Reminding me of mornings where I'm rushing to get ready, finding out that there is only cold water in the shower, a shoelace breaks after I've stubbed my toe, and that my keys have fallen off my end table to a place difficult to get behind. Besides the avalanche of everything falling as I try to move things carefully, everything goes smoothly even as I curse. This is how I relate to comics like Laurel and Hardy, and of course, when I end up with a toothache in the middle of the night, I discover that the last of the aspirin is gone.
After a night of no sleep (and being evicted by the landlord of making too much noise for what Stanley and Oliver go through in the middle of the night), they head to the dentist where it I surprising that anybody has teeth left after the visit. Of course, Oliver ends up being in the chair instead of Stanley. Oliver wakes up in the dentist chair, knows something is wrong, and fidgets with his tongue in the realization of what happens. There's then the outcome of the laughing gas leading to mayhem on the streets. An absolute classic that will have fans of really good comedy in stitches!
After a night of no sleep (and being evicted by the landlord of making too much noise for what Stanley and Oliver go through in the middle of the night), they head to the dentist where it I surprising that anybody has teeth left after the visit. Of course, Oliver ends up being in the chair instead of Stanley. Oliver wakes up in the dentist chair, knows something is wrong, and fidgets with his tongue in the realization of what happens. There's then the outcome of the laughing gas leading to mayhem on the streets. An absolute classic that will have fans of really good comedy in stitches!