one more year.
Holling!
I almost busted a gut
waiting for you to come home.
Are you finished doing
the wild thing like Tolstoy, babe?
I sure am.
What ya got there?
That is my young stag.
Shelly, I was sitting out in the woods.
My gun was ready and loaded.
I was downwind of the slough.
I was really prepared.
And then suddenly,
I just fell asleep.
I don't know how long.
But when I opened my eyes...
the sun was about to set,
and there he was.
You didn't kill him.
No, I didn't.
By then, I didn't need to.
Shelly, I didn't need to go out there
and kill anything.
I just needed to go out there.
Shell, I fell asleep...
and I slept without dreams.
I hate this business
of stepping out of the scene.
But you were impressive.
You really took the bull by the horns.
I didn't know you had it in you.
Really?
Yeah.
Oh, come on, Fleischman.
You're usually complaining
about this or that.
But sometimes in a pinch,
or if you're in your office
giving some poor kid a flu shot,
you surprise me, Fleischman.
Are you flirting with me?
I'm just merely saying that
beneath that whiny,
abrasive exterior of yours,
I sometimes get a tiny, eensy glimpse
of something almost manly.
Hi, Chris.
How you doing?
Oh, I feel bad.
But I guess it feels kind of good.
I think I'm startin'
to transmute the experience already.
Yeah. You were apple juice.
Now, you're apple cider.
? What'll I do?
? When you are far away?
? And I am blue?
? What'll I do?
? What'll I do?
? When I am wondering?
? Who?
? Is kissing you?
? What'll I do?
? What'll I do?
? With just a photograph?
? To tell my troubles to?
? When I'm alone?
? With only dreams of you?
? That won't come true?
? What'll I do?
? That won't come true?
? What'll I do?Okay, make a gentle 60
to the right and pull out.
We ought to go away
for a couple of days.
We haven't done that
in a long time.
Yeah.
Somewhere where
they warm the towels.
Let me see. Make a 30 to the left,
holding altitude.
How am I doing?
You'll pass.
Course, sleeping with
the examiner doesn't hurt.
Let's go home.
What are you doing?
Hmm?
The signal light.
Oh, yeah.
It's, uh- It's red.
Hello, Cicely, rise and shine.
This is K-Bear, Chris in the Morning.
Hey, there's Shelly puttin' out
the breakfast special.
Everybody come on down
and let me buy ya a free breakfast, huh?
Today, a belated apology to
the much-maligned Chicken Little.
Turns out you were right.
The sky is falling.
The National Space Administration informs us
that Uncle Sam's Comsat 4 satellite...
is in a rapidly decaying orbit.
That's their way of saying
a ton of angry space trash...
is heading back home
at 15,000 miles an hour.
So what does that make me think of?.
Makes me think of a triceratops...
innocently munching a palm frond,
when out of the sky, whammo!
A meteor sucker punches
old Mother Earth.
Next thing ya know, that triceratops...
and a hundred and 75 million years
of dinosaur evolution's nothin' but history.
So, for the unsung triceratops and all his kin,
this here song's for you.
This will make an outstanding
bed and breakfast.
Did I tell you that this home
is being considered...
for historical monument status?
The original owner was Ivбn Lubov.
Course you know who he was.
Made a fortune in beaver hats.
Anyway, in 1911, he built this
dream home for his bride.
It's got real Italian marble.
There's, uh,
genuine rosewood floors
underneath this...
and, uh, teak moldings.
It's amazing what a man'll do
for a little woman. Heh-heh!
Uh, all it needs is a coat of paint, some Spackle.
It's move-in condition.
Give us a second.
We're prepared to offer 44,000.
Gentlemen-
the, uh, asking price is 55.
Well, that's just out of the question.
We could go up to 46,500,
but that's it.
You fellas have yourselves a deal.
Shelly?
Shelly, could I have a refill?
Ah, you horny toad.
No, I'm just a bear
who wants his honey.
Mmm-mmm.
Hi.
The F.A.A. called.
You