606 - The Creeping Terror
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"Barney and Martin had been bachelor buddies for years."
Mike: "But is it love?"
"He celebrated with a Chesterfield."
"That other monster must be the opener for this one."
"Are we inside television city?"
"He's from Planet Dreadlock."
A steady diet of staccato is pretty nauseating.
Why, this terror's not creeping, it's clipping right along!
Suddenly, he suffers from a narcolepsy seizure.
You can see why the British Invasion was so easy!
Is this a SILENT film all of a sudden?
Now that we need a narrator, he clams up! What's going on?
It's not creeping. This terror is clipping along just fine.
I WANT to be filled with suspense, but...well...
Bobby has often observed his parents at night.
So! How many of him do you think it would take to screw in a light bulb?!?
Mr. Monster! You've got some leg on your face!
You know ever since the divorce he's learned how to cook for himself!
Oh! Great date Steve!
Uhmm...unsafe at any speed!
That Monster would make a really good Fort!
I like the Meaty Filling!
Ah! Comfort food!
He's tenacious...you gotta give him that!
He's definitely a People Person!
Honey!...I think we've got Creeping Terror!
You know what I could use? A Mint!
Monsters think we're weird cause we chew our food.
He died with his bowling shoes on!
I know what happens! Now Pig's Blood is going to be dumped on his head!
Keanu Reeves has it out with Ed Begley Jr.!
Wow! Her Hinder's out of control!!
He's depressed so he just goes out and eats some Campers!
He's finally putting his guitar to good use!
I admire their willpower!
Oh No! The Monster did a doo-doo!
Hoot! Hoot! Hoootteee Hoo!
I'm just paraphrasing here!
Martin was out of his depth now!
'Martin received an urgent message from Barney!' " I Love You!"
I SAID Dr. Bradford arrived!!!
Now cough for me!
At this point, the Director attempted an arty sort of shot!
Earth Girls are Greasy!
Hey! If you could help me out by climbing in?
Look at the prices on these Kenwoods! The Aliens must be insane!
Well they've perfected the Dial!
More troops are sent in to fix the manifold!
We pushed more LOGS by 9 AM than most people have all day!
I have some bad news and some bad news!
I almost showed an emotion there!
So, you pretty serious about your husband?
Apparently Dan Blocker had been there!
Whatever it is...it appears to have lowered their intelligence level!
I think he's self-conscious about his big ole' butt!
Well it is creeping...you gotta give it that!
A Chinese Funeral Procession!
Meanwhile the Bride made Her 1st Meal! hahahaha....
Shortly! Here! The Nightmare will begin!
Yes! They did the Nasty!
'This man's name is Martin Gordon' "He'll be home in an hour!"
"He's a member of the really really big brother program."
Barney smoked in the garage and look what happened.
"He was younger than one would imagine."
I have no preconceptions.
He's doing his Walter Brennan impression! Dagnabbit!
'Twas Buford killed the beast...
The words 'nyah-nyah' were clearly heard...
Jackson Pollock disapproves!
We know what happens - now they're gonna dump pigs' blood on his head...
WHY didn't I park closer?!
"The colonel was told to follow his own good judgement..."
El Ka-Bong will kill it!
Y'know, maybe Allan Sherman as an action hero was not a great idea...
Meanwhile, Opie and his therapist go fishing...
Can I get some service, here?!
Aw, it's all gone, how could THAT have happened...?
Richard Kimble, man on the run!
If my deepest, darkest anxiety had choreography this would be it.
You can see why the British invasion was so easy.
well maybe THIS is the door to another dimension.
Maybe not one of sight and sound, but of mind.
Not quite as pithy as "Either these curtains go or I do." but it was the best he could do.
I think I've hit on something. Stay away from his mouth! Don't crawl inside it!
He's a renegade narrator on the loose!
I said DR. BRADFORD ARRIVED!
What kind of memorial do we build for those guys, eh?
We'll wait here while you kill us.
"Martin knew what he had to do..." Become a huge Larry Storch fan.
Give me ten, soldier!
They should put a door on this outhouse.
Bobby shed his antlers.
This is a portrayal of deep clinical depression.
"... and Bobby's hopelessly inbred synapse slowly begin to fire."
