If they're getting "fatal and unusual diseases," it's probably from sneaking out behind the rocks with the camels.

CAUTION: Gratuitous Use of Lenny Bruce follows:

Mask Man: A present? For the children? Alright I'll do it -- no ashtrays, though. . . . Gimme the Indian over there!



City official: Who, Tonto?

Mask Man: Yes, I want Tanta, or whatever the spic-half-breed's name is. I'll take him.

City official: Spic half-breed?! God-damn, you can't have Tonto.

Mask man: Bullshit! You made the deal, and that's what I want: I want Tanta the Indian!

City official: Look, buddy, his name ain't Tanta, its Tonto and you can't have Tonto.

Mask man: Bullshit! I want Tanta, I want Tanta the Indian!

City official: God-damn you, you hippy freak, I wanna tell you -- What the hell do you want Tonto for, anyway?

Mask Man: To perform an unnatural act.

City official: What?

Mask Man: You heard me: to perform an unnatural act.

City official: The Mask Man is a fag! God-damn! The Mask Man is a fag! The masked Fag Man! Oh, Lord! I'm getting dizzy. Don't look at him kids! The bad Fag Man. Oh! {Spluttering.] The Masked Bad Fag Damn Man. You fag bastard, you! God-damn it, kids! Mask Man, I never knew you were that way!

Mask Man: I'm not a fag, but I've heard so much about it, I've read a lot of exposes on how bad it is, and I want to try it, just once. . . . You know? I like what they do with fags in this country: the punishment is quite correct and consistent with the rest of the law: lock 'em up with a bunch of other men -- hmmm, very clever. . . . Uh, wash him up and get him ready! And, uh, I tell you what, uh -- give me that white horse, too.

City official: [Pause.] What do you want that horse for?

Mask man: For the act.

City official: You twisted fag bastard! The horse for the act!

The horse: Nay-ay-ay-ay!

City official: Get off him, Tanta, that's terrible!

Mask Man (riding off): Hi ho, Silver!