of eating

after so long...



...without the enzymes kicking in

after so long....



Then you couldn't possibly know

what it is to be tired and hungry.



Hungry, anyway.



I don't want to bore you with details

of my life. It's not happy.



Suffice to say I'm jobless,

but not for want of trying.



I'm friendless, with no one to take care

of me and had you not come along...



-...exactly when you did....

-l, myself--



I arrived in town not ten days ago...



...full of dreams, anxious to make my way

in the world...



...a little naive perhaps,

but armed with determination...



...a solid work ethic,

and an indomitable belief in the future...



-l, myself--

-...only to have that belief...



...that unsullied optimism, dashed against

the marble of the workplace.



Such is life. Seek and ye shall find.

Work and ye shall prosper.




-No, thank you.



Seek and ye shall find,

work and ye shall prosper.



These were the watchwords,

the ethos of my education...



...the values instilled in me...



...while I was growing up in a town

you've probably never heard of.



-Mind if I join you?

-Be my guest.



A town you've probably never heard of...



...a dusty crossroads of which

you've probably never heard.



Excuse me. Executive washroom.



Are you all right?



Is it your lunch? The chicken a la king?



Is the a la king repeating on you?



No, I'm fine. You were saying?



Values, watchwords, tender years.



A little town you've probably

never heard of:



Muncie, lndiana.



You're from Muncie?



Why, yes.



Do you know it?



"Fight on

Fight on, dear old Muncie



"Fight on

Hoist the gold and blue



"You'll be tattered, torn and hurting



"Once the Munce is done with...


















A Muncie girl!

What do you know about that?



I'm going to cancel the rest

of my appointments for today...



...and get you a job right here at Hud.



Oh, no! Really--



Don't bother to thank me. It's easy.

I know where a vacancy just came up.






Good afternoon, this is Norville Barnes.



Barnes! Where the hell have you been?

Where's my voucher?



I'm not sure.



I need that voucher!

I told you a week ago it was important!



I'm president of the company now.



I don't care if you're president

of the company!



I need the voucher now!



Why don't you work in here with me?



Are you familiar with

the mimeograph machine?



Well, of course. I went

to the Muncie Secretarial Polytechnic.



A Muncie girl! Can you beat that?



I just don't know how to thank you,

Mr. Barnes.



Please, Norville.



Go, Eagles!



Go, Eagles!



"Once the Munce...."



Holy moly!



Is this guy from Chumpsville?

I even pulled the old mother routine.









That gag's got whiskers on it.



I'm telling you, the Hudsucker Board's

up to something.



What's a six-letter word

for an affliction of the hypothalamus?



It's a cinch. Goiter.

It's a cinch this guy isn't in on it.



She's right here.



How much time to make the late final?



Hi, Chief, just the person

I wanted to apologize to.



About seven minutes.



I was all wet about your ldea Man.



Well, thanks for being so generous.

It is human and you are divine.



No, he's no faker.



He's a    % real McCoy,

beware of imitations, genuine article.



The guy's a real moron,

as in a five-letter word for imbecile.



As pure a specimen as I've ever run across.



If I'm not an expert...



...then my name isn't Amy Archer

and I never won the Pulitzer.



In     .



My series on the reunited triplets.



Come down here, hammerhead,

and I'll show it to you!



What's a three-letter word

for a flightless bird?



Not now, I'm busy.



I said, "hammerhead" as in a ten-letter

word for a smug, bullying newspaper man.



Gnu. That's G-N-U.



Couldn't find the Empire State Building

with a compass, map and a guide.



Or emu?



That's just potatoes. Here's the gravy.

The chump really liked me.



-A Muncie girl!

-Better off falling for a rattlesnake.



This guy's just a patsy

and I'm gonna find out what for.



There's a real story here, some kind

of plot, set-up.... Did I tell you?



-He didn't offer you money?

-A sawbuck!



Ten smackers! Let's grab a highball!



On Norville Barnes.






Miss Smith, would you come in

and take a letter?



Of all the cockamamie....



Did you see the front page

of today's Manhattan Argus?



I didn't bother to read the article.

I didn't think the picture did you justice.



The picture's fine.



It's what that knuckle-headed dame

wrote underneath.



Take this down.



Dear Miss Archer:



I call you "Miss" because you seem to have

missed the boat completely.



