The Sunday

Hogarth: First, you take a chocolate bar. Any bar will do.Kent: Oh.Hogarth: Do you mind if I, uh--?Kent: No, knock yourself out, skipper.Hogarth: [crumbles up choco-lax] You crumble up the chocolate into little pieces, [stirs the ice cream] then you kind of stir it into the ice cream. See?Kent: Yes, I see. What do you call this, again?Hogarth: Landslide. It's new. Very new. [tosses choco-lax bar in garbage can without Kent noticing]Kent: Mmm. Landslide. Topnotch. Mmm. [Hogarth makes a landslide with a regular chocolate bar.] You know, Hogarth, we live in a strange and wondrous time. The Atomic Age. But, there's a dark side to progress, Hogarth. Ever hear of Sputnik?Hogarth: Yeah, it's the first satellite in space.Kent: Foreign satellite, Hogarth, and all that that implies. Even now, it orbits overhead... (Boop! Boop!) ...watching us. We can't see it, but it's there. Much like that giant thing in the woods. We don't know what it is or what it can do. I don't feel safe, Hogarth. Do you?Hogarth: [puzzled] What are you talking about?Kent: What am I talking about? [angrily] What am I TALKING ABOUT?! [everyone stares at Kent] I'm talking about your goldarned security, Hogarth! While you're snoozing in your widdle jammies, back in Washington, we're wide awake and worried. Why? Because everyone wants what we have, Hogarth; Everyone! You think this metal man is fun. But who built it? The Russians? The Chinese? The Martians? Canadians? I DON'T CARE! All I know is we didn't build it, and that's reason enough to assume the worst and blow it to kingdom come! Now, you are going to tell me about this thing, you are going to lead me to it, and we are going to destroy it before it destroys us! [suddenly, Kent's stomach begins to gurgle, causing his glare to fade away and his eyes to widen] Just hold that thought and stay right there! Uh-oh!