TONIGHT

ON THE ABC WEEKEND SPECIAL SATURDAY MORNING MOVIE:

"Marital Problems. They happen to the best of them." — The J.A.M.

WALT DISNEY PICTURES PRESENTS / PRESENTA / APRESENTA

DIGITALLY REMASTERED…


Dale and Foxglove had been married for five months now…


A NIGHTMARE…

"Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore,"


A MONSTER TOO FAMILIAR…

The monster turned around, and everyone saw its face.

Its horrible face.


START A DODGING GAME…

"Foxy! We overslept! We have to take the next shift in the rescue!"


FULL OF WORK…

"…Chip, we're sorry we've been slackin' off."


FULL OF ILLNESS…

But wasn't that impossible? How could he have given in to human germs—?


FULL OF EXERCISE…

It was interesting how much Foxglove managed to get done today…


FULL OF SABOTAGE…

She heard something topple.

And slowly the room got brighter and brighter.

And then the sulphur wasn't the only thing she was smelling.


FULL OF SUSPICION…

"That is, they have no motive that we know about, so there's the possibility that they're not telling us everything that's going on between them."


FULL OF PAIN…

Oh no.

No.

"But what? Did Dale…"

He just couldn't bring himself to ask the question.

It was so unlikely of Dale, and yet, when placed under the right circumstances, he was willing to kill, but then again, he would kill to defend her.

Could another set of circumstances have happened that might have caused him to…to…

"…hurt you?"


FULL OF LIES…

"Dale," said Chip, after a deep breath. "Are…are you okay?"

For a long moment, Dale didn't answer.

Slowly, he turned to the wall, put a tired paw on it, looked down, and replied, "I…I'm…fine, Chip."

Foxglove turned away from her husband.

"Really?" asked the Detective, not buying that one bit.

"Yes."

Dale wouldn't look at anyone.

"No problems at all?"

"No."

"You sure?"

"Yes."

Chip thought for a moment.

"Are you hungry?"


FULL OF ANGST…

"Dale, if you keep this up, she'll have legal grounds for a divorce."

"Iknowthat!" he chattered, bristling and stiffening his features while whirling to face him, flailing his paws about. "Butyoudidn'tseewhatIsaw!"

He turned away again.

Taken back for a moment, Chip calmed down, but kept his ears low.

Slowly, he padded up to his best friend, and asked, "What did you see?"

A long moment passed.

"Something horrible…"


"Dale—" she sobbed, "Dale…I…I need you…"

He, on the other paw, just turned again to look at his pathetic reflection in the mirror.

She couldn't cry anymore.


FULL OF MYSTERY…

"Chip, I know you'll probably bonk me for this, but as I was flyin' around, I ended up in…in East Staten Island Park."


FULL OF TEMPTATION…

And she was a bat.

A female bat.

In the middle of autumn.

And while she may be married, as the ring around her thumbclaw proclaimed, that may not necessarily be enough to deter any male bat who might have questionable intentions.

Why, any male bat could take one whiff from her from across the park and fly straight to her and grab her and begin to kiss her and—


FULL OF FEAR…

There it was again.

That face.

That horrible face.

The pipistrell's fright increased ten-fold. She covered her muzzle with her wings in terror.

There was no mistaking it now…


THE NIGHTMARE STRIKES…

—and slammed Dale into the ground.

AND ONLY ONE PERSON CAN STOP IT…


TRESS MACNEILLE

"Don't explain, please,"

COREY BURTON

"AAAAHHH!"

TRESS MACNEILLE

"G-G-G-G-G-G-G-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-LY-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-TH-TH-TH-TH-A-A-A-A-N-N-K-K-K-K-S-S-S-S-S-S-N-N-N-O-O-O-O-O-E-E-E-E-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-G-G-U-E-E-E-E-E-E-S-S-S-TH-TH-TH-TH-I-I-I-I-I-S-S-S-S-S-W-W-W-W-W-O-O-O-O-R-R-R-R-K-K-K-K-S-S-S-S-S-T-T-T-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-W-W-W-W-W-W-E-E-E-E-E-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-?-?-?-?-?-!-!-!-!"

JIM CUMMINGS

"What! 'E didn't beat you, did 'e?"

COREY BURTON

"Aye aye!"

JAMES EARL JONES

"DADDY…WHY…DID…YOU…MAKE…ME…THIS…WAY?"

APRIL WINCHELL AS FOXGLOVE

AAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGHHHHH!


SPECIAL APPEARANCES BY

JIM CUMMINGS

"Hey, look! Newcomers!"

KATHLEEN HELPPIE-SHIPLEY

"This is all your fault!"

HENRY GIBSON

"Planet? Why do you ask that? Why would this planet be any other?"

JO ANNE WORLEY

"Horsing? What's a horse?"

ALAN OPPENHEIMER

"Hey, you're the strangest creatures I've ever seen…"

BILL SCOTT

"How did you get here? And what are you doing here?"

STAN FREBERG

"Oh-oh. It looks like something is going to ruin everyone's perfect day."


ENVISION

The conversation was suddenly interrupted by what sounded like a mix of a shriek and a chatter, only it was in the bass rage, and it had a volume level of about 100 decibels.

[STOMP!]


I DREAM OF THE NEW RANGER

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