How would you know if I'm an imbecile...



...when you didn't have the guts

to interview me man-to-man!



Change "man-to-man" to "face-to-face."



No, change "face-to-face" to "eye-to-eye"

and "guts" to "common decency."



These wild speculations

about my intelligence...



...these preposterous inventions

would be better suited...



...for the pages of Amazing Tales Magazine.



If the editors of the Manhattan Argus

see fit...


            publish the work of a disordered mind,

perhaps they will see fit to publish this.



But I doubt it.



I most seriously doubt it. I doubt also

you could find a home at Amazing Tales...



...a periodical which I have enjoyed

for many years. Sincerely...





Is that all, Mr. Barnes?



You know me, Amy, better than this dame.

Do you think I'm an imbecile?



Well, I'm sure l....



Tell the truth. I trust you.

I place a lot of stock in your opinion.



Oh, sure, you're biased.



You're a fellow Muncian.



But let me ask you a question:



Would an imbecile come up with this?



I designed it myself.



This sweet baby will put Hudsucker

right back on top.



You know, for kids.



Why don't I just type this up?



That won't be necessary.

I shouldn't send it.



She's just doing her job, I guess.



I don't know, maybe she does deserve it.



Maybe she should have come in here

and faced you man-to-man.



-She probably had a deadline.

-She still could've gotten your side...



...for the record.



It's done now. What's the use

of grousing about it?



Forget the letter,

I just had to blow off steam.



She's probably just a little confused.






Probably a fast-talking career gal,

thinks she's one of the boys.



Probably is, if you know what I mean.



I'm quite sure I don't know what you mean.



Probably suffers from one

of these complexes they have nowadays.



It's obvious. She's probably

very unattractive and bitter about it.



Is that it?



She probably dresses in men's clothing,

drinks with the guys at the local bar...



...hobnobs with some smooth-talking heel

reporter named Biff or Smoocher or--






Exactly. I bet she's ugly, real ugly.



Otherwise, why isn't her picture

next to her byline?



Maybe she puts her work

ahead of her personal appearance.



I bet that's what she tells herself.



But you and I know

she's a dried-up, bitter old maid.



How about we grab a little dinner

and a show after work?



I was thinking maybe The King and I?



How about Oklahoma?



You don't know a thing about that woman!



You don't know who she really is!

Only a numbskull thinks he knows things...



...about things he knows nothing about.



Say, what gives?



The inventory of the Jacksonville facility

should be reduced...


              %. Memo from the desk

of Sidney J. Mussburger--



What are you doing, Miss Archer?



Who are you?

How did you know who I am?



I suspect Old Moses knows

just about everything...



...Ieastways if it concerns Hudsucker.



Who are you? What do you do here?



I keep the old circle turning.



This old clock needs plenty of care.



Time is money, Miss Archer.



Money drives that old global economy...



...and keeps Big Daddy Earth

spinning around.



See, without that capital formation--



You won't tell anyone about me, will you?



I don't tell no one nothing...



...unless they ask.



That just ain't Old Moses' way.



If you know everything about Hudsucker...



...tell me why the board decided

to make Norville Barnes president?



That even surprised Old Moses at first.



I didn't think the board was that smart.



"That smart?"



But then I figured it out.

They did it because...



...they figured young Norville for

an imbecile, like some other people I know.



Why on earth would the board

want a nitwit to be president?



Because they're little piglets.

They're trying to inspire panic...



...make that stock cheap so they can

snatch it all up for themselves.



But Norville's got some tricks

up his sleeve. He does.



"You know, for kids?"



Yeah, he's a smart one, that Norville.



But I guess you don't really know him

any better than that board does, do you?



Maybe l--



And only some kind of knuckle-head thinks

she knows things about things....



When she don't....



How'd that go?



Well, it's hardly the same.



You don't even know your own self.



You ain't exactly the genuine article,

are you, Miss Archer?



In connection with my job, sometimes

I have to go undercover, as it were.



I don't mean that.



Why are you pretending to be

such a hard old sourpuss?



Ain't going to never make you happy!



I'm happy enough.



I got gears to see to.



I'm plenty happy!



I can't print that!



Why not? It's true. The board's using him

to depress the stock and buy it cheap.



It's pure speculation!

They'd have my butt in a satchel!



