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Like I said, I started to tell you about this publicity stunt. I dreamed up for the Bureau of Better Business Promotion. Well, me and some businessmen with a few reporters, camera men and such were out of the airport. The Transworld Argus Flight 24 from Chicago. The Transworld Argus Flight 24 from Chicago. Now come on, come on, gang. This will be at gate five. Well, come on, bro. He follows boys and girls. Hey, Tiny, you got that camera hot? You got your oranges, Mr. Wilder? Yeah, I still think that three-piece band looks poultry-scent. A poultry-schmaltry, Mr. Wilder. What we care about is newspaper coverage. Now, stand back when they start coming through the gate. Well, another plane. Is this a horse racer? Is this a horse race? Boy, oh boy. I declare, I'm all over goosebumps. At the plane you're chartered, Al G, for all his relatives you're wringing in. Oh, why, Al, this deal's on the label. Who you kidding? He takes his cut coming and going. Why, Al, here they come, so stand back. You count, Wilder, and me and Mr. Allen will nab it. Now, the last number was, uh, 999,990. 10 to go. Okay. 991, 992, 993. Well, if I have to say so myself, I'm a pretty smooth operator. At this moment I had one client, the Bureau of B.B.P., and the stuff I dreamed up for them was a honey. This was the setup. Nab the one millionth Joe through the airport, be he male, female, or what have you, and give this lucky character a 24-hour whirl in the house. Pictures, prizes, tickets to this and that. And all the businesses had chipped in and it was a good fat kitty. And it worked out to be near the 4th of July, which was a great tie-in. So now, a herd of passengers was stampeding through gate five from two planes. The big Chicago plane and the little one from Houston. And all unbeknownst to them lightning was about to strike. 996. Hey, ain't this exciting for us, huh? Well, ain't it? 997. Hey, it's gonna be that good. 998. That guy in the gray hat's moving up there. 999. Hey, stand back, will ya? Hey, hey, you watch it, mister.  Hey, and the guy wins. He knocked the gal out of the running. One millionth. That's him. What's wrong, sir? I wanted to grab you. What do you want? Who are you? Look over here, mister. Over here. Look this way. What is this anyway? Hang the flowers around his neck. Oh, please. Let's go. You've made a mistake. Let's go.  I don't want my picture taken. Let's go.  Let me go, or I'll... As guests of the Bureau of B.B.P., from now on until the 4th of July, your hotel is paid for. You will visit the Lion Farm and... Mister, hold still. Pick on someone else. I don't want anything. You will lunch with a motion picture star, eat at a world-famous restaurant, be the recipient of many free gifts, gratis, a mix-linked cape, two dozen sports shirts, 2,000 cans of dog food, a free airplane pass anywhere in the whole wide world. What? Something strikes your fancy. An airplane pass to, uh, say, Brazil? Sure, sure, you name it. Yes, sir? Even to the romantic land of your dreams south of the board. Now, sir, what, uh, what is your name? I'm A.D. Thompson. Away you're from, Mister Thompson. Uh, Missouri. Is this man? Missouri. Yes, rugs, retired. Uh, did you and plane to here from Chicago or from Houston, Mister Thompson? Uh, Houston. Hold up one of these oranges, Mister Thompson, and tuck the crate under your arm. Oh. And smile. Smile. That's it. Snap a tiny. On behalf of the Great Valley Citrus Company, it gives me pride and pleasure to present you. So how was I to know that the trouble was giving me the lure? He looked sure, Fire. Mr. A.D. Thompson, middle-aged, middle-sized, middle-ugly. Mr. John Q. Public himself. In the meantime, that blonde, the one Mr. Thompson rammed out of line on the other side of the gate, is she'd been standing by listening. She was a tall, rangy, good-looking blonde, and, well, all of a sudden, she moved in on me. You running this pow-wow, Buster? By rights, all those prizes belong to me. Oh, no. Honey, play fair. Mr. Thompson here sides, White Mirror. I would have come through the gate ahead of him. Technically, Miss, Mr. Thompson came through first. Look, my shin hurts, and I don't like being shoved around. When I lose, I can make trouble, Buster. I can sue you cross-eyed, and you know it. Uh, that, that you can. That, that she can, Mr. Wilder. I saying that the bureau gets sued, you'll be... Well, now, Miss, now, the bureau wants to be perfectly fair and square with you, only I don't see