This time around, the fellow finds a flea who sings, not as hysterically lampooning as the frog did, but a bit more sincere, opera, the flavor of the day and so on.
He loses the flea at one time on a dog, then finds it again on a bum's coat.
The music deal is made, and our man goes to a local bar to celebrate.
"Where did a bum like you get money?" the bartender asks.
"Right here! See this flea!" and the bartender responds in kind by swatting the pestilence, causing our man to go pasty white, as we learned from the start, he has been for 13 years.
Cartoon ends with no joke, only the bartender saying he will feed the shellshocked fellow as he feels obliged to do.
He loses the flea at one time on a dog, then finds it again on a bum's coat.
The music deal is made, and our man goes to a local bar to celebrate.
"Where did a bum like you get money?" the bartender asks.
"Right here! See this flea!" and the bartender responds in kind by swatting the pestilence, causing our man to go pasty white, as we learned from the start, he has been for 13 years.
Cartoon ends with no joke, only the bartender saying he will feed the shellshocked fellow as he feels obliged to do.