Ah, it's good to be back! Let's celebrate with a look at Pep Comics #27:
Singing never looks right in comics. But they did it a lot back in the Golden Age.
WHOA! I'm not touching that one.
Did I mention they loved to show singing?
I presume he's either standing in the glow of a light somewhere or he has megadosed on carotene.
Good idea, Shield! Since today seems to be all about singing, let's check out The Cure!
Okay, that's not what he probably meant.
He's a Nazi spy, Dusty! Kick him in the nards!
Um... Dusty? You on vacation or something?
I'm not suggesting I'm a hero by any stretch of the imagination, but it seems like Dusty is off to a slow start there...
Great, Boy Detective! It's a shame you couldn't have done that moments ago when you were standing right next to him and it was revealed that he was a Nazi spy.
But apparently, Dusty did not beat him to a pulp, because we had this encounter a few pages later:
Okay, Dusty! To review: He's got a gun and he just shot a defenseless old man, so you should probably act while you've still got the element of sur-
OH, FOR THE LOVE OF....!
THERE! Was that so hard?
You mustn't die, Paul! Lest the Shield find out I may be a "spectacular boy detective," but that really doesn't translate into combat skills!
See you Monday!