DJ:
[as Howard tries to break into the radio station; he calls the cops]
Yeah, I've got a mad man in my studio and...
[Howard breaks the glass door and charges inside]

DJ:
HELP ME!
Howard Langston:
Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, Blitzen!
DJ:
What?
Howard Langston:
See, I couldn't get through on the phone. Did I win?
[Howard hugs the DJ]

DJ:
Oh no, it's not that simple!
DJ:
No! Wait, wait!
[Myron comes into the radio room]

Howard Langston:
You're too late! I already got the the right answer! I won! Ha ha! Yeah!
Myron Larabee:
I don't need the right answer to win! I got this!
[Myron pulls out a package]

Howard Langston:
Now what's that?
Myron Larabee:
This, Mr. Track Star, is a homemade explosive device!
Howard Langston:
A bomb?
Myron Larabee:
Yes, in layman's terms, a bomb! So back up!
Howard Langston:
You built a bomb?
Myron Larabee:
No, I didn't build a bomb! Don't you read the news? Hundreds of these things come through the mail every day! I just kept one in case I ever needed it! So give me the doll, or I'll blow up everybody in this place!
Howard Langston:
Are you out of your mind? Put this thing away!
Riportata da il 05/03/2025 alle ore 08:47

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