They'll buy that stock--



You don't know anything. They haven't

bought it. What are they waiting for?



I don't know.



Amy's hunches are usually pretty good.



You don't accuse somebody

of stock manipulation on a hunch!



Our readers aren't interested

in sensationalism, gossip...



...unsupported speculation!



Facts! Figures! Those are the tools

of the newspaper trade.



It's as if you're trying to take the heat

off him. Like you've gone soft on him.



Come on, Chief. That's a low blow.



Archer's not going to go gooey

for a corn-fed idiot.



I was out of line. But you're out of line

with this stock-swindle story.



Give me more of that

"moron from Sheboygan" stuff.







That's what sells newspapers!



I've got a harder story:

"The Sap From The City Desk! "



-Watch it!

-It's about a dim-witted editor who--



Easy, tough guy.



Does this suit look mannish to you?



Yeah, sure. Let's grab a highball.



Back off!






What gives?



A man of great managerial potency.



My husband is also a president.



Sears Braithwaite of Bullard.

Do you know him?



Your companion is an ode!



A lyric! Are you betrothed?



Amy works in my office. She runs--



Oh, the folly of youth!



Those green remembered hills!



That bourn from which no traveler returns.



I once ran the mimeograph for Sidney.



Though engaged at the time

to quelqu'un d'autre...


            water-cooler romance

became a mad passion.



Un amour fou. Une folie a deux.



I'm brushing up on my French

with the most charming man...



-...Pierre of  th Avenue. Do you know him?

-Do you know him?



Sidney and I are planning a trip

to Paris and points continental.



Aren't we, dear?



Sure. I'd like to borrow Norville

for a while, if you don't mind.



Well, frankly, l....



You have a very charming wife, Mr.... Sid.



So they tell me.



Let me shepherd you

through some of the introductions here.



Try not to talk too much.



Some of our biggest stockholders are....



Scratch that. Say whatever you like.



Shake hands with

Sears Braithwaite of Bullard.



Glad to know you, Barnes.



This is Zebulon Cardozo...


            of Hudsucker's largest

and most loyal stockholders.



What's this I hear

about you being an imbecile?



What's ailing you, boy?



Last week, my stock was worth twice

what it is now. I think I'll sell...



...the whole kit and caboodle, boy,

unless I see a vast improvement.



What you've got here, son, is a range war!



You gonna have to circle our wagons

or I'm gonna get out of your wagon train.



No need for concern, sir.

It's only natural...


            a period of transition for the more

timid elements to run for cover.



Yellow? I'll show you yellow, boy!



You mind now and quit acting

like such an old grizzly.



Step lively here, Norville.



I'm sorry, I thought maybe if I showed him

the long view--



And this is Thorstensen Finlandson...



...who heads a radical, splinter group

of disgruntled investors.



Pleased to meet you.



It might interest you to know I studied

a little Finnish in high school.



I hope I'm not too rusty.



Ladies and gentlemen, distinguished

members of the Hudsucker Board...



...I give you the Rajah of Romance,

the Ministereo of Moonlight...



...the incredible, the unforgettable...



...Mr. Vic Tenetta!



"Rajah." I like that.



What happened?



Nothing. Just the more timid investors

are no longer running for cover.



Let me look.



Sid found me the ice pack.



Let me hold it or you'll have a real shiner.



I guess people are pretty hot

over this imbecile story.



I'm sorry.



It's not your fault. You've the one person

standing by me through all this.



Norville, there's something

I have to tell you.



You see...



...I'm not really a secretary.



I know that, Amy.



You do?



I understand you're not very skilled yet

in the secretarial arts...



...but I'll tell you a secret:

I'm not that skilled as president.



-I know I put up a big front, but--

-I believe in you, Norville.



At least...



...I believe in your intentions.



I don't blame them, really.

I suppose I have made a mess of things.



Those folks have to protect

their investment.



Most of them are very nice people.



Listen, you can't trust people here

like you did in Muncie.



Certain people are--



Did you ever go to the top of Larson's

feed tower and look out over the town?



On Farm Route   ?



Oh, yes, in Muncie.



No, Vidalia. Farm Route   .



Seventeen. Yes, l....

Well, no, no. I never really--



The guys from the Varsity Squad

would bring their dates up there...


            hold hands.



Of course, I never made Varsity.



There's a place I go now.



