 I might mess things up. Why, silly, the bank takes care of everything. It always has for me. Now, all you have to do is sign these papers here. Sign them? But I can't, Mother. You see my hand, the bandage. Oh, isn't that a shame? Yes, I forgot that you couldn't write. Well, it'll be all right in a couple of days, so I can take the bandage off then. Oh, somebody's whistling for you, Bud.