Re: Crows

The year is 1987 and NASA launches the last of America's deep space probes.

In a freak mishap, Ranger 3 and its pilot Captain William 'Buck' Rogers are blown out of their trajectory into an orbit which freezes his life support system and returns Buck Rogers to Earth five hundred years later.

Now, the world don't move to the beat of just one drum, what might be right for you, may not be right for some.

A man is born, he's a man of means. Then along come two, they got nothing but their jeans.

But they got, Diff'rent Strokes, it takes Diff'rent Strokes. It takes Diff'rent Strokes to move the world.

What you are about to see is real; the litigants on the screen are not actors. They are genuine citizens who, having filed their claims in a real small claims court, have been persuaded to drop their suits there and have them settled here, in this forum... the People's Court.

My name is Rhoda Morgenstern. I was born in the Bronx, New York in December of 1941. I've always felt responsible for World War II. The first thing I remember liking that liked me back was food. I had a bad puberty; it lasted seventeen years. I'm a high school graduate. I went to art school. My entrance exam was on a book of matches. I decided to move out of the house when I was twenty-four. My mother still refers to this as the time I ran away from home. Eventually, I ran to Minneapolis, where it's cold and I figured I'd keep better. Now I'm back in Manhattan. New York, this is your last chance!

We never thought of findin' a place where we belong. Don't have to stand alone, we'll never let you fall. Don't need permission to decide what you believe. You gotta learn something when we meet you after school. I said jump, down on Jump Street. I said jump, down on Jump Street. Your friends will be there when your back is to the wall. You'll find you'll need us cause there's no one else to call. When it was hopeless a decision is what you need. You'd better be ready cause' your runnin' outta time. Say jump, 21 Jump, Street.

They arrived in fifty mother ships, offering their friendship and advance technology to Earth. Skeptical of the visitors, Mike Donovan and Juliet Parrish infiltrated their ranks and soon discovered some startling secrets. The resistance is all that stands between us... and the visitors.

Life is like a hurricane here in Duckburg. Race cars, lasers, aeroplanes - it's a duck blur. You might solve a mystery or rewrite history - Duck Tales, Oo-oo! Tales of derring-do, bad and good luck tales, oo-oo! D-d-d-danger, watch behind you - there's a stranger out to find you! What to do? Just grab onto some Duck Tales, oo-oo! Not pony tails or cotton tails but Duck Tales, oo-oo! When it seems they're headed for the final curtain Bold deduction never fails, that's for certain The worst of messes become successes!

Weebles wobble but they don't fall down. Weebles are around, don't fall down! Weeble wobble, Weeble wobble, Weeble wobble, Weeble wobble, Weeble wobble, Weeble wobble. Don't fall down!

Look for the Union Label when you are buying a coat, dress, or blouse. Remember, somewhere our union's sewing, our wages going to feed the kids, and run the house. We work hard, but who's complaining. Thanks to the I.L.G. we're paying our way. So always look for the Union Label. It means we're able to make it in the U.S.A.!