Adventures in Odyssey

Chris: Hi, this is Chris. Welcome to Adventures in Odyssey.

John Avery Whittaker: Oh, hi there. Welcome to Odyssey. I'm John Avery Whittaker, but most folks around here call me Whit. Why don't you get the whole family together and join us for another exciting adventure in Odyssey?

Guest (Male): Ladies and gentlemen,

Guest (Female): What?

Guest (Male): It's not possible. Presenting the renowned actor of this or any other age.

Guest (Female): Shakespeare?

Guest (Male): Mr. R. E. Blackard.

R. E. Blackard: Alas, poor Yorick. I knew him.

Lucy Schultz: Hello, is anybody here?

Shakespeare: Hello. Welcome to the Harlequin Dinner Theater. Have you been waiting long?

Lucy Schultz: No, I just got here.

Shakespeare: Oh, good. What can I do for you?

Lucy Schultz: My name is Lucy Schultz, and I'm a cub reporter for the Odyssey Times.

Shakespeare: Ah, a newspaper woman.

Lucy Schultz: Dale Jacobs, my editor, wanted me to come out and talk to Mr. Flint since he's selling the dinner theater.

Shakespeare: Mr. Flint?

Lucy Schultz: Yes, sir.

Shakespeare: You mean Mr. Flint, who sold the dinner theater and moved to Florida yesterday?

Lucy Schultz: Yeah, that. Oh, he already left?

Shakespeare: Yes. I'm terribly sorry. I'm Shakespeare, by the way. Very nice to meet you.

Lucy Schultz: Shakespeare?

Shakespeare: Perhaps you'd like to talk to the new owner? I'm sure he'd love to introduce himself to Odyssey through the pages of your fine newspaper. It would give you the scoop, as they say.

Lucy Schultz: Sure. Who is the new owner?

Shakespeare: One thing at a time.

Shakespeare: Someone from the press to meet you, sir.

R. E. Blackard: Oh, excellent. Well, introduce me, Shakespeare.

Shakespeare: Miss Lucy Schultz, it's my pleasure to introduce you to the new owner of the Harlequin Dinner Theater. Star of stage and screen, Mr. R. E. Blackard.

R. E. Blackard: Oh, thank you. Thank you, thank you.

Lucy Schultz: Blackard.

R. E. Blackard: Yes, my dear. It's so very good to meet a member of the press. A tad young, perhaps. However, we won't quibble over minor details.

Lucy Schultz: Blackard. I don't believe it.

R. E. Blackard: Oh, come now, child, don't swoon.

Lucy Schultz: No.

R. E. Blackard: You're a professional.

Lucy Schultz: I don't believe it. No, no.

R. E. Blackard: Strange child.

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Connie: Connie. Lucy. What's wrong? You look like you've just seen a ghost.

Lucy Schultz: Where is Mr. Whittaker? I have to talk to him right away.

Connie: Good grief, Lucy. He's back in the Little Theater helping Jack rehearse.

Lucy Schultz: I have to.

Connie: Okay, wait, will you? Here he comes now. Take a deep breath and just try to relax.

John Avery Whittaker: Oh, Connie, have you seen the... Lucy?

Lucy Schultz: Mr. Whittaker, he's back again.

John Avery Whittaker: Who's back?

Lucy Schultz: He bought the Harlequin Dinner Theater from Mr. Flint.

John Avery Whittaker: Who, Lucy? Who are you talking about?

Lucy Schultz: Dr. Blackard.

John Avery Whittaker: What?

Shakespeare: It's not possible.

Lucy Schultz: Honest. He came at the office and wanted to shake my hand.

Connie: Blackard wouldn't dare come back to Odyssey after all he did.

John Avery Whittaker: Are you sure it was him?

Lucy Schultz: Yes, I saw him.

John Avery Whittaker: Well, what do you know about that?

Connie: I'll tell you what I know. I'm going to call the police.

John Avery Whittaker: Oh, oh, oh, hold on, Connie.

Connie: Why? What's wrong?

John Avery Whittaker: Well, you'll call the police and tell them what?

Connie: That Blackard is back in town and should be arrested.

John Avery Whittaker: For what?

Connie: For what? For burning down Tom's barn, for sabotaging the imagination station, for for everything. Don't you remember what he did here and in Chicago?

