[ 1 ... 2 ... 3 ... 4 ... 5 ... 6 ... G] [SOL] [CROW and JOEL are at the counter, apparently in the middle of a conversation. JOEL seems to be somewhat upset, while CROW is his usual, deflecting, denying self.] JOEL: But Crow, you knew where the water cooler was kept at! CROW: [stalling] It was... uhm, a temporary glitch in my software! That horrible millennium bug! Ohh! Nasty! Grr! JOEL: Crow, I built you -- don't try to fool me about your operating systems, buddy. We're Y2K compliant... [he pauses] I think. CROW: It was an honest mistake, Joel! JOEL: I'm sorry, Crow, but I just can't believe that it was a simple mistake on your part that caused the Arrowhead water guy on his last visit to replace Tom's head with a water jug. [TOM enters from the left, trying to balance a full water jug on his head. It's difficult. In addition, each time he opens his mouth, water spills out.] TOM: [grunting] Blast it, Crow! [JOEL and CROW jump back as the water sloshes forth. TOM wobbles dangerously as he moves closer.] TOM: I just soaked half of my boxer shorts collection because of you! Every time I try to admire my belongings with a spontaneous bit of prose and song, I start spewing like Niagra Falls! CROW: So how is this different than before? [TOM growls angrily and tries to advance on CROW, but is held back by JOEL.] JOEL: Hey, hey, hey... Servo, take it easy. I know Crow played a really juvenile prank on you, but don't stoop to his level. TOM: Yeah, good point. I'd need a squadron of ditch digger's to get that low. [CROW is too busy tittering over TOM's condition to respond. JOEL maintains a safe distance of two feet to avoid the water splashing.] JOEL: Well, let's take care of you, first, Tom. Here... [he reaches under the counter and places a large pitcher in front of TOM] Just sing the score to "The Madness of King George", and that'll empty out the water lickety-split. TOM: Oh, good idea, Joel. Oh, but wait -- use the that tube over there. [JOEL glances down, then pulls up a tube with one end leading off into screen left.] JOEL: [puzzled] This one? TOM: [chuckling] Yeppers. [JOEL shrugs and places it in front of TOM as he starts a rousing rendition of "Zadok the Priest".] CROW: [suspiciously] Joel, I think Servo's up to something.... [Commercial sign starts to flash] JOEL: Oh come on, Crow, have a little faith. Not everyone is as mischievous as you. [JOEL swats the light.] [Commercials. Spot with George "The Animal" Steele climbing the Empire State Building and the tagline "I am Stupefy."] [SOL] [TOM is finishing up "The Hallelujah Chorus" as the last of the water drains out down the tube. JOEL pops the empty jug off and places TOM's normal gumball head on.] JOEL: There you go, Tom. Right as rain. CROW: [untrusting] Yeah, but wait -- where did that tube lead to? TOM: Oh, just down the hallway, through hatch 23, and into a storage closet marked "Star Trek Comics Collection". [CROW's jaw drops in horror and he dashes offscreen.] CROW: [half-crying, O.S.] I knew I should have invested in watertight bags! JOEL: [patronizing] Tom, that wasn't very nice, was it? TOM: [glibly] Nope! Not in the slightest, Joel! Heh heh heh.... [Red light starts flashing.] JOEL: Oh hang on; the Wonder Twins are calling. [GIZMONICS] [Partial close-up on FORRESTOR and FRANK. They're standing impassively looking at the camera. They have on raincoats, complete with hats. A small explosion is heard offscreen, and then a smattering furry, brown bits rain down from the ceiling for a second.] DR. F: Ah, Joel. Ready with this week's invention exchange? [Another explosion. Another rain of fur.] [SOL] JOEL: Well, yeah, sirs, but what's going on over there? TOM: I dunno, Joel. I think we might not like the answer. JOEL: That's true. Withdraw the question your sirs-ship. Anyway, my invention this week came about from a comment that my musically- inclined friend Tom here made about everyone's favorite craze, karoke. TOM: Yep! You see, did you know that in Japan, a popular wedding reception pastime has been karoke? Yes indeed, several of the guests are invited to come up and sing along on "A Horse with No Name", "New York, New York", "Kung-Fu Fighting" and other great classics. But, also at these weddings, it's not all that uncommon for the guests to sing a cappella, which is quite a step away from karoke. JOEL: And *that's* when it hit me: why not have accompaniment for a cappella songs on karoke