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OZONA GNYTE New English. STORMYís mother, a loyal Astrati
OLD WOMAN Marvieís elderly neighbor KOGA TANAKE Yogi-like. Astrati Scurrier, acolyte/secret
agent FATHER KINAKIN Yogi-like Astrati Scurrier
elder MALE PLAYER/SAM Sonic Circus performer
FEMALE PLAYER/SAL Sonic Circus performer Episode I: All in Your Head
SOUND: ASTRAL CLASSROOM. CHALKBOARD. \VONIKKEN:\ Hello class. Is everyone here?
I am Professor Don VonIkken and this is Cosmic Significance 2012. If anyone gets sick from
astral travel, be warned: this class is taught in the minds of other people and throughout
the time stream. So keep your barf bags handy, ya? Of course we can look into their minds,
but donít interrupt. Observe common civility at all times. Everyone follow me!
SOUND: SPACE/TIME TRANSIT. HUGE TIDAL WAVE SURF!
\VONIKKEN:\ Ah! And we descend through the morning twilight down, down into St. Pete
Beach. The chilled sea breeze confirms it is February 29, 2012, 6:55 am. The young blond
woman meditating there on the beach, thatís Marvel S. Day. As you can observe, Marvie
is going out of her mind. SOUND: GENTLE WAVES ON BEACH. GULLS.
MARVIE: Breathe in, the waves come ashore. (HHHH) Breathe out the waves retreat. (TSHHH)
In. (HHH)Ö Out. (TSHH) OmmmmÖ. SOUND: PHONE RINGS WILLIAMIZED THEME FROM
FLINTSTONES. MARVIE: Oh, itís the darned follow phone.
Why did you follow me here to the beach? Oh well. Hello Liza.
LIZA: Hi Marvel S! What are you doing, meditating? MARVIE: (SIGHS) For crying out loud Liza,
the same thing I do every day at six: meditating! Now I am going inside for coffee.
LIZA: Thatís what I thought, Marvie. Why do you take the phone with you?
MARVIE: It follows me! (IN SALESPERSON VOICE) ìThe follow fone floats along wherever you
go.î You know that! I thought you were going to get one!
LIZA: Sister, itís you who sells silly cell phones by the sea shore not me. I donít need
an electronic tether all I need is love! What time are we gonna get at those ends?
MARVIE: (SIGHS AGAIN) Hang on. SOUND: WAVES HAVE SUBSIDED TO DISTANCE. COFFEE
POURING. MARVIE: The usual? Thirteen oíclock?
LIZA: What are you doing? MARVIE: Nothing. . Good coffee.
SOUND: CRINKLING NOISE LIZA: Uh, Marvie whatís that sound?
SOUND: MORE CRINKLING. MARVIE: What sound?
SOUND: CRINKLE, CRINKLE! LIZA: Marvie, are you making another aluminum
beanie? MARVIE: No! Itís a brain wave deflector.
It keeps the voices away. LIZA: Right. Oh Marvie, last week you thought
the horoscopes were written just for you, and the week before that you were convinced
thereís a colony on Mars ñ MARVIE: There is!
LIZA: And the week before that you were sure that Hollywood is run by the Illusionati and
the squirrels outside your window were talking to you! Iím surprised youíre not worried
that the follow fone is bugging you. MARVIE: Oh gosh! Do you think it is?
LIZA: Crap. No. Marvie. Iím sure it isnít. You know what? Maybe your tin beanie will
work, after all. MARVIE: Ya think?
LIZA: Yeah! It just might keep the crazy ideas in your head! Duct tape might work too, applied
below the noseÖ MARVIE: It says right here on Wackopedia:
A tin enclosure approximates a Faraday cage. LIZA: Fara Day? Is that one of your aunts?
In a cage? Sounds about right! MARVIE: Efficiency depends on the thickness
of the skin. LIZA: Sister, your problems are skin deep,
alright. How about we focus on those split ends, and get back to your roots. Thatís
all you really need! MARVIE: K. See you at one.
LIZA: Love ya. SOUND: SPACE/TIME TRANSIT
\VONIKKEN:\ OK Class. Now letís visit the ivied Hale College where Dante Del Fuego is
a sophomore TA in the physics lab! SOUND: equipment being handled, feet shuffling,
papers DANTE: Itís a common belief that no two things
can occupy the same space. For example, my hand cannot be in the same place as this lab
table- SOUND: HAND SMACKING LAB TABLE
DANTE: Ouch! However, in some cases, molecules can occupy spaces between other molecules
- proof that two objects can indeed occupy the same space. Sharon, take these two beakers
and fill them both with water. SOUND: WATER POURED TWICE. SHARON HUMS.
