Marionettes Inc

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 St. Smith of a astounding science fiction presents.

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. Minus, minus, minus, minus, minus, minus, one, one, one. Tonight, a Ray Bradbury story. Marionettes Incorporated. By the year 1990, we should see many amazing technological advances.

And yet in many ways, life will be very much the same. A husband will stop off at a bar on his way home, and perhaps unburden himself a little to a friendly bartender. Oh, that's good.

I almost feel as if I could go home and face, Nettie, now. Life trouble, Mr. Smith? Yeah, wife trouble, Sam. If only she'd relax a little bit. Look, you see this bruise on my lip?

She kisses me. For an hour every night when I come home. Can you do anything for it? Well, I try, Sam. You can't figure them out. Well, I guess I'll go home and feed myself to the lioness.

I tell you, Sam, when Nettie gets finished demonstrating how much she's missed me, I feel like a man who's been stuffed into an electronic washing machine with a dial-set of drenched dry. How much do I owe you?

Well, if it isn't Henry Smith. Brailing! How is our living breeze? What are you doing here? Having the night out? See, does Gloria know about this? Things have changed, Henry. I thought she kept you chained to the bedpost most of the time.