machines? Come on, just because there's no music shouldn't be cause for us to musically discriminate. So that's why I invented these! [JOEL pulls out several unmarked CDS.] JOEL: Blank CDS! Now don't get these confused with the CDS that you use in a CD-Writer; these blank CDS have nothing but the best in digitally recorded silence on them. TOM: That's right! Each one is chock full of over 75 minutes of absolute stillness and quiet. Perfect tranquility. You can load up the karoke machine at your favorite bar & grill, sports den, or strip joint for hours of non-stop a cappella back-up! JOEL: [earnestly] Whattaya think, sirs? [GIZMONICS] DR. F: Pathetic, as always, Joel. Our invention this week once again outstrips yours, as we've taken advantage of the huge influence that the Y2K bug has generated. [Another explosion. More fur. Annoyed, FORRESTOR turns to glare offscreen as the camera pulls back to show JOHN standing to the side of a small model rocket. More can be seen behind him, along with a series of cages, half-empty. A hamster is strapped to it rocket, squirming. JOHN, with his trusty Palm-Pilot in hand, bends down, lights the rocket, then stands up and takes a step back. The rocket fires up off the screen, and a second later the room shakes slightly as another distant, small explosion mingled with a loud squeak are heard as the rocket and its unfortunate passenger collide with the ceiling of Gizmonics. Debris from both lightly sprinkle over the floor. It can now be seen that similar debris from previous launchings are in evidence. JOHN, smirking, taps at his Palm-Pilot.] JOHN: [to himself] Hamster... could not... properly... activate... ejection system. [he stops typing] Okay, that takes care of the tests for hamsters, gerbils, chipmunks, mice, and small guinea pigs. Next up, the jerboa. DR. F: [irritated] John, do you mind practicing your little hobby *after* we wow Joel once more? JOHN: Hmmm? Oh, sure. Time for my coffee break anyway. [He steps offscreen, then momentarily returns pushing a computer set-up on a cart out.] JOHN: It's all set. Just don't have the printer hooked up through the scanner while the Zip drive is running while patched through the washing machine. [He leaves. FORRESTOR and FRANK gladly remove their rain gear.] FRANK: Well, Joel, we've been watching how the world sat up and immediately acted when the Y2K bug became the national superstar it is today. DR. F: Exactly. So we've followed that premise to the next logical conclusion. FRANK: Which is, of course, skiing holidays. [SOL] ALL: What? [GIZMONICS] [FORRESTOR taps the mouse button, and the screen begins to flash a huge ad that reads: "YK2? Because it's there!"] DR. F: [proudly] That's right, Joel, the YK2 bug is guaranteed to bring in the big bucks from companies that will profit from such an ad campaign; travel agencies, ski resorts, insurance companies, and naturally, morticians. Although most major avalanches will provide you with a free burial service. FRANK: It's hypnotic pattern and subliminal messages e-mailed to your primary inbox will erode your will and make you want to be the next true to life "snow angel". DR. F: And speaking of flakes, the Rescue Rangers make another visit to you poor dopes in this week's experiment, "Caretaker", wherein we skip the action and get right to pain. Hope you choke on it! JOHN: [O.S.] Hey guys? Is the coffee supposed to be eating through the bottom of the pot? DR. F & FRANK: Yes! JOHN: [O.S.] Good! I like it strong! [SOL] [Buzzers. Lights. Camera with no steady-cam feature.] ALL: Oh no, we've got fanfic sign!!! [6 ... 5 ... 4 ... 3 ... 2 ... 1 ... ] [JOEL and the bots enter the theater.] JOEL: Well, here we go again. CROW: That's not very reassuring, Joel. JOEL: Sorry, pal. >Caretaker >Rachel S. Helvey > TOM: Odd way to start the credits.... JOEL: No, it's the title and author. CROW: You see? I *knew* women really did exist on the Internet. >Gadget looked sorrowfully at her friend. Chip was laying on the couch, >asleep; TOM: She hoped he would have died by now. > his condition had worsened after the case against Bubbles was >finished. CROW: But her co-conspirator, Trixie, got off due to a loophole. > He was now mercifully unconscious. TOM: It only took fourteen hits with her hammer. > She sighed as she wiped his >feverish forehead with a damp washcloth. He had been in a lot of pain, and >sleep was his only relief. He stirred and she