DANTE: In the first beaker we will put sand, which raises the water level until it overflows.
Sharon, go ahead and pour in the sand. SHARON: But thatíll make a mess!
DANTE: We have a towel. Go ahead. SOUND: WATER SPILLING ON TABLE
SHARON: Time for the towel! DANTE: Ok. Now take this sodium, plain table
salt, and add it to the other beaker. The salt will dissolve and -
SHARON: Thatís not - DANTE: Donít worry. It wonít overflow.
SHARON: But! DANTE: Oh here, give it to me! See nothing
to worry - SOUND: SODIUM POURING INTO WATER, THEN BOOM!
\VONIKKEN:\ Hale U-ni-ver-si-ty! Class, I was actually a professor at Hale when Dante
was there. In fact, at that very moment I was down the hall, talking to Zecharias Smythe.
VONIKKEN: Iím telling you, Smythe, I had it.
SMYTHE: Not again, VonIkken! VONIKKEN: In my hands solid and real. An antikythera
with markings in Egyptian, Chinese and Toltec! And now itís gone too! Someone got
it! SMYTHE: Who could that be, Don? You really
think someone is sabotaging you? Have you told that to the Dean?
VONIKKEN: Of course not, but how else can you explain the missing jade necklace from
the dig in Copan? Or those charred murals in the Ethiopian pyramid? Or-
SMYTHE: You are wasting your time with theories. VONNIKEN: But you never say thereís no proof.
You must admit to the possibility of alien influences on ancient cultures.
SMYTHE: I would not stake my scholarly reputation on the gamble that aliens built
the pyramids. VONIKKEN: Well, I do. Iím telling you, the
proof is out there. SMYTHE: If you say so, Mulder.
VONIKKEN: I mean it, Smythe. And next time, I will get the agent responsible for -
SOUND: BOOM! MUFFLED,DOWN A HALLWAY BEHIND CLOSED DOORS
VONIKKEN & SMYTHE: Not again! SOUND: RUNNING DOWN A HALLWAY, DOOR OPENING,
PANTING SHARON: Dr.Smythe, thereís been-
SMYTHE: An explosion, yes Sharon, Iím coming. SOUND: WAVES ON DISTANT BEACH
LIZA Marvie, letís bring the highlights to sunny gold. It totally goes with your dreamy
green peepers. I see you on a great throne, deep in the jungle,
surrounded by tatooed tribesmen who dance and sing in the firelight. They worship you
their idol! MARVIE Actually, they would be holding me
hostage, tied to a spit over a fire! But who is that hacking her way through the jungle
to save me? Oh, itís Liza Croft, Raider of the Lost Salon! You know, Liza if you ever
sold the Cosmetology school, you could totally open a Day Spa and Travel Agency.
Plan a trip to paradise while getting a pedicure. Or get a pedicure in Paradise!
LIZA The tribesmen stop their dancing and say Whaa? Youíre a goddess to these people,
and all you ask for is a pedicure? OK. While we wait for the color to take, why donít
you tell me what has you hiding under a silver beanie?
MARVIE Lizards. They want in my brain. LIZA: What?
MARVIE: The signals Iím receiving. Aliens. Lizard people.
LIZA: Marvie, you donít really believe that alients are trying to control your mind. Moguls
manipulating the media is one thing, honey. But what you are saying is well, nucking futs!
Even for you! MARVIE: Itís not just the media, itís more
direct. At least for me. LIZA: Weíll that I know, Marvel S Day. What
I donít get is why on Earth you think itís lizards! Creepy things! P.U. Are
you sure you havenít had an overdose of Rowdy Roddy? I came here to kick butt and chew bubble
gum. And Iím all out of bubble gum. MARVIE: You laugh, but that film wasnít far
off. There is nothing hidden which will not become manifest.
LIZA: It was far out alright. Out there like you. Why donít you just relax?
MARVIE: You know why. I have to Ö save the world.
LIZA: Not that again! The great legend of the Day family. I donít know why your parents
told you such bedtime stories! MARVIE: My brother was supposed be the one
to do it. He ñ LIZA: - was going to save humanity. I know.
