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Honey, I'm home.

Tonight,

Dinosaurs and ABC,

the Antediluvian Broadcasting
Company, proudly present

Nuts to War: A
Sweeping Miniseries.

Last week on Dinosaurs,

the prehistoric world was
caught up in the vortex of war.

If you missed even a moment
of the triumph and tragedy,

here now is exactly what
happened, but a lot faster:

First Earl is watching TV and
he runs out of pistachio nuts.

A news bulletin explains there are no
nuts because the four-legged dinosaurs

from across the swamp
have invaded the nut groves.

Hostility breaks out between
two-leggers and four-leggers

and Robbie is drafted, bringing the
horrors of war all too close to home.

Then, of course, there were
commercials. Back to the show.

The war escalates. Now they're not
just spitting, they're throwing sticks.

Fran wants Earl and Roy to go
to the front to bring Robbie home,

but the only way they can get
there is to dress like USO girls,

big, ugly ones. And now,

Nuts to War.

Part Three: Nuts at the Front.

Yeah. I want to tell you,

last time I saw this many teenage boys
in one place, my daughter was in heat.

Boy, that joke was old in
the early Jurassic period.

Hey, he's an institution and he
always brings the babes with him.

I wanna tell you, I'm not
saying you guys are young,

but the last canteen I
saw had a nipple on it.

A nipple.

This thing on?

It's on. Yeah.

I gotta ask you, is this an
audience or a cave painting?

Hey, you kids are great.

All right, when
we get out there,

keep your eyes
peeled for Robbie.

We got to find him.

I'm worried, pally-boy.

Aw, thanks, Roy.
You're a good friend,

but I'm sure he's OK.

No, it's this fabric.

It doesn't breathe, and I'm
not wearing any dress shields.

Dad, I can't go out
there. I'm too nervous!

Oh, here's a tip
for stage fright:

- What?
- Imagine the audience
is in their underwears.

Two thousand teenage
boys in their underwear?

See you on stage.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey!
- What?

You put their
clothes on right now!

Sinclair Sisters, you're on!

- Oh! Daddy!
- Charlene, Roy. OK, gang, this is it.

Now let's not forget
why we're here.

Yeah.

- Wet your lips.
- Oh, yeah. OK.

Now let's have a big hand for
those syncopating Sinclair Sisters!

Right here, ladies
and gentlemen!

♪ He was a famous trumpet
man from down Chicago way ♪

♪ He had a boogie style
that no one else could play ♪

♪ He was the top
man at his craft ♪

♪ But then his number came up ♪

♪ And he was
gone with the draft ♪

♪ He's in the army now ♪

♪ Blowin' reveille ♪

♪ He's the boogie woogie
bugle boy of Company B ♪

♪ Toot toot Tootlety toot ♪

♪ He blows an eight to the bar ♪

♪ In boogie rhythm ♪

♪ He can't blow a note
unless the bass and guitar ♪

♪ Are playin' with him ♪

♪ And now the company
jumps when he plays reveille ♪

♪ He's the boogie
woogie bugle boy ♪

♪ Of Company B ♪

Yeah!

Falling in love again ♪

♪ Never vanted to ♪

♪ Vat am I to do? ♪

♪ Can't help it ♪

♪ Males flock around me ♪

♪ Like moths ♪

♪ Around a flame... ♪

Hello, soldier.

- You have un special girl
waiting for you at home?
- Just my mom.

You should try dating somebody
outside your immediate family.

♪ Falling in love again... ♪

♪ Don't sit under
the pistachio tree ♪

♪ With anyone else but me ♪

♪ Anyone else but me ♪

♪ Anyone else but me ♪

♪ No, no, no ♪

♪ Don't sit under
the pistachio tree ♪

- ♪ With anyone else but me ♪
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

♪ Till I come marching home ♪

- Baby!
- Whoo!

Meet me after the show, huh?

I love you!

Thank you.

I didn't see Robbie.

Did anyone see Robbie?

They love us! One
guy threw me his keys.

Oh, Daddy, I know who I am now.

No more drifting through
life without a purpose.

I was born to give pleasure
to whole groups of boys!

Now not, Charlene. Right
now we gotta find Robbie.

I don't know, pally-boy. I
think we work better as a trio.

Just look after Charlene.
I got to find Robbie.

He's out there somewhere.

- You! Where do you
think you're going?
- Ah!

- This is a war zone.
- But my son...

And you brought a ray
of sunshine to it, little lady.

I just want to say thank you.

Oh, if there was only
more that I could give.

Well, if you'll excuse me...

No need to run off. We're
just getting to know each other.

Um, I'm not the kind
of girl you think I am...

really.

You know, there's a lot of
things a man of my position

can offer a
hard-working girl like you.

Believe me, I already have a
lot of the same things you do.

For starters, perhaps
you'd be interested

- in some silk stockings
or chocolates?
- No.

No, General, please. I don't...

- Chocolates?
- Mm-hmm.

- Hey, I thought you
were going up to...
- Oh, look! It's...