how. How, in most contests where there's a tie, they have to give duplicate prizes, Mr. Wilder. Yeah, thanks a lot. Hey, yes, if that's right, we'll give duplicate prizes. Well, that's more like it. Okay, okay, music, boys. Ladies and gentlemen of the press, we have a Miss one and a million also. Tell the boys your name, honey. Where you from, and what you think of Sonny, California? Well, I'm Vera Valerie. I've lived all over. Just flew in from Chicago. Been singing in a place out there. A canary, boy. And I think California's just wonderful. Give us a big smile, Miss Valerie. Thank you. This way, Miss Valerie. Where's the guy with the grapefruit? So the doll was declared in, which was okay by me. In fact, every time she said hello, it was plain old nuclear fission with me. But that's not strictly a part of this story. Well, anyhow, from the airport, I carted Thompson and Vera Valerie to the hotel diplomat where I live myself, on a do-bill. There was considerable yammer about that extra free room gratis for Vera, but finally, the manager coughed up another single. There were some hours to kill before we could go out to the lion farm, so I took a cold shower, made a few calls, and then went in my way to the whispering pommel. Well, high time, Buster. I'm three up on you. Yeah, well, I got problems now. Henry, Henry, bring me a parson's pitfall. Hey, how they treating you, honey? What's the number of your room? Um, four something. 412, 420. Well, I know it's the fourth floor. Well, that I'll check. Yeah, I got headaches with this, stuntman. You're worth it, doll. Oh, bet. When I barged into the act, you wanted to wring my neck. No, no, no. I was only figuring how I could swing the whole show for you without Thompson. Oh, sweet. Well, since Wilder's promised double prizes... Yeah, but I got to deliver on Big Mouth's promises, and the fur joint says one make cape, period. Also, France World told me they aren't serving double passes to Brazil this season. But Thompson doesn't look like the main coat type to me. We can give them the... Oh, but, doll, it was a trip that you wanted. Oh, forget it. Only, why is Thompson so anxious to get the pass? Oh, no. Look, Buster, I bought the newspapers. Did you read this? Texas police hunt ruthless killer. Yeah, I noticed the headline line. Read the story. Sheriff's office, Pikesville, Texas reported discovery of two murdered men, highway 26, 12 miles northeast of town. Dead men members of gang who held up arcana oil companies offices in Pikesville. Why, I don't get the drift. Pikesville's near Houston, isn't it? Sort of. Yeah. Yeah. Police believe they were double-crossed by a third member of gang who shot them making off with entire loot from robbery. Notice how Thompson hung onto that briefcase? Nearly $100,000 in large denomination bills. Wow. The serial numbers are... No description of killer available. Interesting. You've got something. He wouldn't want to spend any of those bills here, but in Brazil. Do we tip off the cops? 100 grand. Huh? No, not yet there. Let me handle this, doll. I'll stall them on that pass to Brazil till we know for sure. You wouldn't make a deal with them, would you, bastard? Well, me? Well, that wouldn't be ethical. Well, we got to have proof, honey. Now, admit it. We got to have proof. Which was the truth, but not quite the whole truth. That, that I now admit. You see, the thought of that 100 Gs, it set me into a spin, and I wanted time to figure out how I could cut in on those sweet, crisp denarrals if I could prove that Thompson was my man. Well, that afternoon Thompson kind of played right into my hands. We were out to the lion farm. The boys were snapping pictures of Vera cuddling the king of beasts when Thompson, clutching that briefcase, pulled me off the one side. No more pictures of me, Zant, and keep the ones they took at the airport out of the papers. Keep them? Say, that wouldn't be ethical. What do you mean? Well, no paper's going to print two pictures on this stunt, and... No offense, Thompson, but whose puss would you choose if he was a desk man? Yours or Vera's? Which held him for the nuts, and I had one more angle of Mr. T that he was afraid somebody, some of where would know him from his pictures. Well, that evening, we were in from Mike Romanoff's and Sarah's and Slapsey Maxie's. For such a world, I always dress up like a dog's dinner, so I went up to my room to change. Come in, Zant. Close the door. Well, Thompson, what are you doing here? Waiting for me? Hey, you're not going to Romanoff's dress life? I'm not going out this evening. Yeah? Okay.  