Molly gets onto Fibber about his poor language. Grammar that is, not profanities. Although when a window shade frustrates Fibber, he slips into a little dad-dratted vulgarities. Lena pops in with her own ideas on the use of good grammar. Teeny pops in to hear how funny Fibber sounds as he makes improvements to his grammar and diction. What will Teeny have to say about slang, and tips on remembering what her teacher said about grammar. Billy Mills plays, I Believe.
As Fibber waxes eloquent with vocabulary, Doc Gamble enters to be amazed. Doc is less than impressed, and compares Fibber to a former patient he once dealt with. Fibber continues to wage war on his battle of words when Harlowe Wilcox tries to make sense of the vocabulary speewing forth from Fibber’s mouth. Has Harlowe ever made a slip of the tongue?
Molly has made a bet that Fibber won’t say the word, “ain’t.” So far he’s holding up well. Wallace Wimple tells about putting a turtle into a girdle of his big old wife Sweetie Face. The Kingsmen sing, Ain’t We Got Fun.
The always eloquent Mayor Latrivia pops in to learn about Fibber’s attempt at stuffy language. Somehow, the McGees get confused over tense… er… make that tents. Can the Mayor dig himself out of this hole? Nope, I feel another flustered, slow burn coming on. There’s still a matter of a $5 bet to be won. Will anybody slip up and say ain’t?