winced. He was waking up again. JOEL: She feared it because of the droning speeches it produced. TOM: [Chip] Every year of my life, I become more and more convinced that the wisest and the best is to concentrate on the good and the beautiful-- >"Gadget?" JOEL: Fat Man? TOM: Little Boy? > >She smiled as he opened his eyes. "Yes, Chip, I'm here." > >He gave her a weak grin, but she could see the pain in his eyes. CROW: How he wished she would leave him be for just five minutes; was it too much to ask? > "You're >still watching me?" > >She nodded. JOEL: [Gadget] The T.V.'s broke. > "I told Dale to go to bed. He's been here longer than I have; he >needs some sleep." > >Chip laughed, softly and with difficulty. TOM: Which is nothing new in Ranger fanfics, really. > "That's one thing that Dale's good >at- going without sleep. The way he stays up with those late shows- " He >broke off as coughing overtook him. TOM: You know, guys, most Ranger fanfics we've been sent have had the Rangers in pain, but this one *really* wants to get the hurt going quick, doesn't it? JOEL: It's probably why we got it, Tommy. > Gadget sat back, not knowing what to do. >As the coughing subsided, he lay back, weaker than before. "Gadget?" > >"Yes, Chip?" > >"Am I going to be o-k?" CROW: [Gadget] No-way. > >Gadget winced again at the question. "I don't really know, Chip." It was her >duty to be honest with him; no one else was. TOM: It wasn't like he was the leader of the group and deserved respect or anything. > Monterey was always a little too >optimistic, JOEL: Having been diagnosed with carpel tunnel vision. > and Dale was just too quiet. TOM: After mistaking a bottle of Nyquil for Mountain Dew, maybe. > "I think that Monty went to look for >a doctor. We'll see what he comes up with." > >Just then, the door opened. Monterey Jack entered with a handsome male mouse. CROW: [Gadget] Sayyyy.... > >"Hey, there, mates! Look what I found. A doctor!" > TOM: [Monty] Jus' wandering around outside! Can we keep 'im? >The doctor smiled warmly. "I just want to say how honored I am to help the >Rescue Rangers. TOM: [doctor] You've single-handedly tripled my business last year alone. > My name is Doctor O'Connor." He walked over and shook hands >with Gadget and simply smiled at Chip. JOEL: [Dr. O'Connor] Dibs. > "So, what seems to be the problem?" > >"Well, it's kind of hard to explain," started Chip. He went on to tell the >story of Bubbles and the electrical shock that he had received. CROW: [Chip] On second thought, it wasn't that hard at all. > The doctor >listened intently, trying to make some sense of it all. CROW: Oh, they must have Nirvana playing. > >"Hmmm. Well, let's have a look at that burn." He pulled back the covers to >inspect the injury. TOM: [Dr. O'Connor] OH MY GOD! IT'S HORRIBLE! IT'S DISGUSTING! KILL HIM BEFORE IT SPREADS!! > "It looks like it's been taken pretty good care of- >there's no infection." > >"You can thank Gadget for that," said Chip. He smiled her way. She gave a >weak smile back; CROW: That's it; just humor the dying fool. > heroism was Chip's job, not her's. TOM: She had a yellow streak a mile wide. > However, he was in >serious trouble and she had to do all that she could. Tears began to well up >in her eyes. If they lost Chip . . . if she lost Chip . . . CROW: There'd be so much paperwork.... > >"Well, I can't see anything externally. JOEL: [Dr. O'Connor] I'm blind. > The problem is the internal injuries >that we can't see." The three were stunned; they hadn't even thought of >internal injuries. "We may have to do some investigative surgery." > >Chip paled. "You mean, cut me open?" he whispered. TOM: [Dr.O'Connor] Yeah baby! Split ya open like an overripe melon! Woo-hoo! > >Dr. O'Connor nodded, very matter-of-fact. "I can't make a full analysis of >all the injuries unless I do. Don't worry; TOM: [Dr. O'Connor] I just lubed the chainsaw up this morning! > there shouldn't be any major >complications involved, and it's very low-risk. You're strong and healthy; JOEL: Lying there weak and in pain. >there should be no problems." > >Chip and Monterey looked at each other wildly. They had gotten too used to >Gadget's claims of "no problems." "Uhhhh . . ." > >"Don't worry. ALL: [singing] Be happy.... > We can do it right here, ALL: GAAAHHHH!! > as soon as my equipment arrives. Do >you have a phone I can use?" TOM: Doesn't every oak tree? > >Monterey showed him to the small