Cutest little place near my apartment

in Greenwich Village.



It's called "Ann's    ."



It's a beatnik bar.



-You don't say?




A beatnik bar.



You can get carrot juice or ltalian coffee

and the people there...



Well, none of them quite fit in.



You'd love it.



Come there with me.



There's a marathon poetry-reading

on New Year's Eve. I go every year.



-It's marvelous!

-Every year?



Well, this year, if it's good,

I plan to make it a tradition.



My, it certainly is beautiful.



The people...



...Iook like ants.



The Hindus, and the beatniks also,

say that...


            our next lives some of us

will come back as ants.



Some will be butterflies, others will be

elephants or creatures of the sea.



What a beautiful thought.



What do you think you were

in a previous life?



Oh, I don't know.



Maybe I was just...



...a fast-talking career gal

who thought she was one of the boys.



Oh, no, Amy.



Pardon me for saying so,

but I find that very far-fetched.



-There really is something I must tell you.

-That person would come back as a hog.



I find it more likely that you were...



...a gazelle...



...with long, graceful legs,

gamboling through the underbrush.



Perhaps we met once.



A chance encounter in a forest glade.



I must have been an antelope or an ibex.



The times we must've had

foraging together for sustenance...



...snorfling water

from a mountain stream...



...picking the grubs and burrs

from one another's coats.



Or perhaps we simply touched horns

briefly and went our separate ways.



Oh, I wish it were that simple, Norville.



I wish I was still a gazelle

and you were an antelope...



...or an ibex.



Can I at least call you...






You're funny.



Seriously, Amy, it's what

your beatnik friends call "karma."






The great circle of life, death and rebirth.



I think I heard of that.

What goes around comes around.



That's it. A great wheel

that gives us all what we deserve.



I've go to show Sid and all the guys

I deserve their confidence.



Tomorrow's my big presentation

to the board.



Kiss me, Amy!



Kiss me once for luck.



Sure, Norville.



You know, for kids!



It has economy, simplicity, low

production cost, potential for mass appeal.



All that spells out great profitability.



I had the boys at R&D

make this prototype...


            our discussion

could have some focus...



...and to give you gentleman a firsthand

look at how exciting this gizmo is.



It's fun, healthy, good exercise,

and the kids'll love it.



We put a little sand inside

to make the experience more pleasant.



The great part is we don't have

to charge an arm and a leg.



-What if you tire before it's done?

-Does it have rules?



-Can more than one play?

-Why is it a game?



-ls it a game?

-Will it break?



-lt better break eventually.

-ls there an object?



-What if you tire before it's done?

-Does it have batteries?



-Could we charge extra for them?

-ls it safe for toddlers?



-How do you know you're finished?

-How does it stop?



-ls that a boy's model?

-Can a parent assemble it?



-What if you tire before it's done?

-ls there a larger model for the obese?



What the hell is it?



Well, it's....









It's exactly what Hudsucker lndustry needs

at this juncture.



Even a blind man can tell you

there'll be an enormous demand for this...









You've outdone yourself.

You've reinvented the wheel.



I'll recommend to the board

that we proceed immediately...



...and that the...



...dingus be mass-produced

with all deliberate speed.



Although, you realize...



...of course...





...the ultimate decision is yours.



I'm for it.



The Flying Doughnut!



-The Dancing Dingus!

-The Belly-Go-Round.



The Swingerina!



The Wacky Circumference!



Uncle Midriff!



-We need something short!







-With a little jazz!

-The Shazzammeter!



-The Hipster!

-The Daddy-O!



-The Hoopsucker.

-The Hudswinger.



-The Hoopsucker!

-The Hudswinger!



-The Hoopsucker!

-The Hudswinger!




-You got something?



I got something!



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World news in pictures, we kid you not!



As Old Man      hobbles

towards his finish...



...Barnes is the name

on every American lip.



Norville Barnes, young president

of Hudsucker Industries...



...a boy bred in the heartland,

but now the toast of New York.



Barnes is the brainy inventor of America's

craziest craze: The Hula Hoop!



Reaping huge profits for his company

and winning the hearts...



...and hips of every youngster in America!



Did I say youngster?



Here's Mom taking a break

from her household chores...



...and even Dad is swinging into the act!



Cards, letters, congratulations come

pouring in from Kankakee to Petaluma...