How soon do I get that ticket? Ticket, champ? To Brazil. How soon can I leave? Well, I guess there are flights every day to Mexico and from there to Brazil. Get my ticket for tomorrow night. Well, now, that's one of the prizes that you and Vera got the toss for you. Get that ticket tomorrow. Give her the mink, cake, give her anything, everything, but I want that airplane pass. Oh, it's clear you want it, but Vera... I want it and I'm going to have it. Ah, what, uh, would you have a little deal in mind? Deal? Or words to that effect? Maybe. Or maybe not. Get the ticket and we'll talk. But deal or not, Zant. There's nothing I won't do to get that pass.  Nothing. I understand. Nothing. Auto light is bringing you Jack Carson in the one millionth Joe. Tonight's production in radio's Outstanding Theatre of Thrills Suspends. Hey, Harlow, did you ever notice that if one ball player goes into a slump, the whole team seems to bog down? Well, that's natural, half. Each man is a vital part of the team, just as spark plugs are a vital part of the team that makes up the ignition system of your car. And auto light spark plugs are ignition engineered by the same auto light engineers who design complete ignition systems used as original factory equipment on many makes of America's finest cars. They have team spirit. Hey, Wilcox. Right, half. Auto light spark plugs are built to function as a perfect team with the coil distributor and all the other parts of the ignition system. Why, ignition engineered auto light spark plugs are world famous for their quality and dependability. 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Well, I'm willing and waiting. And now wait, wait up, boys. While you're still sober and able to listen. I got an announcement to make. You ought to all be at the airport tomorrow night for trans world's part in this stunt. The free pass. Where to? Who's going? The free pass it is. But I want you boys to have a little suspense. Just be at the airport from 10 p.m. on. One or another of our two winners will be taking off for parts unknown. But who or where to, you got to be there to see. Hey, Buster, you didn't tell me. Yeah. Well, come on, Vera. Let's, let's you and me bunny hug. I'll drink up you, Margie. Don't be bashful about asking for more of the same. Buster, you haven't talked. Come on, Vera. Oh, Buster, tell me. Now, come on. Just snuggle up and dance. Ah, smooth. I, um, I saw you and Thompson huddling at the land farm. Yeah. Well, he was telling me that he's camera shy. Oh, he is, isn't he? But later in my room, Thompson showed his teeth. Said I should hand it with a pass to Brazil or else. Oh, look, we got a tip off the cops. Oh, sure, honey, since we got proof. Proof? Yeah. This phony blows in from Houston clutching a briefcase to his breast. Nearly blows his top when you pick him out of the crowd until you mention an airplane pass. Not enough. Not enough. Look, if I call in the cops and Thompson turns out to be only a gink with a screw loose, I'm in trouble. Capital T trouble. You got to see my side. Then what are you doing to get more proof? Ah, that's where you come in, Buster. I think you could get Thompson to flash some of that dough if he has it. Come again? Well, I figure out some way to make him show his money. See if it comes out of the briefcase and if it's in big denomination bills. Oh, yeah. Maybe. Well, tackle the first thing in the morning. First thing in the morning, I'll get the ticker. Then the first chance we get, we compare notes. And if what I find out adds up, then you be packed and ready to leave tomorrow night. To Brazil? Maybe I want to go later. And maybe I want to go to Honolulu. Maybe. After the spouting I just did to the reporters, somebody's got to be in that plane or bluey my stunt. Which, so far as this story goes, wound it up for that night. Was she ever the deluxe type? I fully admit, she rocked me. Well, come morning I was up with the birds at theirabouts. I checked and found out that Vera had lassoed Mr. Thompson for breakfast. So far, so good. So I hustled myself down to Transworld and got the ticket. Long, green strip of confetti. Real and return. Then the big day commenced and Thompson came along. No doubt to keep an eye on me. So me and Vera weren't able to huddle until some hours later on a sound stage out of colossus pictures. When they've got this shot lined up, I'll introduce you folks to Vincent. He's the director. I'm producing