Rita!

"Good Time Rita,"
the boys call her.

My, you have such
delicate hands!

Why, thank you.

You have a very round head.

The two of you
are hitting it off.

So since I'm busy tonight,

perhaps you might like
to entertain the general.

- A general!
- Yes.

Well, I...

Yeah. Good. I
got to find Robbie.

Silk stockings? Really?

That's right, Rita.

Thanks for inviting me over.

I'm glad to have the company.

I'm sorry, all we've got
are these frozen dinners.

All the fresh meat's
being sent to the front.

Don't I know it.

Frozen dinner reporting
for duty, ma'am.

Tonight The War Channel presents

a government-approved
documentary to help you think correctly

in these difficult times.

Everytown, Pangaea.

The dinosaurs in this community
are like dinosaurs everywhere:

They shop, work, snack,
and like many others,

they tend to take their
snacking freedoms for granted.

Sadly, they are unaware of an insidious
evil darkness being cast upon the land,

a threat to every aspect
of our cherished way of life.

First we lose pistachios.

From there it's almonds,

and finally, our chosen
form of government.

Where does it end?

They won't be happy until we
walk on all fours like they do.

I never thought I'd say this,

but today I'm ashamed
to be a two-legger.

Oh, I'm sure they're showing
the same kind of awful propaganda

on the other side of the swamp.

This war is making
everybody act like children!

Ha ha ha!

Eh?

Uh-oh.

Aah!

Oof!

Again!

Robbie?

Rob!

Robbie, it's Daddy!

Whoa!

Hmm. Nice airbrushing.

Hmm. Mmm, mmm.

Whoa!

I'm hit!

Wipe this guy down, stat!
Then get him into triage

and start him on paper towels!

Whoa!

Oh, oh!

Hey, lady, what are you doing
out here? This is a war zone.

Are those sticks?

They ain't candy canes, missy.

What do you think took this out?

Uh, running with scissors?

Wrong! It was a stick
with my name on it.

Wow. What are the odds?

All right, I need a
volunteer! Let's go!

Ooh!

- R-Robbie!
- Yes, ma'am.

- It's me, Dad!
- What?

I've come to take you home.

Dad, what are you doing here?

Why are you dressed like that?

Well, it was your mother's idea.

Oh, really? And
what's she wearing?

Hey.

Son, this war has
gotten out of hand.

It's dangerous.

And apparently the stress is
taking its toll on the fellas back home,

eh, Betty?

Ooh!

I guess I had that comin'.

Robbie,

this is not the war
we were promised.

We were told there'd be
a little hissing and spitting,

and then everyone would go home.

Whoa!

Where's my boys?

Hey, sarge, what happened?

It was another stick.

Did that one have
your name on it too?

Now they're sending me home.

They say just because I'm blind

I can't lead my troops
into battle. The fools.

But I know that my
boys are right behind me.

Uh, actually, we're
slightly to your right, sarge.

What? Oh, who am I kidding?

Look, you'll have
to take command.

You're the only
one who can do it.

- Who am I talking to?
- Sinclair, sir.

- Well, now it's
Sergeant Sinclair.
- What?

Here. This corsage is
the symbol of your rank.

Wear it proudly, put it
in the refrigerator at night

and remember, don't
abuse your power

unless it really gets you off.

I won't let you down, sir.

Robbie, remember what
you said to me before you left?

You said this
whole thing is crazy.

I was naive, Dad. I
was dry behind the ears.

Now I've got a job to do. Not
just a job, really, an adventure!

But Robbie! You could get hurt.

That's a chance
I got to take, Dad.

- Remember what's at stake.
- What was it again?

Pistachios! Our right to snack.

That's worth fighting
for, right, Dad?

Maybe not.

You're gonna let
'em walk all over us?

You're gonna pay 50 cents
more a pound for nuts, Dad? Huh?

It doesn't seem like much
when you think about it.

There's no time
to think about it.

This is war, Dad,

and we're gonna win it,
no matter what it takes!

Follow me!

Yaah!

And now the conclusion
of Nuts to War.

This is a DNN Special Report,

Nuts in Crisis: Day 15.

All reports indicate the
fighting is going splendidly

and a glorious victory
for our troops is inevitable.

And anybody who says
otherwise is on this list:

"Hoffman, Rubin,

Seale, Berrigan,
P., Berrigan, D.,

Ellsberg, Kuntzler,
Fonda, Hayden, Hellman,

Hammet, Trumbo,
Lardner, Ritt..."

Water, please!

Oh! Oh, please.

"Zappa and Zimmerman."

Earl!

Where's Robbie?

Oh, he's at the front
having the time of his life.

Victory is almost certain.

I thought you were
bringing him home.

Oh, no. No, no, no.

I would never do anything

that would hinder our
glorious and patriotic effort.

Shut the curtains.

- What?
- Shut the curtains.

What are you doing?

Oh, nothing.

Uh, everything's fine.

It's great.

I have every confidence
in our leaders.

Fran, it's a
nightmare out there.