...including one very special

long-distance call.



He's on! He's on the line!



Hello, Norville. This is the President.



I just wanted to congratulate you.

I'm very proud of you.



Mrs. Eisenhower is very proud of you.



The American people

are very proud of you.



How'd you come up with the idea

for the Hula Hoop?



It was no great idea, really.



A thing like this takes a whole company

to put together. I'm grateful.



Did you have any idea

there'd be such a huge response?



Frankly, I don't think anybody

expected this much hoopla.



"Hoopla on the Hula Hoop."

Can we quote you on that, Mr. Barnes?



Sure, I guess.



Will you give yourself a nice, fat raise?



Come on, you guys.



What scientific principle explains

the motion of this wheel of wonder?



The dingus is quite simple, really.



It operates on the same principles that

keep the earth spinning around the sun...



...and that keeps you from flying off

the earth into the cold reaches of space...



...where you would die

like a miserable Schwein.



Yes, the principle is the same...



...except for the piece of grit

they put in to make the experience...



...more pleasant.



Yes, it's hula-hula everywhere!



From the parties of the Park Avenue

smart set...


            sweethearts who want

to be married in the swing of things.



Did the board consider you an "ldea Man"

when they promoted you?



I guess. I don't think they promoted me

because they thought I was a schmo.



What's the next big idea for you

and Hudsucker lndustries?



I don't know. An idea like this sweet baby

doesn't just come overnight.



Although, I'll tell you one thing:

I certainly didn't expect all this hoopla.



You can quote me on that.



Rumpus Magazine has called you

the most eligible bachelor of the year.



And society pages have been linking you

with fashion model Za-Za.



There's no truth to the rumors.

We're just dear friends. Isn't that right?



How do you respond to the charges that

you're out of ideas? Have you run dry?



Not at all. Just this week I came up

with several new sweet ideas.



A larger model Hula Hoop for the portly,

a battery option for the lazy or spastic.



A model with extra sand

for the hard-of-hearing.



I'm earning my keep.



Speaking of that,

do you expect to get a raise?



By anyone's account I single-handedly

have saved Hudsucker lndustries.



Our stock is worth more now than ever.

Yes, I expect to be compensated for that.



Pull yourself together, man.



Nobody told me!



You sold all our stock?



We dumped the whole load.



I had       shares!



I'd be a millionaire now!



Sure. We'd all be millionaires.



There's no point in looking back.



At the time, Stillson thought that dumping

our position would panic the market...



...further depress the stock.



Then we could buy it back and more,

of course, once it got cheap.






It's never been more valuable!



And I'm ruined.






I'm getting off this merry-go-round!






Had it installed last week.



So, the kid caught a wave.



Right now, he and his dingus are on top.



Well, this too shall pass.



Myrtle J. Mussburger

did not raise her boy to go...



...knock-kneed at the first sign of adversity.



I say, we made this chump,

we can break him!



I say, the higher he climbs,

the harder he drops!



I say, yes...



...the kid has a future...



...and in it...



...I see shame, dishonor...



...ignominy, disgrace.



The music plays, the wheel turns...



...and our spin ain't over yet.



For Pete's sakes, Norville!



Where have you been hiding?



Do you know what those nincompoops

in the boardroom are doing?



I wouldn't call them nincompoops.



They're going to discharge  %

of the workforce here!



In New York City alone,

that means      people out of work!



People with wives, children and families!



We're pruning away

some of the dead wood.



You mean you know about this?



Know about it? Sure.



You think the board would do anything

without my authorization?



It was my idea.




-Sure it was.



We're in a period of transition.

Things have slowed down.



You're being awfully kind to yourself,

Norville Barnes.



You've slowed down, sitting up here

not doing a lick of work.



You haven't come up with an idea since

the Hoop and the reason is plain to see!



You've forgotten what made your ideas

exciting to you.



It wasn't for the fame and wealth....



Would you get out of here?

You too, sisters, move it. Out!



I've been watching you, even though

you've been trying to avoid me.



Shut up!



Don't think I haven't noticed

how you've changed.



I used to think you were a swell guy.



To be honest,

I thought you were an imbecile.



Shut up!



Then I figured out you were a swell guy.

A little slow maybe, but a swell guy.



Maybe you're not so slow

but you're not so swell either.



Looks like you're an imbecile, after all.