MARVIE: But he died! LIZA: I know honey. He fell overboard when
you were in the Caribbean as kids. I know. MARVIE: So now I have to do it! I have to!
LIZA: You? But you can hardly take care of yourself!
MARVIE: I know! How can I ever - LIZA: Oh, now Marvie donít do that! Come
here honey- Ö hugs! Thatís better. Iím sorry. I know youíre scared, Tinkerbelle,
but I assure you, nobodyís trying to get in your brain! And sweetness, you donít have
to save the world today. OK? Now I have to go teach a five pm class on follicle implants.
Leave this in for twenty minutes and rinse it out until the water runs clear OK Lovey?
MARVIE: All right. Bye.
SOUND: LIZA EXITS. MARVIE: Oh! Time for my favorite radio
show! I hate to get up. So let me just take off this tin foil cap and stretch my brainwaves
out to the switch. AaaaaannnnnddÖ SOUND: RADIO CLICKS ON. TUNES IN BEHIND.
MARVIE: There! And now the tuner. I just use my mind to change it: 97, 90, 88.5! And turn
it up! SOUND: SONIC CIRCUS THEME MUSIC UP (OLD TIMEY
RADIO). MALE PLAYER: And now itís time for the Sonic
Circus! SOUND: SYNTH ORGAN BACKGROUND MUSIC THROUGHOUT
MALE PLAYER: This week, Sam and Sal find themselves in an elevator.
MALE PLAYER/SAM: Well, Sal. We might be here for a while.
SAL: Yes Sam. Weíre all Ö alone Ö together. SAM: Yes, Sal. Ö We are.
SAL: Sam? SAM: Sal?
SAL: Sam Ö SAM: Sal Ö?
SAL: Sa-am Ö SAM: Sal!
SAL: Sam! SAM: Sal!!
SAL: Sam! Sam! Sam! SAM: Sal! Sal! Sal!
SAL: Oh Sam! SAM: Oh Sal!
SAL: SamÖ yes! ohÖ yes! Sa-a-am!! SAM: OhÖ Oh godÖ Mar-sha-a!!
SOUND: RECORD NEEDLE SCRATCHING OFF SAL: What!?
SOUND: CLOSING ORGAN MUSIC MALE PLAYER: Ahem! If youíll pardon me for
asking: what did you just hear? What do you think you heard? I think you heard and actor
playing Sam - FEMALE PLAYER: And an actor-ess playing Sal!
MALE PLAYER: And the rest was all in your head!
FEMALE PLAYER: See what we can do? Itís so easy to reach into your mind-
MALE PLAYER: - and make you see - FEMALE PLAYER: - what we want you to -
BOTH: See? SOUND: SONIC CIRCUS CLOSING MUSIC
MALE PLAYER: We are the Sonic Circus. FEMALE PLAYER: And you have been warned!
SOUND: TIME/SPACE \VONIKKEN:\ Now class, never mind that pesky
circus. Focus on Dr. Smytheís office. Dante has just arrived.
SOUND: HALE FIGHT SONG. OFFICE DOOR OPENING AND CLOSING.
SMYTHE: Sit down, son. Dante del Fuego You certainly live up to your name. This is
the third time you have blown up the lab. Unless we include that incident in the cafeteria
- DANTE: Dr. Smythe, that was an accident!
SMYTHE: Because you did not do things in the traditional manner! Dante, you are the brightest
student Hale has ever seen. But you donít belong here.
DANTE: What? SMYTHE: Dan. You are like a son to me. You
are the only student who understands my lectures. DANTE: Thatís because you make everything
so convoluted, Iím surprised anybody can follow you at all!
SMYTHE: I do it on purpose. DANTE: You do?
SMYTHE: I do. I want the average student to tune out!
DANTE: Why? Itís all so fascinating! Inca and Hindu parallels, genocide in the Americas
and the related metaphysics. SMYTHE: Dante, I donít teach history Ö I
reveal it to those who are worthy. DANTE: I donít understand.
SMYTHE: Pick up that crystal ball on the shelf and look at it closely. What do you see?
