One of those gangs of Arab spies who use to infest Wall Street in their colorful native costumes steals a super-secret bomb formula from Edmund Breese's safe. Naturally he blames his office boy, Ray Cooke. Breese's daughter, Marion Shockley, tells Torchy the way back into her father's graces is to join his lodge, the Turtles.... but they have rough initiations. She drives him to what they imagine is the lodge hall, which is where the Arab gang is waiting, expecting a master spy, for whom they mistake Cooke.
It's a series of events that could happen to anyone, including the sequence where Cooke shoots out every bullet from a Thompson machine-gun without harming a dozen or so men and two lions.
For some reason, I thought this one too stupid to be funny.
It's a series of events that could happen to anyone, including the sequence where Cooke shoots out every bullet from a Thompson machine-gun without harming a dozen or so men and two lions.
For some reason, I thought this one too stupid to be funny.