Shut up!



You haven't talked to me for a week

and now I'm going to say my piece.



Look, I've never been...



...dumped by a fella before,

and that hurts...



...but what really hurts is watching you

out-run your soul!



Chasing after money and ease

and the respect of a board...



...that wouldn't give you the time of day...



...if you....



Worked in a watch factory?



Shut up! Exactly.



Norville, don't you remember

how you used to feel about the Hoop?



You told me you'd bring a smile

to the hips of everyone in America...



...regardless of race, creed or color.



Finally, there'd be a thingamajig

that would bring everyone together...



...even if it kept them apart spatially.



"You know...



"...for kids."



Your words...



...not mine.



I used to love Norville Barnes.



Yes, love him...



...when he was just a swell kid

with hot ideas who was in over his head.



Now your head's too big to be in over!



Consider this my resignation.



Effective immediately!



Buddy, buddy.






Oh, buddy.



Buddy. You busy?



Looks like you nodded off there, buddy.

Say, you got a minute?



Is this important?



I think so. It's this little idea

I've been working on.



You see, I don't intend

to be an elevator boy forever.



Take a look at this sweet baby!



Get it? Incredibly convenient, isn't it?



You know, for drinks?



This is how it works. It's got these ridges

on the side that give it its whammy.



You don't have to drink like this.

You can drink like this.



I call it the "Buzz-Sucker."

You get it, buddy?



People are dying for this and

we won't have to charge an arm and a leg.



Wait a minute.








But, buddy!



This is the most idiotic thing

I've ever seen in my life.



Nobody wants a hair-brained product

like this.



You see, Buzz...


            lacks the creative spark...



...the unalloyed genius

that made something like, say...



...the Hula Hoop such a success.



How dare you barge in here

and take up my valuable time!



I've got a company to run!



I can't have every deadbeat

on the payroll pestering me...



...with their idiotic brainwaves.



I'm sorry, buddy.



An example must be made!



What do you mean?



You're fired!



Is that plain enough for you?



Oh, buddy!



And don't call me "buddy"!



Oh, please, sir! This job running

the elevator, it's all I got!



It's okay if you don't like the Buzz-Sucker!



Just let me keep my job,

I'm praying to you!



Get out of my office!



Get up! Up!



We don't crawl here

at Hudsucker lndustries!



I'm sorry, sir!



I'm sorry!



Thank you, Aloysius.



This is...






I'm sorry I'm late, Sid. That back nine

at Riverdale's really murder.



It's a tough course. A real lollapalooza.



Sit down, son.



I thought the boardroom would be

a swell place to chat undisturbed.



Seems we've got some security problems

here at the Hud.



You don't say.



Ordinarily, I wouldn't bother you with it,

but this is embarrassing.



It concerns you directly.



-How's that?

-It's not serious in itself.



Some elevator boy that you'd fired

came to me...



...claiming that you'd stolen

the idea for the dingus.



You'd stolen it from him.



-Maybe I was a little rough on him--

-Forget it.



You don't have to explain to me.

He's a little person. He's nothing.



Fire whoever you want.



No, the problem is...



...who you hired.



That dame.



A spy, as it turns out.



She must have gotten

to that elevator schnook...



...and her paper is going to town.



Sure, sure, we tried to kill the story,

but the Argus won't play ball.



The problem the board will have is

you hired this woman...



...and you kept her on...



...while she was making

a chump out of you.



Serious error in judgement.



Business is war, kid.



Take no prisoners, give no second chances.



When the board meets after New Year's...



...your position....



Looks like you're finished.



Washed up.



Fourteenth hole at Riverdale...



...some use a mashie...



...some use a niblick.






You get more loft, more backspin.



That dame...



...she got your throat pretty well slit.



When you're dead, you stay dead.



You don't believe me,

ask Waring Hudsucker.



Tough luck, kid.



You had a short climb up.



It's a long way down.



-You can't print that!

-We are! She hits the streets tonight.



And she's dynamite!



But it's the bunk! Norville showed me his

design for the whatsit the day I met him.



Buzz couldn't have invented it.

Look at him, he's an imbecile.



Aren't you a broken record?

Gunderson did design it. He's a prodigy.



-Says who?

-You're not the only one with sources.



Smith has a senior source

on the Hud Board. Very senior.



I bet his initials are Sidney J. Mussburger.



