Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Formally, a fixture Of the summer,
I have never seen A zu lu war dance.
Whose life is a treadm ill
[people shouting]
[softiy] No, no fam I ly. No.
Will tell you About next week's story
(mr. Death) Mr. Bookman, she can't See me or hear me.
It is an area Which we call The twilight zone.
Oh, sure, Come on right in!
But frankly, mr. Bookman, There's very little here
[intense ominous music]
Lou is j. Bookman,
[eerie music]
And you made me Miss my appo I ntm ent.
[brakes screeching And woman yelling]
[ominous music]
(male presenter, off) Street scene
It's the kind of a p itch I've always wanted to make.
I'd I ntroduce You two, only I Don't know your name.
A rather m inor component To a hot july.
How's that?
But, no.
[softiy] No [chuckies] no.
Ladi es and gentlem en,
[bells continue to toll]
(male presenter, off) Louis j. Bookman,
U p there, mr. Bookman.
Will have to concern Himself with survival.
Get an am bu lance.
Outside of a slight cold I had last wi nter,
In the twilight zone.
What does that Look like to you?
No need.
It is a dimension As vast as space