John Avery Whittaker: I remember, but there's something you're forgetting.

Connie: What do you mean?

John Avery Whittaker: We don't have any concrete proof of the things Blackard did. Why, he's always been very shrewd about covering his tracks.

Connie: Sneaky, you mean.

John Avery Whittaker: Well, whatever.

Connie: So what, we're not supposed to do anything about this? We have to do something to stop him.

John Avery Whittaker: Like what? Get a mob together, go out to the Harlequin Dinner Theater and demand an explanation?

Connie: Well, yeah.

John Avery Whittaker: Oh, I don't think so.

Connie: Then what are we going to do?

John Avery Whittaker: Well, I know it's not what you want to hear, but I think we're going to have to wait and see what Blackard does first.

Connie: What? You mean just sit around and and wait?

John Avery Whittaker: Yes, Connie. Patiently.

John Avery Whittaker: Ah, there you go. Thanks for stopping in. See you around, Whit.

John Avery Whittaker: Hi, Jack, how's the rehearsal going?

Jack: It's not. That's how it's going.

John Avery Whittaker: Something wrong?

Jack: It's no good, Mr. Whittaker. I've been trying all day. Those kids are terrible.

John Avery Whittaker: Well, everybody has to start somewhere, Jack. That's what the Little Theater's for. You knew that when you said you'd direct the play.

Jack: I know, but nobody'll take the time to memorize their lines and they won't go where they're supposed to on stage and, they're amateurs.

John Avery Whittaker: Why, of course they are. That's why I wrote a simple play for them to try out. You know, I thought you'd be a good director for them, especially after the wonderful job you did with the Parks and Recreation Theater this summer.

Jack: That was nothing compared to this.

John Avery Whittaker: All right, so it's a new challenge for you. But I believe you can handle it. Just help them do their best, okay?

Jack: It's just that sometimes I'd like to do some real theater. You know, get involved in a real production.

John Avery Whittaker: Oh, you will. And the Little Theater's a good place to start.

Shakespeare: Ladies and gentlemen, direct to you from the Royal Haymarket Theater in London, Sydney and Oshkosh, presenting the renowned actor of this or any other age, Mr. R. E. Blackard.

John Avery Whittaker: What in the world?

R. E. Blackard: Thank you, thank you, thank you. Please, please keep your seats. I'll be happy to sign autographs later.

John Avery Whittaker: Yes, I live and breathe.

Jack: What's wrong, Mr. Whittaker?

R. E. Blackard: Ah, from your look and stature, I'd say you're the proprietor of this place.

John Avery Whittaker: I'm John Avery Whittaker and this is Whit's End. Yes. Don't you recognize it?

R. E. Blackard: No, but I'm honored to grace it with my presence. So very glad to meet you, Mr. Whittaker. And you are?

Jack: Jack. Jack Davis.

R. E. Blackard: A pleasure, Jack. This is my companion, Shakespeare.

Jack: Shakespeare.

R. E. Blackard: Shakespeare, the posters, if you please.

Shakespeare: Yes, sir.

R. E. Blackard: Mr. Whittaker, I have here a poster which I would like to display in a prominent place.

John Avery Whittaker: What sort of poster?

R. E. Blackard: A poster of yours truly, striking a rather dramatic pose to advertise the auditions I will be having at the Harlequin Dinner Theater tomorrow afternoon, followed by a free performance at the gazebo in the park. It's a photo from my own production of Hamlet. Alas, poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio.

Jack: Auditions?

R. E. Blackard: Yes. I intend to produce several new shows and hope to mine the depths of Odyssey for whatever talent may be encrusted in these dormant walls.

Jack: That was beautiful.

R. E. Blackard: Thank you. Thank you, thank you. A young man of artistry and taste, no doubt.

Jack: Oh, yeah. What time are the auditions? I'll come.

R. E. Blackard: 2:00 sharp. Now, Mr. Whittaker.

John Avery Whittaker: I'm sorry, Mr. Blackard, but I, I don't allow advertisements to be hung in my shop. However, there is a bulletin board in the...

Connie: The kids are complaining that the train's, Blackard.

John Avery Whittaker: Connie, let me introduce you to...

Connie: Blackard, you have a lot of nerve.