DANTE: It is everything, professor. And it is nothing. Invisibly collecting the entirety
of all else, yet offering only reflection in return. It is a container of hope, a symbol
of unity and the sign of all bad things to come. A metaphor, a tear drop, a punctuation
mark. Perfection and emptiness, the whole yet a precise slice of individuality. The
ancient past and utter destiny combined in the essential, universal form. And -
SMYTHE: Yes? DANTE: And it is just a crystal ball.
SMYTHE: Exactly! Dante, my boy, that was wonderful! Most people, ninety-nine point nine two percent,
to be exact, would fail to see grand potential attached to the object. You did not just answer
my question, you opened entire realms of discourse and opportunities for exploration! You are
destined for great things, my boy. You will be a leader to make Alexander and Adolph blush
in shame. DANTE: A leader? Like a P-President?
SMYTHE: Oh my no! Youíre going far higher indeed!
DANTE: Huh? SMYTHE: Dante, pack your bags. You are going
on a ship. DANTE: A cruise? But midterms are in two weeks!
SMYTHE: No midterms for you. Youíve been granted an honorary PhD. There. Congratulations.
Now hurry! The Imperial Sun leaves Fishermanís Wharf at 5 AM.
DANTE: Honorary? Professor, but - SMYTHE: Dante, you have twelve hours to get
ready for the rest of your life. Pack as if you were never coming home. Now go!
DANTE: Yes sir. And goodbye. SOUND: DANTE EXITS
SMYTHE: I have cast fire upon the world, and see: I am guarding it until it blazes!
SOUND SPACE/TIME TRANSIT. ICY WIND UNDER. \VONIKKEN:\ Alright class, letís visit Koga
Tanake, a Scurrier acolyte at this Cerean monastery. Now down this hallway and left.
There he is. No thatís not a bathrobe. All the Scurriers wear them. Now hush, Tanake
is just about to graduate and his last of test is to hold his breath as long as he can.
Itís been five point five five minutes so far! Letís listen to his thoughts.
\TANAKE:\ By the gods, my lungs are burning and my face must be purple,
but I can hold my breath longer than anyone! Just recite the mantra The Exhaltation is
your life in the void of space. KINAKIN: You may breathe. Tanake, you
may breathe! \TANAKE:\ In the void of space!
I did it! KINAKEN: Show me the stone which the builders
have rejected. That one is the cornerstone. TANAKE: What, Father Kinakin?
KINAKEN: Congratulations Tanake. You have done well. You are now a Scurrier. But Ö
you will not be assigned to minister the Oids as you have requested.
TANAKE: What? I have a perfect score in scripture, history and twelve Astrati dialects!
KINAKIN: And top of your class in eight marshal arts. But a different path awaits you, Tanake.
TANAKE: What is to become of me, Father Kinakin? KINAKIN: You are to protect the Light of All
Days. Report to the inverted pyramid in St. Petersburg, Florida to receive details on
your assignment. Ad Gaudia! TANAKE: Thank you, Father. I will do my best.
Ad Gaudia. SOUND: DOORS SWISH OPEN, CLOSED. TIME/SPACE
TRANSIT \VONNIKEN:\ Now on to the fabulous subterranean
mansion of the Gnyte family, not far from Hale. Sixteen acres of living space, hidden
in plain sight under a national park! The girl you see in a silk bodysuit with diamond
brocade is Stormy Gnyte. Notice how she pouts and fiddles with the *** of her Mind Eraser
Pistol, hidden behind her back as she talks to her fiancÈ. Letís listen in now, shall
we? STORMY: So Josh, what do you think of our
home? JOSH: Stormy love, I knew your family had
money, but this place isÖ wow! STORMY: Sixteen acres underground. Nine hundred
bathrooms! Three hundred forty two bedrooms. And this one is mine!
JOSH: A plexi-glass ceiling? And a real lake over your bed?
STORMY: The best kind of aquarium. JOSH: Look at that television - holovision?
Babe! Why are you Showing me all of this, when your parents have forbidden us even seeing
each other? Has love finally won out? STORMY: Oh Josh, I do love you. I wish it
had been enough. SOUND: DISTANT DOOR, FOOTSTEPS & VOICE APPROACH.
OZONA: Princess! Come to the chapel Stormy! The Pope has traveled all the way from Europe
to bless the bride to be! Oh! You brought him here? You were to dispose
of this Dirtling. STORMY: Oh, Mummie! I donít want to marry
a Martian! I love Josh! OZONA: Now sweetie. Comments like that are
unworthy of Astrati nobility. Unification is the Astratiís primary goal, and you are
instrumental in achieving that goal. You should be honored to fulfill such a destiny.