phone that Gadget had invented. The doctor >was quite impressed; his office had only a human sized phone with the volume >turned down so that the humans in the ER couldn't hear. CROW: Since an Emergency Room is so quiet and tranquil. > One phone call, and >it was done. JOEL: Sweet Jake was bet to place in the third race. > Gadget could tell that Chip was extremely nervous. She did her >best to calm him. > TOM: Out came the hammer-- >"Now, Chip, he's a professional. TOM: [Dr. O'Connor] Well, not really, no. > He's done this a hundred times! TOM: [Dr. O'Connor] Well, not really, no. > You'll be >fine." TOM: [Dr. O'Connor] Well, not really, no. > She patted him on the side of the face. "You just have to be brave." >She blushed slightly. "Do it for me." ALL: Saayyyyy.... > >Chip couldn't refuse a request like that. He took her hand and kissed it, >simply grateful for her presence. "Gadget, what would I do without you?" CROW: Call up Clarice. > >She smiled, feeling her emotions soar. She pushed them deep in her heart; >this was no time to tell him. Not with him already so excitable. JOEL: Yeah, he's just ready to leap up and sprint to the moon and back, all right. > "Shhh. Just >stay still for a while. I'm sure the doctor wouldn't like you moving around a >lot. JOEL: He said it interferes with the TARDIS' controls. > I'm going to go tell Dale what's going on. Zipper, too. He's staying >with Dale, making sure that he's getting some sleep." She kissed his cheek >and quickly left. > >Chip smiled as he watched her leave. He had seen a change in Gadget after the >case was over. CROW: She had a third arm. TOM: What case? JOEL: The one with Bubbles. TOM: Oh, well, I-- huh? > She had been more . . . well, devoted. He had always felt >something from her, CROW: Whenever her fist connected. > a tiny spark, TOM: So that's how Chip got electrocuted.... > and that was why he still pursued her after >two and a half years. Now, it finally felt like it was paying off. He >grimaced from a sudden jolt of pain; why did he have to get scorched for her >to notice him? JOEL: Because she's turned on by the smell of charred fur. > He lay back and rested. After this bothersome surgery was >over, perhaps he finally had a chance. > >Gadget tapped lightly on Dale's door. A mumbled "Come in" was heard. She >gently pushed the door open. Dale was in his nightshirt and was lying face >down on his bed. > >"Dale? Monty found a doctor." TOM: [Gadget] The traps aren't working. > >Dale became more alert. "Well? What did he say?" > >Gadget gulped. "He's going to have surgery." JOEL: The doctor's going to have surgery? > >"What?" Dale bolted upright. "When? Where?" CROW: [Dale] This is so cool! > >"As soon as the equipment is delivered and right here in the house." > >"Wowie zowie." CROW: [Dale] Can I watch? > Dale was unusually quiet. JOEL: Apart from going, "Wowie Zowie." TOM: I have my doubts about Dale saying "Wowie Zowie!" here. It just doesn't strike me as a kind of "Wowie Zowie!" moment. > Gadget knew that he was thinking of >his best friend being cut apart. TOM: And if he could film it. > It was not a pleasant thought. She herself >shuddered. "Is he awake? Can I talk to him?" > >"Of course." She closed his door as he pulled on his signature Hawaiian shirt >and woke Zipper. Zipper was also exhausted. He had been with Dale most of the >time, and when he wasn't, he was with Monty. TOM: I'm starting to suspect Zipper is actually the Ranger's pet. > The door opened and Dale and >Zipper came out. Gadget led the small procession into the living room. TOM: [singing] With seventy-six trombones from behind! > >Chip was glad to see them. He feebly tried to make a joke. CROW: [Chip] So you have a gun with two bullets, and before you stand Saddam Hussien, Kaddaffi, and Art Modell. What do you do? JOEL: [Dale] Shoot Modell twice. > "Hey, what's all >this? It's not like I'm going to die, or anything." TOM: [Gadget] Well, sure you will, eventually-- > Gadget smiled for his >benefit, but Dale remained somber. Zipper flew wearily over to Monterey where >he landed on his shoulder. Monty patted him affectionately. > TOM: See? He *is* a pet. JOEL: I think you may have a point. >Dr. O'Connor broke the uncomfortable silence. "Is there a spare bed I could >use for an operating table?" CROW: [Dr. O'Connor] I yearn to taste chipmunk blood. JOEL: Wouldn't you want to perform an operation on something flat, hard, and