R. E. Blackard: I beg your pardon.

Connie: Who is the big idea of coming back to Odyssey? Didn't you do enough damage? Did you think maybe you could ruin a few more lives? Is that the thing?

R. E. Blackard: I believe you have me confused.

Connie: What are you plotting now, huh? You don't really think anybody believes this dinner theater scam, do you?

Jack: I do.

R. E. Blackard: I'm sure if you let me explain.

Connie: And to have the nerve to come right here to Whit's End. Boy, you have a lot of of of

Shakespeare: Nerve?

R. E. Blackard: Don't help her, Shakespeare. Young woman, if you would please.

Connie: I think you ought to just turn around and march right back to whatever rock you crawled out from under. Connie.

John Avery Whittaker: Connie.

R. E. Blackard: Well, if you kind, friendly folks will excuse me, I'll be on my way. Shakespeare, the door.

Shakespeare: Yes, sir.

John Avery Whittaker: Wait a minute. Why don't you come into my office and we...

R. E. Blackard: No, thank you, Mr. Whittaker. I'm leaving now. Good day to you, and to you, young man. And even to you, good lady. Shakespeare, the door.

Shakespeare: It's still here, sir.

John Avery Whittaker: Connie, there are a number of correct and civil ways to handle a situation like this and that was not one of them.

Lucy Schultz: Hi, Mr. Jacobs, you wanted to see me?

Dale Jacobs: Uh-huh. Come on in and sit down.

Lucy Schultz: Thanks.

Dale Jacobs: I was looking over your article about the new dinner theater and, well, frankly, it's incomplete, Lucy. You talk about Flint retiring and the Harlequin being bought, but you don't have much to say about the new owner.

Lucy Schultz: You know why.

Dale Jacobs: Blackard, yes. And I understand why you ran out before you could talk to him. But I can't print this article without something about his plans for the place.

Lucy Schultz: But I don't think I can go back.

Dale Jacobs: I understand. I'll go talk to him myself.

Lucy Schultz: I'd be scared to death to talk to him face-to-face again.

Dale Jacobs: I understand, really.

Lucy Schultz: But on the other hand, I am supposed to be a professional reporter. I shouldn't let my feelings get in the way of the story.

Dale Jacobs: Lucy, I understand, and I don't want you to worry about it.

Lucy Schultz: And maybe it'll be good to talk to him. Maybe it'll help put everything behind me. I can face him and show him that he can't scare me anymore.

Dale Jacobs: Lucy, honest, I understand how you feel.

Lucy Schultz: Yeah. I'll show him. I'll talk to him objectively, like a good reporter should, and get the rest of that story for you.

Dale Jacobs: Lucy, I understand, and none of this is necessary. I'll do it myself.

Lucy Schultz: No, Mr. Jacobs, I insist. I'll face him and get the job done for you. I need to do it. Give me a couple hours and I'll be back with the finished story.

Dale Jacobs: Lucy, no, really, I understand completely.

R. E. Blackard: Shakespeare, take my coat and fix me a lemonade. Quickly.

Shakespeare: Yes, sir.

R. E. Blackard: What a day. First, there was the incident with that that that girl at Whit's End. I've never been so humiliated in my life.

Shakespeare: There was that time in New Jersey, sir.

R. E. Blackard: And then the rest of the good people of Odyssey slammed doors in my face, ignored me. And that one man, the farmer.

Shakespeare: Tom Riley.

R. E. Blackard: Yes, Tom I poster up right in front of my very eyes. Outrageous.

Shakespeare: Your lemonade.

R. E. Blackard: Thank you, Shakespeare. Thank you. What am I going to do? How long will I be plagued by these incidents?

Shakespeare: That's show biz, sir.

R. E. Blackard: It's not show biz, Shakespeare, it's something worse. Something foul, something that has hounded my footsteps on every inch they have fallen.

Shakespeare: Sir?

R. E. Blackard: Do I have to say it? Dare I speak the unspeakable?

Shakespeare: Well, if you don't speak the unspeakable, sir, then I won't know what you're not speaking in regards to.

R. E. Blackard: You know, Shakespeare. What else could it be?

Shakespeare: Yes, sir.

Guest (Female): Mr. Blackard, there's a reporter here to see you, a young woman named Lucy, uh, Lucy Schultz.

R. E. Blackard: The one who screamed and ran away.

Guest (Female): I beg your pardon.

