Topper has his day in court, over a parking ticket.

The bank is robbed, the Kerbys ride to the rescue.

Feathering your nest, you might say.

The Kerbys arrange an entertainment of sorts.

Topper comes into money, but is it a dry hole?

Chess by the fire beats chess by wire, what?

Government business, that sort of thing.

Who needs it?

Cosmo mishears his diagnosis, prepares to join George and Marion.

Topper is drafted. Just SNAFU.

In quarantine.

Topper's playing Scrooge, the Kerbys haunt his holidays.

Always a festive occasion.

Cheering up someone else, playing charades as servants for the cook's parents, why not, hm?

A monkey's uncle.

Back to the fittest. Survival, you know.

After the teller gone south of the border.

Topper is assigned by the bank to find a wealthy but unknown depositor of railroad stock now worth six-and-a-half million dollars.

Entertaining the client.

Beating the bookie.

The old bean gets beaned and knows not the Kerbys.

A chic sheik, but is he for real?

A freeway? Over George & Marion's dead bodies!

A studio loan.

The Prisoner of Zenda