this. Mr. Thompson, did you say you were in rug? Yes, retired. The rug we use in this set might interest you. That's a good idea, Arthur. Give the rug a once over, Mr. T. This way, Mr. Thompson, you see in a picture of the producer. Buster, I got him to show me his money. Yeah? Out of the briefcase? Yeah. He took the briefcase along to breakfast. How'd you work it? Well, I ordered everything I could see on the menu. Yeah, yeah. And when the waiter brought our check, it was almost 16 bucks. I fish around and my person said, how perfectly awful. I've only got $1.75 to my name. You will have to pay the check, Mr. T. And let me pay you back. Well, the waiter was standing off, giving us a cold eye. So Thompson unzips his briefcase a couple of inches and fishes out a $500 bill. Five Cs? I could have died. Stare till I was bug-eyed trying to read the serial number. And, Buster, you're going to be proud of me. The number was C1240653. What? You remember the whole number? Yeah. I got a mind for numbers. Never forgot a phone number or an address. What are you looking at? Oh, this is the list of serial numbers. Say that number again, doll. C1240653. That's it. One of the bills from the Pikesville holdup. You know, but if the hotel got it, they may check. Now, they don't have it. All of a sudden, Thompson grabbed the bill back and said, we don't have to pay for breakfast. That's part of the prize. So Mr. T thinks he can play around with me, eh? $100,000. So now, will you call the cops? Why is that? They're not so fast, honey. You said you'd let me handle this. Well, I gotta figure out something.  Which is how they sometimes treat us flax in Hollywood and us the backbone of the industry. Well, that's pictures. But I let it ride this time since it got me out of a tight squeeze with Vera. You see, this is how I had it figured. I'd put it up to Thompson what I needed. Then if he didn't cut me in for a healthy slice of 100 Gs, there was always the cops, from whom there was undoubtedly a big reward. That way, I could play for the big money and still hedge my bet. But I put it this way to Vera. I said, look, look, dream girl, you'll be ready to leave. That's all. What time does the plane take off, did you say? Well, uh, 11.40. We're gonna leave here by 11. And what happens to Thompson, Buster? Well, I'll get everything set for a quiet pinch just after we leave. It'll, it'll allow us at the stunt, darling, if it gets out that the bureau picked a hood for this world. I, I gotta protect my clients.  Oh, sure, Buster. I understand. So Vera was set up to take Mr. Thompson's place if it was no deal with him. If it was a deal, then Thompson would fly off to Brazil, leaving me unexpectedly wealthy. I was sure Vera was a sensible type of doll, not adverse to knowing a joe who was in the chips. Well, along about 9.30, I went knocking at Thompson's door. Come in. Well, sir, another day of California sunshine. Oh, you got it. You, uh, you said we'd have another talk. Oh, talk's cheap. All right, I'll level with you. I know your name isn't Thompson. I know why you didn't like being picked for this stunt. I know what's in that briefcase, and I know why you want to fly the coupe. Huh? You, uh, spoke yesterday about a deal. Yeah. How much? Fifty. Fifty dollars? Don't play footsie with me, Thompson. Fifty grand. Fifty thousand dollars. Fifty thousand dollars. Hot money like that, I'll have to trade off at a discount, but you'll be in Brazil getting your money's worth. Dollar for dollar. Just take your briefcase, Mr. T, and unzip. Just what do you think I have in this briefcase? I don't think. I know. Look, I'll tell you who I am and why, all about it. Time's a waste, Mr. Thompson. In 10 minutes, I call the cops. My name's Kirkwood. I came on the Chicago plane, not the one from Houston. Ah, Vera was on the Chicago plane. She never saw you. I came to Los Angeles to kill myself, Mr. Zant. To kill myself in such a way that I could never be identified. I'm going blind. I'll be totally blind six months from now. Oh, come now, really. What are you giving me, Thompson? Five years. For five years, I went to eye specialists. New York, Philadelphia, Canada, spend every cent I had trying to find a cure. Look, I got no time to brandish words with you. Then I heard of this one doctor, a Viennese refugee, lives in Rio. He's cured cases like mine, but my money was gone. Look, I'm going to fall. Oh, why don't you believe me? I have a daughter, Mr. Zant. All I can leave her is my insurance. I thought if I disappeared, if it could never be proved, I killed myself. That's why I didn't want to be recognized. That's why I grabbed for this wonderful chance this free trip to Brazil. And the briefcase, Mr. T, what's in the briefcase? Dynamite. Dynamite? I bet it's dynamite. You're some joker, Thompson.  