524 - 12 to the Moon
|Short - Design for Dreaming:|
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Let's draw straws to see who we cut open and crawl inside!
Oh God, the American's in trouble!
Save him, save him!
Drop the British guy, save the American!
I'm going to set this to Central Stud Time, because I'm Sledge Riprock!
I guess Nancy Reagan's back in town!
Mayor Dinkins declares New York really cold -- moves tenants inside!
The Earth is being rid of soap scum, thanks to thousands of Scrubbing Bubbles!
It's just like what we saw earlier, only backwards!
Hey, the schmaltz is on fire!
So, Mission Fraidy Cat comes to a close!
Captain's Log: We are running away as fast as we can.