R. E. Blackard: No, send her away. I have too much on my mind. I'm not interested in talking to some child reporter who screams.

Shakespeare: With all due respect, sir, this could be a wonderful opportunity.

R. E. Blackard: Hold on, Miss Minion. For what?

Shakespeare: Now would be the perfect chance to set the record straight in print. About the unspeakable.

R. E. Blackard: Yes. Of course. Of course, I'll see Miss Schultz. Send her right in.

Guest (Female): Yes, sir.

R. E. Blackard: You do have your moment, Shakespeare. They're decades apart, but you do have your moments.

Shakespeare: Lucy Schultz, sir.

R. E. Blackard: Come in, come in, come in, Miss Schultz. Do sit down. Here, have my lemonade.

Shakespeare: I'll fix her a fresh glass, sir.

R. E. Blackard: Oh, yes, of course. What was I thinking? Please make yourself at home, Miss Schultz.

Lucy Schultz: You might as well call me Lucy like you used to.

R. E. Blackard: Now, about that.

Lucy Schultz: Look, Dr. Blackard, I'm here as a reporter for the Odyssey Times to get your plans for the Harlequin Dinner Theater, and that's all. Okay? The past has nothing to do with my ability to be objective.

R. E. Blackard: I'm glad you brought up the past, Lucy, because...

Shakespeare: Your lemonade.

Lucy Schultz: Oh, thanks.

Shakespeare: Is there something wrong with it?

Lucy Schultz: It's not drugged or anything, is it?

Shakespeare: Madam, I would never.

R. E. Blackard: Oh, that's all right, Shakespeare. Obviously, Miss Schultz, Lucy, is operating under a misconception about us.

Lucy Schultz: Oh, really?

R. E. Blackard: Yes. I believe you have me confused with someone else.

Lucy Schultz: Like who?

R. E. Blackard: You called me Dr. Blackard a moment ago. Well, I'm not a doctor.

Lucy Schultz: Why? Did they make you give the title back?

R. E. Blackard: No, my dear.

Lucy Schultz: Okay, Mr. Blackard, then.

R. E. Blackard: Yes, Mr. R. E. Blackard.

Lucy Schultz: R. E. I know Regis.

R. E. Blackard: No, not Regis. Ronald. Ronald Edwin Blackard. I prefer to be called Edwin inasmuch as I don't like to be confused with a certain clown with that first name.

Lucy Schultz: Ronald? Your first name is Ronald?

R. E. Blackard: Yes, but do call me Edwin.

Lucy Schultz: I don't understand.

R. E. Blackard: Obviously not. You see, Lucy, I believe you have me confused with Dr. Regis Blackard. My twin brother.

Lucy Schultz: What?

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Connie: Twin brothers?

Lucy Schultz: That's what he said. He's Ronald Edwin Blackard and Dr. Regis Blackard is a Regis Blackard.

John Avery Whittaker: Well, what do you know about that?

Jack: See, I knew he was a nice guy.

Connie: I don't believe it. It's him. It's Dr. Blackard.

John Avery Whittaker: I don't know, Connie. Some people do have twins, and that would certainly explain why he didn't seem to recognize us.

Connie: I still don't believe it. It's a trick.

Lucy Schultz: He showed me some pictures, one where he was shaking hands with the Queen of England. Though it looked like he pasted her in there.

John Avery Whittaker: I suppose it would be easy enough to check if Dr. Blackard was one of two.

Connie: I still wouldn't believe it. It would be just like Dr. Blackard to sneak back into town pretending to be a twin brother. What a great disguise.

John Avery Whittaker: What else did he say, Lucy?

Lucy Schultz: Only that he feels terrible about anything his brother may have done, and he hopes to make it up to the people of Odyssey by providing them with the finest theater this side of the city line.

Jack: All right.

Lucy Schultz: And to start, he's going to have those auditions tomorrow afternoon, then give a free performance on the gazebo in the park.

John Avery Whittaker: Well, that's something, at least.

Connie: If you want to fall for his trick.

John Avery Whittaker: Connie.

Connie: I'm just being honest, Whit. Nobody that I know in town is going to go for his audition or his performance.

Jack: I will.

Connie: Nobody except Jack. Why should we trust him? Even Tom Riley said that he...

