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You are about to enter another dimension. A dimension not only of sight

and sound, but of mind. A journey into a wondrous land of imagination.

Next stop, the Twilight Zone.

May I show you something?

No.

No, that's not what I'm looking for.

Going up, ma'am.

Housewares? That would be the mezzanine, ma'am.

What in particular were you looking for?

Thimbles.

Gold thimbles. You had them advertised.

That would be specialties, ma'am.

The ninth floor.

I'm not accustomed to such service.

Ma'am?

Well, there were a whole lot of people waiting for the elevator. I seem to have

a private one.

Well, this is an express elevator, ma'am.

To the ninth floor.

The others are all locals this time of day.

Express elevator to the ninth floor of a department store.

Carrying Miss Marsha White on a most prosaic, ordinary run-of-the-mill

errand.

Ninth floor.

There must be some mistake. There's nothing here.

Miss Marshal White on the ninth floor.

Specialties department looking for a gold thimble.

The odds are that she'll find it.

But there are even better odds that she'll find something else.

Because this isn't just a department store.

This happens to be the Twilight Zone.

Was someone helping you?

Can I show you something?

Why, yes.

I was looking for a gold thimble.

A gift from my mother.

A gold thimble.

I think we have something you'd like.

This way, please.

How about this?

It's 14 karat gold and quite distinctive looking, I think.

Don't you?

Well, yes.

Yes, I think this will do.

This is a charge.

Is this a charge, miss?

I beg your pardon, a charge?

No, no, I'll pay for it.

You want it gift-wrapped?

Yes, please.

No, on second thought, I'll wrap it myself.

Miss, that's $22.80 plus tax.

$25 even.

Now, that's odd.

What is, Marsha?

Well, you haven't any merchandise here at all.

Except the thimble.

Except the very thing I needed.

The whole floor looks so empty.

You called me Marsha.

Did I?

I'm sorry. That was forward of me. I apologize.

How did you know my name?

I've probably seen you around the store.

No, you haven't.

I've never seen you.

Look, I don't want to make a big thing out of this, but what kind of a place is

this? I mean, all I want is one small item, a gold thimble.

I come up on a floor that hasn't a single thing in evidence except what I'm

looking for.

Well, you may be a little more sophisticated than I am, but this I call

odd. Please come again.

Any time.

Thank you.

Miss White?

Are you happy?

I beg your pardon.

Am I what? Am I happy?

Well, you'll forgive me, but that's really none of your business.

Really?

It's none of my business.

All right, Miss White, suit yourself.

It's none of my business.

Did you find what you were looking for?

As a matter of fact, I did.

Also, as a matter of fact, it was the only thing for sale on that floor.

Somebody ought to latch on to an efficiency expert or something. One

entire floor devoted to the sale of a single gold thimble.

An extremely oddball saleslady somebody ought to look into.

This is scratched.

Well, I didn't notice that before.

can't send this to my mother it's scratched and it's it's dented too look

look here complaints third floor look at this thing it's scratched it looks as if

somebody stepped on it or something third floor complaints

I distinctly told her that all the gold thimbles we have are in gifts, and that

if the item were damaged, well, we certainly would make it good, either by

replacement or refund.

Oh, I distinctly told her that, Mr. Sloan.

Then what is the problem, Mr.

Armbruster? Well, the problem is that the customer claims that she didn't get

the item in gifts.

She got it in another department.

Mr. Armbruster, just tell her to take it back to the department where she

purchased the item.

That's just the point.

She has some idiotic story about having purchased a gold thimble on the ninth

floor.

Ninth floor?

Mr. Armbruster, I trust you inform the lady that this store has

no ninth floor.

Mr. Sloan, believe me, sir, I have tried desperately, I really mean desperately

to acquaint her with this fact, but she still insists that she was taken to the

ninth floor and waited on by a rather...

Odd woman.

An odd woman yet.

A personality trait that she would be particularly knowledgeable about.

Well, anyway, this woman who allegedly waited on her... Never mind, Armbruster.