So I couldn't be identified, yes. Oh, oh, oh. Let me see the dynamite, Mr. T, the crisp green dynamite. Don't touch that briefcase, Zant. Buster. Hey, Buster, I've been turning the place inside out to find you. Vera, leave us be. But I just remembered, it's daylight saving time here on the coast. That plane leaves an hour earlier. Buster, watch out! When I came to, there was Roman candles going off in my head, and Vera was tied to a chair with a towel stuffed in her mouth. The airplane ticket was going out of my wallet, of course, but I saw by my watch there was still time. Ten minutes later, we was in my car, Vera and me, halfway to the airport. I took a shortcut up through the hills and kept the gas pedal flat on the floor. It was a while before Vera said anything. Buster, this will really blow up your stunt if you have Thompson pinched at the airport. No two-bit hood's gonna push me around. Well, let's see if we can figure some way to get me on the plane quiet, and then after I've left, I'll... you nail Thompson. Forget it. Forget the stunt, doll. Now I'm on for blood. What time does that plane leave? I forgot. Eleven, forty daylight saving, ten, forty standard. Ah, that Thompson. Claimed he came in on the other plane, not the one from Houston. No kidding. I said right off! You would've known if he was on the same plane as you. That's right, Buster. And then when I ask about the briefcase, he says it's dynamite. After you saw that $500 bill with a serial number. That's right, Buster. Ha! Thompson didn't know the combination he was up against.  That's right, Buster.  And remembering that serial number, 100%, that's... it's funny, though. What's funny? Well, but that you couldn't remember your room number or the time the plane leaves. If you got the memory you say you have. That's right, Buster. Hey, it's you. It isn't, Thompson. You're the Texas hoodlum. This gun's loaded, Buster. Turn off at the next side road. You came on the Houston plane.  I played you for what you are. Step on it. Every last lead I got on, Thompson. I got from you. If I ever trust another doll... You won't live to worry about it, Buster. Turn, turn right here. Well, I'm trying to ticklish, so with various gun nudging my ribs, I turn. It's an old car, pre-war. It sounded like it was splitting at the seams.  End of the road, doll. It's a cop. I don't see any cops. But you see, I got the gun, doll. You see that, don't you? Well, Josephine here, she has a lovely habit. You give her too much gas, she resents it. She backfires. Bang, bang, bang. Which is tough on a doll's nerves if she's as jumpy as you are. Buster, look. You couldn't make a deal, could you? Say, 50 grand? Say, that wouldn't be ethical. Which was the truth, but not quite the whole truth. It was worth kissing 50 grand goodbye to turn Vera in after she calmed me the way I did, because one thing I can't stand being taken over the hurdles by a doll. So that wound up to stunts. Thompson?  And the doctor in Rio handled his case. His eyes are 100% now without cheaters. Me? Well, this Fourth of July, I have nothing on the docket. But have I dreamed up one whale of a stunt for Thanksgiving? Let's see what you think. The moviegoer who arrives at Grumman's Chinese exactly at midnight gets a free Mandarin's uniform, all the chops so he can eat. Suspense, presented by Auto Light. Tonight's star, Mr. Jack Carson. Say, Wilcox, have you made the Auto Light team? Well, you might say I'm a pitcher, Hap. I make the pitch for more than 400 products made by Auto Light for cars, trucks, planes, and boats in 28 plants, coast to coast. These include complete electrical systems used as original equipment on many makes of America's finest cars. Generators, coils, distributors, voltage regulators, wire and cables, starting motors, electric windshield wipers. All engineered to fit together perfectly, work together perfectly because they're a perfect team. 