narrow, that you can sterilize or something? TOM: I am beginning to suspect this is not really a doctor. > >"There's a spare bedroom back here." Monty again took the initiative. He >could tell that his mates were more involved in Chip, particularly one >female. Monty led the doctor to the tiny room where his parents usually >stayed when they visited- which wasn't often. CROW: There wasn't any room for them now that Wolf, Wescott, Leviathan, "The Briz", Foxglove, Tammy, and some rabbit from California had joined the team. > The doctor nodded in approval. > >"This will be perfect. Now, can we go ahead and move him in here? I'd prefer >he not walk. JOEL: [Dr. O'Connor] Got a slingshot? > He's in a very delicate state; I want you all to realize the >severity of the situation." He looked Monty right in the eye. "He's in >serious condition, and I don't want you to think otherwise. TOM: [Dr. O'Connor] Which is why I stated earlier that it was very low-risk. > That burn is >incredibly deep, and I don't know if there's anything I can do." CROW: [Dr. O'Connor] I suck pretty bad. > The look on >Monty's face told the doctor everything he needed to know; they were ignorant >of exactly how serious this was. JOEL: Or they just believed him when he said that there shouldn't be any problems. Saps. TOM: Well, duh, they live in a tree! Hah! > >"Should we tell me little palley before the surgery? I mean, I think he >should know." > >The doctor considered. "Yes, perhaps you're right. The patient should always >know what may or may not happen." CROW: [Dr. O'Connor] You may or may not die. Okay, time for the slice n' dicin'! > He strode purposefully out into the living >room. He walked directly over to Chip. TOM: He challenged him to a duel. > "Everyone, it has been made clear that >you do not know how serious this is." The group turned to stare at Dr. >O'Connor, all except Monty, who simply turned away. "Chip's injuries (I >believe) TOM: Well, whose injuries could he be confusing them with? > are very serious. I'm not sure how this surgery will turn out. CROW: Place your bets! Place your bets! > I >have to admit, I have not done much work with electrical burns, especially >ones this severe. However, I want you to know that without this surgery, Chip >will definitely get worse, or it may be fatal." > >Gadget gasped. Dale looked faint. CROW: Zipper looked eager. > Chip simply stared at the doctor. "You >mean, I could- " JOEL: [Chip] Do the Hokey-Pokey and turn myself around? TOM: [Dr. O'Connor] That's what it's all about. > >"Without the surgery, yes. With the surgery- well, I can't say for sure. >However, it's your only chance." > >Fifteen minutes later, there was another knock at the door. Gadget answered >it this time. The nurses with the equipment were then shown into the spare >bedroom where Chip was lying in the bed, visibly shaking. Gadget went over to >him, whispered some words of encouragement, CROW: [Gadget] Don't worry; I know where your will is. > gave him a quick kiss, and then >went to her room. TOM: "Sliders" was on. > There was nothing she could do but cry. TOM: I think people saying fanfic authors make Gadget too angst-ridden is unfair, right guys? > Dale stationed >himself right outside of the door. He sat down and wrapped his arms around >his knees and told himself to be brave, like Chip. CROW: Who is visibly shaking with fear. Right. > Monty retired to the >kitchen where he knew he'd be alone with Zipper. TOM: Pass. JOEL: Pass. CROW: Pass. > Zipper was the only one he >could show his weakest side to. JOEL: [Monty] Look at me from the side; do I look fat to you? > Well, and sometimes to Gadget. Only this >time, she needed to be alone. JOEL: Angst hurts more when you don't have a shoulder to cry on. > He too had noticed the change in her behavior >toward Chip. He had seen it long ago, but hadn't brought it to her attention. >Or Chip's, for that matter. Whatever was to be would come about on its own. JOEL: Ah. Monterey is a Determinist. >Dr. O'Connor pulled tiny latex gloves over his hands and began to administer >anesthesia to Chip. TOM: Giggling evilly all the while. > It was going to be a long night. CROW: The only thing on was "Yo Yogi!". TOM: Let's go, guys. [They exit the theater.] [1 ... 2 ... 3 ... 4 ... 5 ... 