I'll talk to her.

Yes, yes. Well, she's waiting right outside, sir.

Miss White.

This is our manager, Mr. Sloan.

Perhaps I can help you, Miss White.

Perhaps you can.

This thimble, it's dented and scratched.

Oh, it most assuredly is.

Now, why don't you take it back to the gift department and... Mr. Sloan, I just

explained to Mr. Armbruster here I did not purchase this in the gift

department. I was taken up to the ninth floor.

That's what makes it so difficult to understand. You see, we don't have a

ninth floor.

I was taken to the ninth floor.

I was waited on by a very odd woman. I paid cash.

Your receipt.

My receipt?

I didn't get a receipt, but I paid cash.

I gave her a $20 bill and a $5 bill. She gave me this thimble and I... Well,

there she is. There's the woman who waited on me, miss.

Well, well, well, how is she?

Oh, she'll be all right, Mr. Armbruster. She was just frightened, that's all.

Well, what about this delusion of hers?

I don't know. I didn't talk to her.

But she's resting now.

I think may have even gone to sleep.

Hmm.

Well, tell her we're closing up now. Tell her to come back tomorrow and we'll

get her a replacement on her merchandise or refund or anything else she wants.

Mr. DeGroove, we're closing up now.

What I'd like to give her is a bus ticket. A one-way bus ticket to any

department store west of Cleveland.

Preferably Chicago or Los Angeles or Honolulu.

Miss Pettigrew, did you hear me? We're closing up now.

Miss Kevers, you have a customer.

Hurry, please.

All right, I'm coming.

Somebody?

Marsha?

Marsha?

Marsha?

Marsha?

Who do you think you're fooling, Marsha?

Come on, dear.

Climb off it.

You remember, Marsha.

You know who you are.

You remember Marsha? Climb off it. Come on, dear.

Marsha. Marsha. Marsha.

Marsha. Marsha. Come on, dear. Marsha. You remember Marsha?

Marsha.

Marsha.

Marsha.

Marsha.

Marsha, dear.

You'll forgive an observation, but you're acting like a silly child.

Come now, Marsha.

Think now.

Concentrate.

Remember now?

All of us will try and help you.

We'll help you concentrate.

Remember now?

Coming back to you?

That's odd.

It's really odd, but suddenly I seem to... Remember.

Coming back now, is it?

I'm a mannequin.

That's what I am. I'm a mannequin. And it was my turn... Your turn to leave us

for a month.

Becoming much clearer now, isn't it?

You left us for a month, and you lived with the outsiders.

But you were due back yesterday, and you didn't show up.

You know, Marsha, that's very selfish, my dear.

All of us wait our turn, and we simply do not overstay it.

Oh.

It was my turn starting last night. I'm one day delayed already.

Of course.

Of course. I'm sorry. I forgot.

When you're on the outside, everything seems so normal.

As if... As if what, Marcia?

As if we were like the others.

Like the outsiders.

Like the real people.

Well, no serious harm done.

I'll see you all in a month.

Did you enjoy yourself, Marcia?

Was it fun?

Ever so much fun.

Ever so much fun.

Good morning, dear.

We're expecting $100 out of you today.

Keep your powder dry, darling.

Well, it'll sell.

Morning.

Morning, ladies.

Here, here, here, here, here. Break it up. Back to your post, girls. It's 9 o

'clock.

Marsha White in her normal and natural state.

A wooden lady with a painted face who, one month out of the year, takes on the

characteristics of someone as normal and as flesh and blood as you and I.

But it makes you wonder, doesn't it?

Just how normal are we?

Just who are the people we nod our hellos to as we pass on the street?

A rather good question to ask.

Particularly...

in the Twilight Zone.

Rod Serling, the creator of Twilight Zone, will tell you about next week's

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stadium next week for nine fast innings on The Twilight Zone.

Be sure to see the fun-filled family life of one of America's greatest

entertainers, The Danny Thomas Show, Monday nights over most of these

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