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I'm a little bit late on these two, but it's time for another manga first impressions. Hey everybody, welcome back to the channel. Gio here. I have to be completely honest with you guys. I kind of wasn't really looking forward to reading these two series from the basic premise. I wasn't really that excited about them. I had a couple of requests and I wanted to honor that because people, I guess, people wanted to hear my opinion on it because I already did a first impressions on Ayashimon and Dororon and stuff like that. So yeah, I'm always willing to read new stuff. It's just the premise for these two manga wasn't necessarily to my liking. Protect Mishugomaru is written and illustrated by Daiki Ihara and it follows essentially the story of this pipsqueak bodyguard who's tasked to protect Msinagi, the heir to the Ojo conglomerate, from the assassin known as Skull. What do I think about this series? Now, this isn't exactly my cup of tea. This is a series that heavily relies on slapstick humor and the absurdity and cartoonish world that these characters inhabit, our pipsqueak bodyguard. He's not necessarily the brightest. His heart is in the right place. He made a vow to protect Sinagi ever since they were younger and now that she is in, I believe, high school, he is a little bit younger, but nonetheless he finds a way to sneak into high school and fool everybody into believing that he's one of the students there. He's pretty clueless and doesn't understand sarcasm or anything at all because Sinagi is constantly angry that our bodyguard doesn't let her do anything. He's overprotective to a comedic effect. A bee would fly into the room and he would do everything imaginable to destroy that bee because this thing might be lethal to Sinagi and be orchestrated by the character of Skull. We don't really know who Skull is. We just know he's super bad and our bodyguard will do everything imaginable to stop him.  It's not taking itself too seriously. The character of Sugomaru, he's a kind-hearted kid. He is honest to a fault and he's going to do everything to protect the main character and sometimes that may annoy the characters and that may annoy the reader as well. I don't see this manga advancing steadily in the character development area. I just see this as being more episodic in nature of them trying to stop potential assassination attempts whether it's in school or another setting or we eventually find out who Skull is and the fights that are going to ensue. A lot of the violence in this manga relies more on zany slapstick humor which has its audience and obviously is a lot more juvenile compared to other stuff that was in the catalog from Shonen Jump. It may not be for me specifically and I kind of want to do continue reading it just to see how it evolves and to see if there is any actual progression to the character stories. The art style is outlandish and super cartoony. It may not be for everybody. I don't necessarily love it but I don't mind it either. I'm okay with stuff like this all the time because I do enjoy silly premises in my manga and comics. True to the nature of the story it doesn't hold back with the exaggerated effects and gags. You literally see characters being electrocuted and surviving as well as sword wounds or axe wounds I guess not being as fatal and it's all played for laughs and there's honestly no imminent danger when it comes to this story as of the initial chapters. That might change, that may not, we will see. But overall it's just a fun, silly, lighthearted, funny series. However, do I see it sticking around for long? Honestly I think I can see this manga being cancelled at some point because the plot there's not a whole lot there. It's fairly simple and if you like it that's great more power to you. I'm just giving you my impressions on it and what I think. I think it's a little bit too zany and wacky for its own good but then again you have stuff like high school family that for some reason is still going and you have more gag comedy like me and Roboco and stuff like that where even though it's episodic in nature and the premise is totally absurd you keep coming back for more and more each week a nice palette cleanser from all the craziness out there so I get it I get people wanting to enjoy something lighthearted like this. Sho Ha Shoten a high schooler who submits jokes to radio shows and a former child actor aiming for the top of the comedy world. Like with the previous manga this one I was not interested whatsoever. The saving grace here is the art which is by Takeshi Obata. You know him from classic series like Death Note, Platinum End, Bakuman, stuff like that. So I was interested because of the art. I wasn't expecting much from this manga because it's comedy based and I find it, for me at