6 ... G] [SOL] [CROW is at the counter, typing away at a keyboard, with the monitor facing towards him so we can't see that it's really not even on at the moment.] CROW: This fanfic author thinks she knows how to write Ranger stories? hah! I'll show her how a real man writes these things. Blood and gore! Lots of it! Okay, lemme see, before I start I'm going to need a cool character. Someone really fast, really cunning, and has claws. And an animal that fits in with the Rangers location. Hmmm... ah-ha! A cheetah! Cool! Yeah, and he's the fastest of all the cheetahs, and has a cybernetic implant that lets him download recipes for rabbits and gazelles while he runs 'em down. He also has bionic eyes, a metal skeleton, and no brain -- less weight so he can run even faster. But what to call him? What to call this incredibly cool character, the one who'll show all the Rangers how to really fight crime, the one who Gadget will absolutely fall in love with because he's a homicidal, blood-crazed cold blooded killer -- just what she always looks for in any man. What to name this ultimate example of machoness.... of course! How stupid of me -- his name will be a perfectly logical extension of the very creature he is: Crow! Crow T. Robot! Wow, what a great name! Okay, so, Crow shows up, woos Gadget from the start-- oh! Oh! And he has this secret stash of modified handguns that he can fire that never run out of ammo and are always the first to be drawn and always hit their mark-- [He's cut off as the Satellite rocks slightly, the lights flickering a bit.] CROW: Whoa! What the hey? Cambot, gimme rocket number nine! [Cut to exterior, where a cheesy model of a police car is docking, its lights flashing and siren wailing (even though sound doesn't carry in space, but oh well).] CROW: [V.O.] Huh? The cops? Were we speeding? [SOL] [JOEL and TOM enter from the side.] JOEL: Hey, Crow, what's going on? [The "G" behind them opens as two police officers step through, looking a lot like Mike Nelson and Paul Chaplin.] MIKE: Okay, okay, just hold it right there, fellas. JOEL: What's the problem, officers? I think we were well within the speed limit of space. TOM: Considering the speed limit is the speed of light and all. PAUL: No, it's nothing like that. We're the testosterone police. MIKE: Paul's right. And your little basket-headed friend here [he indicates CROW with a plastic nightstick] spiked the record books just a few minutes ago, placing him well over the legal limits for males writing fanfics. JOEL: Crow, is this true? CROW: [stammering] Wha--uh--I mean, how could it be true, Joel? [he laughs nervously] TOM: Oop. I think they're right, Joel. Just look at what Crow wrote. [JOEL reads the monitor, then sighs.] JOEL: Sorry Crow, but they caught you red-handed. CROW: Hey, but how the heck did they find out, huh? It was an illegal entry! MIKE: No sir, we got a call from the deputy on this ship. CROW: Deputy? [JOEL and the bots look at one other in confusion, then turn to the right to see GYPSY enter, a rotating red light in place of her eye.] GYPSY: That's right. As the only female on board, it was my civic duty to call in someone who was operating a word processor program while under the influence of the essence of Miles O'Keefe. JOEL: [glancing at the screen again] Yeah, but wait a minute. Crow made his character a cheetah. TOM: Yeah, so he could have claws, Joel. CROW: Servo! Keep quiet! JOEL: But that's what I mean, Tom. Cheetahs have non-retractable claws. CROW: [crestfallen] They do? JOEL: Yeah, that's how they run so fast. [turns to the officers] Well, officers, what do you say? Just let him have a warning this time around. I mean, his testosterone level must have pretty much bottomed out there when he realized his character couldn't do everything that Wolverine could. MIKE: Well, I suppose. PAUL: But just this once, you hear? JOEL: Yes sir, thank you, sir. PAUL: Okay then, we'll be off. But you watch him -- it's sad how many we lose to testosterone abuse each year in this sector of space. [The officers leave while JOEL tries to console CROW.] CROW: [crying] But he can't retract his claws, Joel! What good is he if he's not a complete rip-off of Wolverine? TOM: Well, jeez, you big baby, you already gave him a metal skeleton -- why not just add the claws to it? CROW: [snapping out of it] Hey, wow, you're right! GYPSY: I'm going to go call them back.... [She leaves, then the commercial sign starts to flash.] JOEL: Great, now I'm going to have to call the family attorney. We'll be right back. [He hits the flasher.]