Fibber McGee And Molly – Christmas Shopping. ep35, 351209

A digital artwork that features a stylized Christmas tree made of various shades of blue and white circles, triangles, and lines. The tree is set against a navy blue background, and its branches and ornaments are intricately designed with snowflakes, stars, and abstract shapes. The text "Celebrate the Season with Peace" is written in white cursive letters at the bottom, and a small white dove is perched on one of the branches.

As the McGee’s go to the Wistful Vista department store, Rico Marcceli plays a little travelling music to open the show. Pushing through the crowds, Fibber flirts with pretty passersby as the McGee’s make their way to the toy department. Molly is interested in dolls, while Fibber plays drums, toots horns, shoots a bow and arrow, and generally causes a load of embarrassment for Molly. Kay Donough sings, Red Sails in the Sunset.

Will Fibber be tempted by that Jack in the box? It turns out to be a Pandora’s box when Harlowe Wilcox pops out with a commercial. Rico Marcceli is back to play a mellow tune. The bad puns, and flirtations from Fibber keep coming as he and Molly make their way to the tobacco department. Tampa McGee brags about his plantation in Costa Rico, the one right next to the rubber plantation. What does that combination of plantations create to bring fortunes to McGee?

Molly shops, and Fibber is distracted by a radio broadcast from Brittain, a gimmick designed to lead into a commercial. Rico Marcceli follows up with a song, You Are My Lucky Star. Through all his troublemaking, Fibber seems to have gotten off the hook, but his luck may not hold out. In epilog, Harlowe Wilcox tells about an award their bandleader has just won.

Note: Ever wonder where that old cliche about coming to the end of your ope comes from? Something Fibber says in this episode could hold a clue. He refers to his cigar as a rope. When you’re at the end of your cigar, you’re done smoking it. When you’re at the end of your rope, you’ve reached the end of your limits of patience, nerves, or whatever the situation might be. Interesting. Why is a cigar nicknamed a rope? Good question. Bad cigars have a reputation of smelling particularly bad, like a rope that’s burning.