Charlies Nightmare

Danger Bill, warrior of the woodland, struggling against extreme odds, traveling dangerous trails, fighting the many enemies of nature. This is the job of the Guardian of the Forest, Ranger Bill, pouring rain, freezing cold, blistering heat, snow, floods, bears, rattlesnakes, mountain lions.

Yes, all this in exchange for the satisfaction and pride of a job well done. Oh, holy hurt. It's an air raid. William, for land sakes, what's that terrible siren wailing about? Is it an air raid?

I'm not sure, mother. What a sound sleep I was in. What's it be an air raid? You're top civil defense man. They're calling you. Relax, pal. That's the way I'm in it now. Hey, it's Johnny. What's all the racking about?

Something flying around up there. We can't identify it. No joking. You call central control? Yes, but they can't identify it either. It's some kind of a jet job. What do you mean some kind? Is it a bomber or fighter?

That's just the trouble. We can't identify it. Well who sounded the alarm? I did after I talked with central. They're sending out a fighter squadron right now. All right. I'll be there right away. Is it the real thing? It looks that way, Henry.

Wow. Mother, you better go down to the cellar. I don't want to go down there alone. I'll ask Julia to come over and sit in the cellar with me. Alright, you do that, but hurry up.

Land's sakes, this is too much for us old- Dressed! Oh my, let's go! Leader to group, close up. Close up. Yellow wonder leader, this is the real thing major. It sounds like a cliff. Leader to group, test your guns, test your guns. Knock off the chatter.