The Kilroys #9

When Edgar's old jalopy embarrasses him so much he won't drive it, his sons Natch and Jackson decide to surprise him with a fresh paint job—using a spray-gun attachment from the household vacuum cleaner. But Edgar has other ideas, and hires a professional painter to do the work, setting off a hilarious mix-up that leaves everyone confused about who's actually painting the car. It's a simple good deed that spirals into pure comedic chaos, with the Kilroys learning there's more than one way to get a job done.

Two teen pals spot a sharp coat in a haberdashery window and hatch a scheme to both own matching ones—but after one of them scrapes together the cash, his friend discovers the coat's been snatched by a rival. What follows is a clever bit of scheming involving a street sweeper, a snobbish neighbor, and a charity clothes drive that just might turn the tables. It's a fast-paced romp that proves you don't always need money to get what you want—just a good head on your shoulders and a partner willing to help pull off the con.

When a midget racer pulls into town for Sunday's big race, the Kilroys get a chance to help its owner find a driver—and Natch jumps at the opportunity to get behind the wheel. His parents put their foot down hard, but Natch's determination and a clever suggestion from the car's owner set up a scheme that's bound to backfire in the most comedic way possible.

When Natch tells his girl Judy that he's staying home to study algebra, she accepts a last-minute invitation to watch the new television set at Wilbur Morton's house—only to spot Natch in the live broadcast from the wrestling matches, caught red-handed at ringside with his pal Jackson. Now Natch has some fast explaining to do, and Wilbur's scheme to win Judy over backfires in the best way possible. It's a fun 1948 romp about how television's all-seeing eye can't keep secrets, no matter how smooth your excuse.

Two baby sitters, Myrtle and a friend, land a job minding a house for the evening—but their unconventional problem-solving (like hammering cigarette ashes up through the ceiling instead of cleaning the floor) turns the night into pure mayhem. When the parents return and discover the chaos, things escalate in hilariously unexpected directions, all wrapped up in the rapid-fire, slapstick humor that defined 1948 comics.