John Avery Whittaker: Connie, I understand how everyone feels, but the man says he's not Dr. Blackard, and, well, I'm willing to believe him until he proves otherwise. Everybody needs a chance, you know.

Connie: Well, even if he is Dr. Blackard's twin brother, he's still not.

John Avery Whittaker: Wait a minute, Connie, wait a minute. If you're about to say that we shouldn't trust him because he's Dr. Blackard's brother, then we're about to have a serious argument. We have to take people on their own merits and actions, you know that.

Connie: All I'm saying is that no one, except Jack, wants to be involved with this guy, whoever he may be. And I'll be surprised if anybody shows up for his performance tomorrow.

R. E. Blackard: How does my costume look, Shakespeare?

Shakespeare: Excellent, sir. If Hamlet were alive today, he'd die at the sight of you.

R. E. Blackard: Oh, thank you. And may I commend you for this makeshift stage you've concocted on this horrid little gazebo?

Shakespeare: You may.

R. E. Blackard: Consider yourself commended. Well, has anyone showed up yet?

Shakespeare: No, sir, not a soul. Except for a group of children playing basketball across the field.

R. E. Blackard: I would have thought the article in the paper this morning would generate a response.

Shakespeare: Perhaps this is the response.

R. E. Blackard: But what about Jack? He promised to the audition to come here right after he finished at his pizza delivery job.

Shakespeare: If his car is the one with the giant pizza on top, then he's just arrived, sir.

R. E. Blackard: Oh, good. Of all those who auditioned, he showed the most potential.

Shakespeare: He was the only one who auditioned, sir.

R. E. Blackard: Exactly.

Jack: Sorry, I'm late.

R. E. Blackard: Quite all right, my boy. We have just a few minutes to. Where's your costume?

Jack: Oh, well, um, I I didn't have time to go home and change.

R. E. Blackard: Well, you, so, we're doing a scene from Hamlet, with me dressed in Elizabethan garb, and you dressed in a Mr. Happies pizza costume?

Jack: I could take off the hat.

R. E. Blackard: Oh, please don't bother. Shakespeare.

Jack: My favorite playwright.

R. E. Blackard: Wrong one. Shakespeare.

Shakespeare: Yes, sir.

R. E. Blackard: The time.

Shakespeare: 4:00, sir.

R. E. Blackard: Oh, then we must begin. I won't tolerate late starts.

Jack: But there's no one out there, except Mr. Whittaker.

Jack: Hi, Mr. Whittaker.

John Avery Whittaker: Hello, Jack.

R. E. Blackard: Obviously, the people of Odyssey aren't interested in my efforts to bring true theater to this town.

Shakespeare: I believe it's more a matter of trust, sir.

R. E. Blackard: I know, I know. Still.

Jack: Should we forget about it, Mr. Blackard? I mean, it's only Mr. Whittaker.

R. E. Blackard: Absolutely not, Jack. The first rule of the theater is, the show must go on. Pull the curtain, Shakespeare.

Shakespeare: Yes, sir.

Shakespeare: Ladies and gentleman, presenting the world renowned...

R. E. Blackard: Get on with it, Shakespeare.

Shakespeare: R. E. Blackard.

R. E. Blackard: Thank you, thank you, thank you. The Harlequin Dinner Theater is pleased to present a selection of classical works of the theater for your afternoon's entertainment. I am your humble and most obedient servant, Edwin Blackard.

Connie: I locked the front door on my way out, Whit.

John Avery Whittaker: Okay, Connie. See you tomorrow.

Connie: Whit? You're not mad at me for not going to Blackard's performance this afternoon, are you?

John Avery Whittaker: No, I'm not mad, especially since I'd have to be mad at the whole town too. I'm a little disappointed though.

Connie: Good, just so you're not mad.

John Avery Whittaker: It was a good performance.

Connie: Yeah, I'll bet. I'll see you tomorrow.

John Avery Whittaker: Uh-huh. Well, I guess I'll finish those kitchen floors. What? Hang on a minute. I'm sorry, but we're closed. Oh. Hello, Mr. Whittaker.

R. E. Blackard: I'm surprised to see you, Mr. Blackard.

John Avery Whittaker: Oh, do call me Edwin.

R. E. Blackard: Edwin.

John Avery Whittaker: Oh, and please call me Whit.

