More from the Mocambo

Egged on by feistyheinz’s eggstraordinary “Egged by the Mob”, I hereby present a personal favorite, wherein chicken Jimmie Fidler learns not to fiddle around with Errol Flynn, followed by Mrs. Fidler forking Flynn, proving herself to be no chicken and no second fiddle to Jimmie, her loud-mouthed, chicken-hearted, lily-livered hubbie.

Thanks to E.L. Flynn, the chickens finally came home to roost at The Mocambo for crabby Jimmie Fidler, Late September 1941.