You lost it. You gone soft,

by the looks of it.



Soft on the dummy from Dubuque.







This story's hot and you're no longer

on top of it. It's the scoop of the century!



The other papers won't have this

till tomorrow!



Allemeinisher Zeitung, Le Figaro

will be choking on our dust come morning.



You're fools, both of you!

You're being used, don't you see?



Take a break. You worked hard on this.

You broke it for us.



But it's passed you by

and Smith's taking up the slack.



You want slack...



...I'll give you slack!



You're not putting me out to pasture!

I quit! Consider this my resignation!



Effective immediately!






So, tell me...



...why do you feel this woman

betrayed you?



What's the difference?



The whole world, it seems, is against you?



I don't know.



Und the elevator boy...



...Buzz, he too works against you?






Patient displayed listlessness, apathy,

gloomy indifference...



...und was blue und mopey.



When asked what the Rorschach stains

represented, patient replied:



"Nothing much. I don't know.

Just a blotch. Sure beats me."



Patient shows no ambition,

no get-up-and-go, no vim.



He is riding the grand loopen-ze-loop...



...that goes from the height

of delusional gaiety...


            the trough of despair.



He is now near,

but not yet at his lowest point.



When he reaches bottom, he may erupt

und pose a danger to himself...



...and others.



Diagnosis, Dr. Bromfenbrenner?



Patient is eine manic-depressive paranoid,

type B...



...with acute schizoid tendencies.



So, patient is...?












Three things: Commitment...



...electroconvulsive therapy...



...maintenance in eine secure facility.



Yeah, he's a tall guy. A real mess.



Look, you better get down here.

He says he's a friend of yours.



He didn't say.

But, man, is he from Squaresville.



I want a martini!



It's New Year's Eve. I deserve a martini.



It's like I've been telling you--



I thought you served misfits here!



That's a roger. But we don't sell alcohol.



What kind of bar doesn't serve martinis?



It's a juice-and-coffee bar, man,

like I've been telling you.



Right. So, I want...



...a martini.



I've had a martini in every bar

on the way down here.



Martinis are for squares, man.



What'd you call me, you beatnik son of a--



Look who's here:



Amy Archer...



...Prizeter Pule winner.



Looking for a nitwit to buy you lunch?



-Bar fella, I'd like...

-I'm sorry.



...a martini, please.



I tried to tell you so many times, l....



It's hard to admit...



...when you've been wrong.



If you could just...



...find it in your heart...


            give me another chance.



"You take no prisoners,

give no second chances."



Please, Norville!

Please give me one more chance!



And yourself, too!



We both deserve one.



Just give us a second chance.

Together we can fight this thing.



I know the last story was a lie

and we can prove it. Release a statement!



-I can help you write it!

-What's the difference?



I'm all washed up.






Homo sapiens sapicus.



That just about does it.



I've seen Norville Barnes,

the young man in a big hurry...



...and I've seen Norville Barnes,

the self-important heel.



But I've never seen Norville Barnes,

the quitter...



...and I don't like it.



"Fight on



"Fight on, dear old Muncie



"Fight on

Hoist the gold and blue



"You'll be tattered, torn and hurting



"Once the Munce is done with you






"...Eagles! "



You can't surrender, Norville! Remember:



"Fight on



"Fight on



"Dear old Muncie



"Fight on



"Hoist the gold and blue



"You'll be tattered, torn...



"...and hurting...."



You lied to me.



How could you lie to me?






...a Muncie girl.



But, Norville, l--



"When you're dead, you stay dead!"



Just ask...



...Waring Hudsucker!



Extra, extra!



New Year's Eve edition!



Barnes' brain caught red-handed!



Ideas ersatz!



Man from Muncie a moron after all!



Read all about it!



New Year's Eve edition!

Man from Muncie a moron after all!



You're not so slow, but you're not so swell.



And it looks like you're an imbecile

after all.



But your friends called you "dope?"



"Dipstick?" "Lamebrain?" "Schmo?"



Please, buddy, running the elevator,

it's all I got.



Norville, you let me down.



You let Mrs. Eisenhower down.

You let the American people down.



And when you're dead, you stay dead.



The kid is screwy, it's official.



The barred-window boys

are out looking for him now.



We'll see how Wall Street likes the news...