R. E. Blackard: I know it's late, but I want to stop by and thank you for your show of support today.

John Avery Whittaker: Oh, it was my pleasure. I just wish more people had turned up.

R. E. Blackard: As do I. However, we can't undo what's been done. Or what others have done. May I impose upon your time for a moment? I, I need your help.

John Avery Whittaker: Well, come on in.

R. E. Blackard: You're kind.

John Avery Whittaker: Look, Edwin, I want you to know that I believe you're who you say you are.

R. E. Blackard: Thank you, Whit. Which brings me to the purpose of my visit.

John Avery Whittaker: Yes.

R. E. Blackard: What in the world am I going to do about the rest of the townspeople? I bought the dinner theater without knowing my brother was ever here. And if I can't get anyone to come to our productions, I'll I'll be broke within two months.

John Avery Whittaker: Well, I've been thinking about that.

R. E. Blackard: And?

John Avery Whittaker: And I don't have an answer for you.

R. E. Blackard: You see, the people of Odyssey are generally good-natured, but your brother caused some very serious trouble here. Naturally, because you're his twin, people aren't inclined to trust you.

R. E. Blackard: But it's not my fault. Am I doomed because of my brother's misdeeds? It's difficult enough to rise above my own failings, without having to suffer for his as well.

John Avery Whittaker: Well, I'm merely explaining how it is for the people of Odyssey, Edwin. You have to understand their feelings.

R. E. Blackard: Yes, yes, of course. So where does that leave me?

John Avery Whittaker: With a difficult task ahead of you. A task that'll take time and perseverance on your part. There aren't any shortcuts to establishing trust. But I'll do everything I can to help you.

R. E. Blackard: For that, you have my undying gratitude. I'll bother you no more. Shakespeare, the car.

Shakespeare: Yes, sir.

John Avery Whittaker: Oh, oh, one more thing, Edwin.

R. E. Blackard: Yes.

John Avery Whittaker: May I shake your hand?

R. E. Blackard: Shake my. Why, of course. But why?

John Avery Whittaker: Because I've always longed to shake the hand of a Blackard in friendship.

R. E. Blackard: Yes. In friendship.

Connie: Morning, Whit.

John Avery Whittaker: Good morning, Connie.

Connie: Hey, you're here early. I thought I was going to open the shop today.

John Avery Whittaker: Well, I wanted to be here when you came in.

Connie: Oh, really?

John Avery Whittaker: I found something in my mail last night when I got home. Thought you and a lot of other folks might want to see it.

Connie: Yeah.

John Avery Whittaker: Maybe it'll prove to you that Edwin Blackard isn't really Dr. Regis Blackard.

Connie: What'd you do? Call one of your buddies in Chicago?

John Avery Whittaker: Nope. I just happened to get the latest issue of the International Computer Newspaper.

Connie: Sounds fascinating.

John Avery Whittaker: It is if you read it from cover to cover. Page seven, for instance. You'll notice the photo.

Connie: Hey, that's.

John Avery Whittaker: Uh-huh. Dr. Regis Blackard, renowned computer consultant, announced in Vienna yesterday, the formation of a new European strategy group to discuss the consolidation of computer language.

Connie: Oh.

John Avery Whittaker: Dr. Blackard can do a lot of things, but I don't think he can be in two separate countries at the same time.

Connie: No, I guess not.

John Avery Whittaker: I don't usually hang posters around here, but I think I'll make an exception for this and hang it in the front window. What do you think?

Lucy Schultz: I think I'll get you some tape.

John Avery Whittaker: Thank you.

Focus on the Family: Only time will tell what we should think of Mr. Edwin Blackard. But we should listen to Whit's advice and always consider the merits and actions of the person, and not prejudge him or her because of family or background or culture. Thanks for listening. If you'd like your own copy of today's adventure, you can ask about it by writing to Odyssey, Colorado Springs, Colorado, 80995, or in Canada write to Box 9800, Vancouver BC, V6B 4G3. It's called Double Trouble. The address once again is Odyssey, Colorado Springs, Colorado, 80995. Adventures in Odyssey is a presentation of Focus on the Family. Today's program was written and directed by Paul McCusker. Our production engineer was Dave Arnold, and our executive producer, Chuck Bolte.

Chris: And I'm Chris. Hoping you'll join us again next time for more Adventures in Odyssey.