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A small, horse-like creature and a young man with a television camera in place of a head came running up. "Oh, good. You're here. Mr. Camerahead, let's get some good footage of our lucky winner in her home. Let's go inside. It will look more natural if our winner is in a comfortable place on her sofa." "But ..." began the Witch. "But ... I didn't even know there was a TV station in Oz."
Bill Howard came on the screen, his big homely face leaning across the desk toward the TV audience. "The biggest news in the country right now," Bill said in a solemn tone, "is the biggest single cleanup job in the country today. "There's a slum," Bill said, "right here in New York that the Witches of the world will unite to cleanup tonight."
In 1955 the UFO's were still there because the day before the all- important May Day celebration, a day when the Soviet radio and TV are normally crammed with programs plugging the glory of Mother Russia to get the peasants in the mood for the next day, a member of the Soviet Academy of Sciences had to get on the air to calm the people's fears.
No, thought Sebastian MacMaine, it was not luxurious, but neither did it look like the prison cell it was. There was comfort here, and even the illusion of privacy, although there were TV pickups in the walls, placed so that no movement in either room would go unnoticed.
But the poor girl has a very slight handicap. She has to wear a hearing aid...." Scotty got it then. "Hey! Rick, that's great! The hearing aid would be a radio receiver!" Barby got it, too. She finished in a rush, "And the Megabuck Mob would be watching on TV, and digging out the answers, and the Memory Machine would be a radio transmitter ..."
I mean I'm trying to say, er ... 'howdy doody' to you." "Oh. Now I understand. I'm sorry for being so dumb. But you see, my entire vocabulary comes from TV shows. I never actually went to school, so some things I do not know. I beg of you, forgive me!" he shouted as he bent down on one knee and held Graham's hand. "There's no need to be so dramatic," said Graham. "I forgive you."
The TV in the bar was on, and the man at Tom's side was letting his mouth run loose as he sucked back on his third beer in Popeye's none-too-copyrighted Pub. Jeez, he thought, I finally meet the one, the one, and she's going out with Kurt. With Kurt! How does he do it? Alona's, what, his third this year?
"I sure am," Gusterson said solemnly, scanning the fuzzy floor from one murky glass wall to the other, hesitating at the TV. "How about something homey now, like a flock of little prickly cylinders that roll around the floor collecting lint and flub? They'd work by electricity, or at a pinch cats could bat 'em around.
He was getting wet, he realized. He stopped in Florence for a cup of coffee. There was no sign of his father. He drove back to Eugene and took a long hot shower. The envelope lay unopened on top of the table by the TV. Oliver took a nap and went out for dinner. He sipped Glenlivet, a bit disappointed he had learned so little about his father.
"Keeluk was afraid to let you get away from there alive to report hearing that dog, so he went out and had a gang of thugs rounded up to kill you." "But he was only gone five minutes." "In five minutes, I can put all the troops in Konkrook into action. Keeluk doesn't have radio or TV we hope but he has his forces concentrated, and he has a pretty good staff." "But Mr. Keeluk's a friend of ours.
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