The Girls From Earth

Countdown for Blastoff. X-5, 4, 3, 2, X-1, fire. From the far horizons of the unknown, come transcribed 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 maybe worlds. The National Broadcasting Company, in cooperation with galaxies, science, fiction magazine, presents... X...X...X-X-X-X... ...minus-minus-minus-minus-minus-minus-minus-minus-minus-minus-minus-minus-minus-minus-minus-minus-minus-minus-minus-minus-minus-minus-minus... ...tonight...the Girls From Earth, by Frank M. Robinson.

Mike Mcdonald is the name of a firm of Beagle and McDonald's interplanetary promotions number one-park avenue New York. Drop in sometimes... brand new offices... had him decorated by one of the biggest guys in the business.

You know, it's hard to believe that only six months ago me and Charlie Beagle my associate was stranded in a one tank mining town on Mars Let me tell you about it. Here comes the waiter play it cool. Yeah, but we got no doubt it cool I'll have the sirloin one Sir line earth or Martian what's the difference?

Well, the earth sirloin's from genuine steers $24 a pound the Martian sirloin's from the domestic sloopers two dollars Charlie you have a taste it sloopers? We'll have the domestic. Very good. A beverage? Johnny Coffee.

We ran out of coffee in 1997. Haven't been able to get any. Try the muggled juice. Muggled juice? That's a Martian vegetable. That's a pleasant narcotic effect. You better make it whiskey. Whiskey? That we got.

Fine. My friend will have the same. Yes, sir. Mike, would your mind tell me how we're going to pay for this sleuther steak? Relax. I'm thinking. And even more important, how are we going to get out of this berg?