ON THE ABC WEEKEND SPECIAL SATURDAY MORNING MOVIE:
"Marital Problems. They happen to the best of them." - The J.A.M.
WALT DISNEY PICTURES PRESENTS / PRESENTA / APRESENTA
Dale and Foxglove had been married for five months now…
A NIGHTMARE…
"Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore,"
A MONSTER TOO FAMILIAR…
The monster turned around, and all saw its face.
Its *horrible* face.
START A DODGING GAME…
"Foxy! We overslept! We have to take the next shift in the rescue!!"
FULL OF WORK…
"… Chip, we're sorry we've been slackin' off."
FULL OF ILLNESS…
But wasn't that impossible? How could he have given in to human germs-?
FULL OF EXERCISE…
It was interesting how much Foxglove managed to get done today..
FULL OF SABOTAGE…
She heard something topple.
And slowly the room got brighter and brighter.
And then sulphur wasn't the only thing she was smelling.
FULL OF SUSPICION…
"That is, they have no motive that we know about, so there's the possibility that they're not telling us everything that's going on with them."
FULL OF PAIN…
Oh no. No.
"But what? Did Dale-" He just couldn't bring himself to ask the question.
It was so unlikely of Dale, and yet, when placed under the right circumstances,
he was willing to *kill*, but then again, he would kill to *defend* her. Could
another set of circumstances have happened that might have caused him to-to-
"----*hurt* you?"
FULL OF LIES…
"Dale," said Chip, after a deep breath. "Are-are you okay?"
For a long moment, Dale didn't answer. Slowly, he turned to the wall, put a
tired paw on it, looked down, and replied,
"I-I'm-fine, Chip."
"Really?" asked the Detective.
"Yes."
"No problems at all?"
"No."
"You sure?"
"Yes."
"Are you hungry?"
FULL OF ANGST…
"I can't believe that you're doing this to her," he growled.
"Oh? And do you think I *enjoy* making her suffer?"
"Dale, if you keep this up, she'll have legal grounds for a divorce."
"IKNOWTHAT!!" he chattered, bristling and stiffening his features
while whirling to face him, flailing his paws about. "BUTYOUDIDN'TSEEWHATISAW!!!"
"What *did* you see?" A long moment passed.
"Something *horrible*…"
"Dale-" she sobbed, "Dale-I-I need you-" He, on the other paw, just turned again to look at his pathetic reflection in the mirror
She couldn't cry anymore.
FULL OF MYSTERY…
"Chip, I know you'll probably bonk me for this, but as I was flyin' around, I ended up in-in East Staten Island Park."
FULL OF TEMPTATION…
And she was a bat.
A *female* bat.
In the middle of *autumn*.
And while she may be married, as the ring around her thumbclaw proclaimed, that
may not necessarily be enough to deter any male bat who might have questionable
intentions. Why, any male bat could take one whiff from her from across the
park and fly straight to her and grab her and begin to kiss her and-
FULL OF FEAR…
There it was again.
That FACE.
That *HORRIBLE* FACE..
The pipistrell's fright increased ten-fold. She covered her muzzle with her
wings in terror. There was no mistaking it now:
THE NIGHTMARE STRIKES…
-and slammed Dale into the ground.
AND ONLY ONE CAN STOP IT…
TRESS MACNEILLE
"DON'T EXPLAIN, PLEASE."
COREY BURTON
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
TRESS MACNEILLE
"G-G-G-G-G-G-G-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-LY-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-TH-TH-TH-TH-A-A-A-A-N-N-K-K-K-K-S-S-S-S-S-S-N-N-N-O-O-O-O-O-E-E-E-E-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-G-G-U-E-E-E-E-E-E-S-S-S-TH-TH-TH-TH-I-I-I-I-I-S-S-S-S-S-W-W-W-W-W-O-O-O-O-R-R-R-R-K-K-K-K-S-S-S-S-S-T-T-T-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-W-W-W-W-W-W-E-E-E-E-E-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-?-?-?-?-?-!-!-!-!"
JIM CUMMINGS
"WHAT!! 'E didn't BEAT ye, did 'e???!!!"
COREY BURTON
"Aye aye!"
APRIL WINCHELL AS FOXGLOVE
"AAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!"
JAMES EARL JONES
"**…………………WHY………DID………YOU…MAKE…ME…THIS…WAY?????!!!!!**"
SPECIAL APPEARANCES BY
JIM CUMMINGS
"Hey, look! Newcomers!!"
KATHLEEN HELPPIE-SHIPLEY
"This is all your fault!!"
HENRY GIBSON
"Planet? Why do you ask that? Why would this planet be any other?"
JO ANNE WORLEY
"Horsing? What's a horse?"
ALAN OPPENHEIMER
"Hey, you're the strangest creatures I've ever seen…"
BILL SCOTT
"How did you get here? And what are you doing here?"
STAN FREBERG
"Oh-oh. It looks like something is going to ruin everyone's perfect day."
ENVISION
The conversation was suddenly interrupted by what sounded like a mix between a shriek and a chatter, only it was in the bass rage, and it had a volume level of about 100 decibels.
STOMP
I DREAM OF THE NEW RANGER