They popped a little Dave Brubeck into the tape deck!
"Grandpa's psychosis is ruining this trip."
"Wait. I've been here. I'm dead!"
Oh no a nuclear blast!
That monster'd make a really cool fort.
And the world has one less Santa.
Tell me more secrets little rocket friend.
At least we're not listening to Bruce Willis making snide comments.
Well, they've perfected the dial.
When spiders drink too much.
♫Is she really going out with him?
You can see why the British Invasion was SO easy.
It's just a good thing drugs came along.
There's only one stage of grief in this town and it's acceptance.
A. J. A Jerk. Huh huh huhh!
Gotta find a petting zoo. There are times a man needs the touch of a llama.
Aw, GREAT- a race of ham radio operators!
We push more logs before 9 AM than most people do all day.
If I could find a windshield I'd give it a ticket.
"Caldwell tended to agree with him but stated he had to follow his orders." It was a real interesting conversation.
Did you bring home your long time companion?
What? Is that a less dreary existence I see out there?
This town desperately needs a leather bar.
Actual dialogue startled everyone.
He's a closet Luddite, this guy.
Ansco windshield wipers- When you're wet they wipe you.
Mike - "Finally here comes somebody with rhythm."
Tom Servo - "Now that's done, now I have the whole day to myself."
Crow - "My love deprivation experiment is going well."
Mike - "I'm the narrator...I was just on break...I hope you don't mind."
If my deepest, darkest despair had choreography, THIS would be it!
Bobbies hopelessly inbred synapses begin to fire!
Suddenly it's Wild Strawberries.
Meanwhile, in a Kurosawa film...
This county has missiles, sir?
While we're waiting, I'd like to point out that Angel County has great opportunities for light industrial development.
I want that guy to get partially eaten, then spat out!
The prices on these Kenwoods... the aliens must be insane!!!
Ahhh! The creeping newlywed.
We're dead. World's over. My fault. Sorry!
Hey, hey, take it easy! Roger Corman needs to use this set later!
I need to ask Bill something. Could you barf him back up?
This is your parents BEFORE you were born!
And, as ever, the Baptists are on the sidelines!
The Unbearable Whiteness of Being.
"Anyone who experienced that catastrope and survived would never go there again." Those who did not survive such a catastrope also would not go there again.
I was afraid the alien was gonna be goofy!
The monster's from Radio Shack!
Her hinder - it's outta control! It's got a mind of its own!
Got to find a petting zoo! There are times, when a man needs a touch of a llama.
Sorry, folks, I should have told you about the subplot. Even I, the narrator, was caught off-guard.
At this point, the director attempted an arty-sort of shot.
Oh, great, the monster is a voyeur.
This is the inside of Robert Morley's nose.
I bet his breath really stinks. Especially after he eats French people!
Oh no! The monster did a doo-doo!
He's making his own broth!
I think he's self conscious about his big ol' butt!
Hey, if you could help me out by climbing in, that'd be great!
Gotta check under the movie... ah, yeah, there's a BIG mess under here, geez...
"I don't think we have anything This big." I know that from our wedding night...
Oh no! The thing is going ka-flooie and the do-hickey is going like the deal!
"...got an urgent message from Barney." I love you!
Now cough, honey.
Shhhh... honey noooo
It is creeping, ya gotta give - um that
Earth girls are greasy.
Did I just hear a monster licking it's lips?
I've got to find a petting zoo. There are times when a man just needs the touch of a llama.
He's a matryoshka doll! There's six more of him inside...
Maybe the narrator got eaten.
I love you, spaceship.
"Well, I don't understand it, so let's start shootin'."
You see, when a monster and a small car love each other very much...
The first director to realize the dramatic potential of a rectal thermometer.
It is creeping you gotta give it that.
Meanwhile the bride made her first meal.
I'd walk a million miles for one of your smiles... mammy!
Oh no a nuclear blast!
I love the meaty filling...
The WORLD is his salad bar!
If you can just help by climbing in...
If my deepest darkest despair had choreography...this would be it
Did anyone in the 50's ever think of running?
He's part of the REALLY Big Brother program...
Uhh c'mon honey,lets crabwalk outta here!
Ignition was a little early
We're the special Unit, HELLO!