least, I find it kind of difficult to laugh and enjoy a comedy series when I'm reading it. If it's an anime with the added gags and the timing and delivery of the lines and stuff like that I can understand that and enjoy it and laugh but with a written book with a manga for me it's a little harder to laugh out loud at stuff that at the stuff that they're doing and saying and all that but I have to be completely honest with you. The writer Akinari Asakura I think he's doing a really interesting job with this series. I'm not necessarily laughing at the jokes and what's happening when it's humor based but the plot is really interesting and really wholesome and I'm really looking forward to more and more chapters. As of this video only three are out because it's a monthly series instead of a weekly thing and the chapters are double-sized if I remember correctly so you get a lot of material there, a lot of bang for your buck and overall just the fact that one you have the character and I am terrible with the name so I'm reading them off from a from my monitor over there.  He is famous because of his jokes and written material however he has crippling anxiety when it comes to public speaking and facing people in crowds and stuff like that speaking up and standing for himself something happens early on where potentially the love of his life leaves and he's not able to win her back she wants him to tell him something funny or a joke and he just chokes and freezes up and that's a recurring theme when it comes to that character which I found really interesting wholesome and motivational because you see that he wants to progress he wants to get better at that and he finds that outlet through comedy with the character of Taiyo Higashikata who was a former child prodigy actor that started in a drama and now wants to make it to the you know the comedy scene and be a successful comic and he has his own ambitions as well a very endearing one his friend former comedic partner sadly passed away so he wants to be famous and make everybody laugh so that laugh can that that whole wave of laughter can reach up to the heavens up to his friend and I found that super wholesome and endearing and I'm just rooting for these two characters now the humor in Japan is very different from what you're used to in Europe or North America or Latin America everybody's different when it comes to jokes and routines slapstick humor for example is very different across the world or dark humor or whatever subgenre of comedy or stand-up and all that stuff I'm not necessarily funny I don't necessarily follow a lot of comics and stand-ups and all that stuff it's not really my wheelhouse per se my my humor is kind of bizarre and odd compared to most people but I find the story of these two characters fascinating and the fact that it is a comedy manga mixed in with tropes of like sports manga and coming of age stories and slice of life I think it's a really nice mash-up of ideas that look and and sound well on paper and I'm really excited to see where the story flows from there the art is phenomenal I love how clean and nice everybody looks even the background characters look really nice and that is of course because you have a an expert in Obata doing the character designs they all look flawless and and gorgeous and I'm looking forward to that as well to see more characters and and to see how the characters present themselves on stage in public and all that just a really nice unexpectedly wholesome series I wasn't a fan of it going in and and I'm I'm all in now I'm a fan I can't wait for more so definitely the highlight of the two in my honest opinion so yeah what are your thoughts on these two new manga I know I was a little bit late on this but I wanted to give them more chapters because I wasn't sure at first if I wanted to read them but I'm interested to see where they're going specifically with uh show 10 but what about you guys have you read these two let me know in the comment section down below and if you haven't what are some of your favorite comedic zany wacky manga that you think I should check out thank you everybody for liking commenting subscribing and being a part of a week in geeked him I truly do appreciate it if you want to see more content like this be sure to subscribe and hit the notification bell I do content like this going over anime and manga all that fun stuff that's it for now thank you everybody for tuning in god bless stay safe out there I will catch all of you on our next video