SOUND: THE WORD ìDESTINYî REVERBERATES. PAUSE TWO BEATS.
STORMY: Yes, Mummie. SOUND: GUN CLICKING. WHIZZZ AS IT POWERS UP.
AND ZAP! JOSH: What are you doing? Darling? Stormy?
STORMY: Now you wonít have to wish you never knew me, Josh.
SOUND: BZZZZAP! JOSH: Where am I? Who are you? WaitÖ Who
am I? OZONA: Good girl. I shall have him sent to
the homeless shelter. Heíll be fine there. Come, ruffian!
Now Stormy, put away that toy and freshen up for the Pontiff! Five minutes, angel.
STORMY: Yes, mother. Oh, oh Josh!
SOUND: DREAMSCAPE VOICES ECHO/REVERB. SCREAMS GET CLOSER
LIZA: I was dreaming. I know it was a dream - the darkness was inky black. I could hear
Marvie in my mind. It really was her in my dream!
MARVIE: LIZA: Marvie? Is that you?
MARVIE: Ooh. Everything is spinning. Flora? Fauna? Is that you Merryweather?
LIZA: Marvie is that you? All I see is a forest! MARVIE: Here I am! Oh Phillip, kiss me quick!
LIZA: No, itís me: Liza! MARVIE: Oh Phillip. Iím soo tired. Iím just
going to curl up on this cloud, in the Aurora. LIZA: Wait, come back! Donít go ñ Ouch!
Where did all these thorns come from? Marvie? Ouch! Marvie!!
SOUND: SCREAMS IN DISTANCE, DOOR SLAMS SHUT LIZA: I woke up safe in my own bed, but I
was scared sick for Marvie. I tried to call her follow fone.
SOUND: WILLIAMIZED FLINSTONES: In the town of hemlockÖ
MARVIE: Hello. Iím not really here, am I?
LIZA: I drove fast as I could over the bridge. As I crossed Tampa Bay I remembered Marvie
going on about secret underwater magna-tubes. Ha! I sure could have used one of those to
get to the beach. Because when I got there ñ her house Ö the entire house was gone!
SOUND: BEACH AND WAVES. TANAKE: Hello. You look like you have seen
a ghost. LIZA: Who are you? And why are you in a bath
robe? TANAKE: My name is Tanake. Iím looking for
Marvie Day. LIZA: Iím her friend, Liza. Marvie used to
live here. I mean her house was here - yesterday! And now itís just gone! Itís just a beach.
TANAKE: Looks like it has been empty for years. LIZA: But how?
TANAKE: Letís ask the neighbors. SOUND: KNOCK KNOCK. DOOR OPENS.
OLD WOMAN: Hello? How can I help you two? LIZA: Please maíam. What happened to the
house next door? In that empty lot? OLD WOMAN: Oh. It burned down in the middle
of the night. LIZA: Last night?
OLD WOMAN: Oh no. That would have been nineteen - oh lordy, fifty years ago today!
TANAKE: There was a girl. MarvieÖ OLD WOMAN: Oh yes. The blonde. Rather strange
but she was a sweet girl. LIZA: Do you know what happened to her?
OLD WOMAN: She died in the fire, poor thing. LIZA: Oh!
TANAKE: Thank you maíam. Ad Gaudia. OLD WOMAN: Howís that?
TANAKE: I mean: have a nice day. SOUND: DOOR CLOSES
LIZA: Sheís dead? TANAKE: I donít think so. More likely they
shifted the house back in time. LIZA: They what? That sounds just like the
kind of crazy thing Marvie would say! TANAKE: Oh, not at all. Itís just a simple
39A procedure- er er er er Ö
LIZA: A what? TANAKE: Not important. Do you want to find
your friend? LIZA: Yes, of course.
TANAKE: I believe she has been kidnapped. LIZA: Oh no! For ransom?
TANAKE: Worse, Iím afraid. She is probably on a ship going to ñ going on a long trip.
The Imperial Sun will be leaving Miami in two hours, and we are going to sneak you on
board in a Copra Cola container. Once on board you should be able to find your friend.
LIZA: Miami! We can never get there in two hours.
