| Art Gallery |
| BBI Studio Tour 08/07/98 |
| Electric Bugaloo |
| Gateway 2000 |
| Kevin Murphy Interview |
| MST3K Collection, Vol. 6 |
| MST3K, The End |
| Sound Directory |
| 404 Teenagers from Outer Space |
| 406 Attack of the Giant Leeches |
| 511 Gunslinger |
| Mr. B's Lost Shorts |
| A Word from our Sponsor |
| 404 Teenagers from Outer Space |
What ever will we do? Fortunately, Derek, the sensitive alien, tracks down a crime-busting team consisting of the air-headed Betty, her jolly old grandfather, and go-getting newspaper boy Joe. With their powers combined, they fight the evil menace of the gargon and take down an entire fleet of UFOs. While absolutely riveting, sci-fi vehicles like this were never actually watched by teens in the 50's, now were they? | 
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| 406 Attack of the Giant Leeches |
In this case, however, adventure means a low-budget Corman Bros. romp, soap opera intrigue equates to stilted writing delivered by wooden actors, and epic struggle means not being able to put up a fight against garbage bag leeches. | 
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| 511 Gunslinger |
How will Beverly bring justice to the west? Will she be able to resist the evil Joe Blackhat? Will the wormy guy get offed in the end? What other questions could there be? We don't really find out, or do we? | 
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| Mr. B's Lost Shorts |
When subjected to Joel and the 'Bots in the modern era, however, Mr. B Natural is no longer a charming spirit of music, but an annoyingly perky androgynous entity and the perfect fodder for riffing. Is this trumpet just a trumpet? No, it's a bong! This clarinet isn't just a clarinet, it's a happy smile! Somehow, Mr. B Natural isn't pride, confidence, or the mood of a happy king, but rather a classic, not-to-be-missed MST short. | 
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Following a brief tirade by the sleepy-eyed Fudd impersonator, Joel and the 'Bots are presented with a one-act play in which your average Joe (who lives on your street) dies in an accident going 20 mph. He's taken up to heaven's courtroom by his beefy, angelic, thickly-accented Jersey attorney, and makes his, "But I'm a good guy!" defense. Statistics are thrown around with reckless abandon, and then you, the jury, are asked to deliver a verdict. That is, will you be a safer driver? Are you qualified? | 
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The year is 1941, and Chevrolet's key strategy in the war of car sales is to go door-to-door in every small town in America and pressure the citizens to buy a car the same way they would a vacuum cleaner. Salesmen don't travel to their targets' homes by the very cars they're trying to sell, but rather by walking. In Part 1, as seen in 423 Bride of the Monster and presented here, new salesman Jimmy just can't escape the plague of the zeroes, and his boss is baffled as to why the Chevrolets aren't rolling off the lot like clockwork. Sound silly? Of course it is. What's worse, the boss, apparently in his mid-40's, still lives at home with his elderly parents. | 
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This fantasy sequence, orchestrated by the crew of Madison Ave. in Detroit, is merely a showcase for GM's multitude of automobile brands, appliances, and even the latest fashions! All of this gives way to a vision of the future in which everyone drives around endless cloverleaf highway ramps in their rocket-powered slot cars, going a full 40 scale miles per hour. Truly a sheer delight. | 
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The Great White North is the home to the famous Canadian Exposition, which is the destination of the border-jumping Johnny and his family. In typical 6-year-old fashion, this littlest rascal promptly ditches his folks and goes off running about the fair, deftly darting hither and thither through the freakshows and mild bemusements. Seriously, what's more interesting than meeting the Canadian Prime Minister or visiting a veritable Chemical Wonderland? I sure can't think of anything. | 
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In the 50's, love was ironed and starch-pressed by crackers from the heart of whiteness into something resembling a plaid grey suit, white shirt, and tie, complete with excessively-oiled hair. When a fresh, young, white couple found this 'true love', it always spelled one thing: a trip to the local church, member FDIC, for marriage counseling. Counselors there are intensively-trained to recognize the boing between teenage sweethearts and to de-boing their irrational, boingy decisions to get hitched faster than you can say, "Where'd it go?" | 
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