...that the president of Hudsucker

is heading for the booby hatch.



When Doc Bromfenbrenner gets through

with him...



...he'll need diapers and a dribble cup.



If that's all....



Long live the Hud!



Watch where you're--



Hiya, buddy!



Out on the town? Guess what?



Mr.... Sid says I can have my old job back!



I deserve a second chance, he says.



He did?



Turns out he's not such a bad guy after all.



That's wonderful.



He said you stole that swell hoop idea

from me. What gives?



I would never--



Gee, that was a swell idea.



And Sid says you stoled it!



What are you waiting for? Pop him one!



He's that big-shot faker!



That Wall Street fraud!



Nuttier than a fruitcake!



Somebody call the cops!



Ring out the old, ring in the new!



Strictly speaking, I'm never supposed

to do this...



...but have you got a better idea?



Love that tune. How you doing, kid?



Mr. Hudsucker?



How do you like that thing?

They're all wearing them upstairs.



It's a fad.






...I see you've been having some...



...problems with the board.



I guess Sidney's been putting

the screws to you, Norman.






Say what you like about his ethics,

he's a balls-to-the-wall businessman.



Beat you any way he can.

Straight for the jugular. Very effective.



Any particular reason you didn't give him

my blue letter?



Norman, just a dying man's last words

and wishes, no big deal.



I must've mislaid it.



It's in your apron pocket,

right where you left it.






Failure to deliver a blue letter

is grounds for dismissal.



It's New Year's. I'm not going to add

to your woes.



Want to read it?

You might learn something.



Might keep you from jumping

out of any more windows.



"Blue letter from the desk

of Waring Hudsucker...



" Sidney J. Mussburger,

regarding my demise.



"Dear Sid:



"By the time you read this, I will have

joined the organization upstairs...



" exciting new beginning.

I will retain fond--"






"Of the years you and I have spent--"



Standard resignation boilerplate.

Go down to the second paragraph.



"You will no doubt be wondering

why I've decided...



" end my tenure both at Hudsucker

and here on earth.



"From the standpoint of our balance sheet

and financials...



"...sure, we're doing fine.



"But in my personal life,

I have made grave errors.



"l let my success become my identity.



"l have foolishly played the great man...



"...and watched my life become more

and more empty as a result.



"My vanity drove away she...



"...who could've saved me.



"Yes, I loved a woman once, Sid,

as you well know.



"A beautiful, vibrant lady...



"...and angel who, in her wisdom,

saw fit to choose you instead of l."



Skip this part.



Next page. Next page!



"This brings me to our company, Sid,

and its future.



"Our next president must have the liberty

I have had as owner...



" experiment and even fall..."






"...without fear of the whims

of the stockholders or an impatient board.



-"The new president must be free to fall..."




"...and learn to fail..."






"...and rise again by applying...



"...what he has learned.



"Such is business.



"Such is life.



"Accordingly, I hereby bequeath...



"...all of my shares in Hudsucker lndustry...



" whomever you

and the board shall elect...



" succeed me as president.



"l assume this will be you.



"lf not, if the board chooses someone else

to be president...



"...then, then...."



Tough titty toenails!



That'll show the bastard!



Go ahead.



"l urge you to work

with the new president...



"...and to remind him when he needs

to be reminded...



"...that failure should never lead

to despair.



"Despair looks only to the past...



" business...



"...and in love."



The future is now.



"The future is now.



"When our future president needs it...



"...Waring Hudsucker...



"...hereby bequeaths him...



"...his second chance."



Deliver that letter in the morning!



And so began     .



The New Year.



When he learned that Norville owned

the company, Sidney was upset at first.



It's a good thing Doc Bromfenbrenner

was there...



...because he was able to keep Sidney

from harming himself.



He prescribed a long rest in the sana....

In the sanatory....



In the booby hatch.



Now, Norville...



...he went on and ruled

with wisdom and compassion...



...and started dreaming up

them exciting new ideas again.



You know, for kids.



I had the boys down at R&D

throw together this prototype...


            our discussion could have focus...



...and to give you gentlemen of the board

a firsthand look.



That's the story of how Norville Barnes

climbed way up...


            the 44th floor

of the Hudsucker building...



...and then fell all the way down,

but didn't quite squish himself.



You know, they say there was a man

who jumped from the 45th floor.



But that's another story.


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