TANAKE: We can catch a magna-tube behind the ice cream shop on Central. Ten minutes to
Miami. LIZA: So there really is a tube-line! Youíre
coming with me, right? TANAKE: Iíll get you aboard safely. But then
I have to check in with the boss! Now letís hurry if you want to catch that ship!
SOUND: SHIPS FOG HORN. DANTE: Dear Journal,
SOUND: PENCIL WRITING. DANTE: I am on the most remarkable ship, or
my name isnít Dante Del Fuego. Two weeks ago, I left Fishermanís Wharf on a skiff
with three Himalayan monks, six Eskimos, a retired movie star and a janitor. As the sun
came up it gleamed right through the glass hull of the Imperial Sun. The ship is not
just made of glass, itís in the shape of a giant crocodile! Only the ridges and eyes
stick up out of the water. But here is the most extraordinary part of
all, each section of the ship has itís own environment. The monks went to a place where
cold thin wind blows tattered prayer flags and the Eskimo actually have ice fields. In
the crocís head a jungle of palm trees line the glass skull like teeth, and a Yanomami
tribe sleeps in a flossing of hammocks. My own cabin is large enough for a tribe,
but I have a kitchen Ö and even a hot tub! The ship has made stops in America, Peru,
Easter Island and Australia, taking on more strange passengers. The Captain has announced
that weíre almost to Diego Garcia, but I still donít know why or what awaits us there,
damn that Dr. Smythe! Donít worry journal - I will keep you informed.
SOUND: PENCIL STOPS WRITING. CLOSES BOOK. DANTE: Now I wonder, what should I wear for
dinner? SOUND: OPENING CLOSET
LIZA: Oh! DANTE: Itís a girl! In my closet! What are
you doing in there? Are you a stow away? LIZA: Sort of. Iím Liza. Iím looking for
a Ö friend. DANTE: In the closet? Why donít you come
out. LIZA: Yes. No. I mean. I think she is on this
ship! DANTE: Who?
LIZA: Marvel S. Day. DANTE: Marvelous who?
LIZA: My friend Marvie. Her whole family has these crazy names. Her father is Ceasar D.
Day, her mother is Glory S. Day, her cousin is Stormy -
DANTE: Does she have an Uncle Pay-ton Day? LIZA: Probably. Sheís missing, and somebody
told me Smythe put her on this ship. DANTE: You know Smythe?
LIZA: Do you? DANTE: Iíll say. But I donít think he is
on board. SMYTHE: Oh, but yes I am!
DANTE: Dr. Smythe, whatís going on? And why are you pointing that glowy gun thing at us?
SMYTHE: Oh Dante. You must watch your company, my boy.
DANTE: I donít understand. SMYTHE: Letís go. Down the hall. Left Through
the door. OK. Now down the gangplank to the dock.
SOUND: EXIT TO DOCK. HORNS. FISH SHREDDER WHIRRING
SMYTHE: This facility at Diego Garcia looks like a normal fish processing plant for a
fleet of fishermen, but it is also the perfect cover for a fleet of saucer ships. Yes. Youíre
going much higher than your think boy! DANTE: How much higher?
SMYTHE: Mars! DANTE: Mars?
LIZA: Mars! Is that where you are taking us? SMYTHE: Us? I donít think so, missy. Oh,
do watch your step! You donít want to fall Ö into the fish shredder!
SOUND: FISH SHREDDER GRINDS UP LIZA SMYTHE: Tsk. Tsk. What a tragedy. These fish
processing plants can be so dangerous. DANTE: Why did you kill her? Oh god, there
are pieces of her everywhere! All over my shirt! Ack!
SMYTHE: Dante, the sheeple of Planet should not concern you. You will see when you arrive
at Tharsis. Now get on that saucer. Itís about to take off!
DANTE: Planet? You mean Earth. And what if Iíve changed my mind?
SMYTHE: Well, I still have my blaster. And you would also taste delicious to the sharks
under that shredder. Now go! And have a nice day!
SOUND: THEME MUSIC UNDER THEN UP VONIKKEN: Well, thatís all for today, class.
In our next class we will explore Mars with Dante and find out what happened to Marvie.
Donít be late!
VOICEOVER: Cosmic Significance 2012 is written and directed by Dewey Davis-Thompson and Elizabeth
Brackman and is a production of Soundstage Radio Theatre and Pirates and Angels Productions.
Full credits and web extras online at CosmicSignificance.com.