The Man In The Moon

Count down for blast off. X minus 5, minus 4, minus 3, minus 2, X minus 1, fire. From the far horizons of the unknown come tales of new dimensions in time and space. These are stories of the future.

Adventures in which you'll live in a million could be years on a thousand would-be worlds. The National Broadcasting Company presents... Minus! Minus! One! One! Tonight's story, The Man in the Moon. Attention!

Attention! This is the Federal Bureau of Missing Persons calling all local agencies. Attention! This is a coded report nationwide, missing since nine o'clock this morning the following persons, Smiggly, Jonathan, five feet eight inches tall, brown hair, brown eyes, mastoid scar behind right ear, last seen wearing blue top coat and tan cap, wanted by loss and

hello get off this wavelength this is a restricted band. Hello, hello earth. Oh whoever you are you're on a coated wavelength. Tune out, this frequency is reserved for the Federal Bureau of Missing Persons. Hello earth, this is the moon calling earth.

Hello earth. Guys, loony. Chicken transmission. Jake, there's Charlie in the code room. Some crackpot is on our frequency. I heard him Charlie. I've got CQ trying to trace a source now. We should have a triangulation any second.

Well hurry it up. We'll use some hammers in for a good step fine by the FCC. Yeah, now to take his license away. Here comes Lenny with the direction of fiction. Right. Thank you. What's this?

This is impossible. What's going on down there? How about it? Get that ham out of my kilosycles. Now listen Charlie, unless this is a gag, that interference is being beamed from 240,000 miles away. Aw, now Jake, you know there ain't no such thing as 240,000 miles away.