Our boys are getting
eyes poked out!

Everything we've
been told is a lie.

I never thought
I'd be saying this,

but risking our sons
just for nuts, it's wrong.

Then why didn't you
bring Robbie home?

He won't come
home till it's over.

He believes all the
stupid stuff I told him.

All his life he disagrees
with everything I say.

The one time he agrees
with me, I'm wrong.

Well, if he won't come home,

then we have to speak
out and stop this madness!

Shh, Fran!

It's one thing to
know in your heart

when something is morally wrong.

It's another thing to open
your big trap about it in public.

This is a DNN update.

Here is Howard Handupme.

A young sergeant was
killed in action today

during a heavy barrage
of sticks and stones.

What?

Oh. This wasn't
supposed to be read?

Uh...

What's with Earl?
What is he doin'?

Get a load of this guy!

- Sheesh!
- Or something.

Roy, talk to him.
He's your friend.

- Go, go.
- OK. OK, then.

Uh, pally-boy,

um, the guys and I
couldn't help but notice

you're carrying a large sign

with subversive,
anti-government slogans on it.

Were you aware of that?

Roy, one of our
boys died out there!

Hey, hey, that was
read by accident,

and we've been asked
not to have heard it.

I for one am glad to do my part.

Uh-huh. That's right.

Hey, Roy.

That kid could be Robbie.

My son could be dead.

Um...

Hey, I really gotta check with
somebody before I can hear this.

We have to stop the fighting.

We have to bring the boys home!

Sinclair! In here now!

Mr. Richfield, I know exactly
what you're going to say.

You are meddling with
the primal forces of nature!

OK, so I'm not even close.

Sinclair, do you have any
idea why we're fighting?

Pistachios, sir.

This isn't about nuts.

This is about a force
beyond your understanding,

a force that controls your life

and shapes your destiny.

- You mean Fran?
- Money!

For years our government
has squandered money

on affordable housing,
education and health care.

But now, finally,

that money is going
where nature intended it:

To defense contractors.

Look out! Those are sticks!

I know that! What do you think
happens to the trees you push down?

You sell them and use
the money to buy sticks?

No, you idiot! We make sticks!

And this is only the beginning.

Oh, my gosh! A rock!

This is the Peacekeeper-2000.

I'm not talking
about poked eyes.

One of these babies can
crack a head wide open.

This could end the
hostilities in no time.

Uh, that is, if we weren't
planning to sell them to both sides.

You'd sell these to the enemy?

But my son's out there!

He may even be killed!

Ohh... I didn't know that.

I also don't care.

And now a word
from our elder-in-chief.

Don't bother reaching
for your remote.

He'll be on every channel.

My fellow Pangaeans,

most of you probably
heard on television yesterday

that one of our
brave boys was killed.

Responsibility for
this sad, sad news

must be placed where it belongs:

With the press.

As a result,

my popularity has
dipped several points,

and I am forced to
take drastic action.

I am calling an end to
Operation "We Are Right"

and I am bringing our boys home.

Of course, I realize
this action alone

may not restore
your faith in me,

therefore I am making
you this promise:

I will cut the
capital gains tax.

Thank you and good night.

Oh, no!

One boy dies and
it's all over. Ugh!

Kind of makes you understand
the fragile nature of profits.

I don't think I
understand anything.

Ready or not, here I come!

Yoo-hoo! Cookie creature!

You can run but you can't hide!

What was that?

I don't know what kind of
bad, scary monster you are,

but you've eaten
your last cookie!

A-ha!

You win.

No, thanks.

You can keep it.

Oh, thank you.

Eat the cookie.

Aw...

In the wake of withdrawal
by the two armies,

leaders from both sides have agreed
henceforth to share pistachios equally.

Unfortunately, nearly
all the pistachio trees

were destroyed in the fighting.

Meanwhile, military officials
have not yet released the name

of the one soldier who
was killed in the conflict.

I can't take this anymore!

Why don't they
know who was killed?

Why won't they tell us?

Fran, honey, don't
do this to yourself.

That's right, sweetheart.
It won't do us any good

to imagine that Robbie
is a rotting, lifeless corpse

stinking up the battlefield.

Ow!

It was meant to be comforting.

You know what got
us into this mess?

You stupid males and
your precious pistachios.

Oh, you're right!

I don't need pistachios anymore.

From now on I'll even
eat cashews if I have to.

Here, look.

Hey, these are really good!

And no shells!

Boy, I wish I'd known
about these a month ago.

Hey, uh, anybody home?

Oh, Robbie!

Robbie!

Hey, Mom.

You're alive. Oh!

Oh, I missed you!

- Hi, Grandma.
- Robbie!

- Welcome home, Son.
- Thanks, Dad.

I'm so happy you're all right.

No, I'm fine, really.

I heard that someone got killed.

Yeah. It was some new guy.

You know, we could have won.

What?

Robbie, what are you saying?

Well, I mean, it was terrible
that guy got killed and all,

but we had those
four-leggers on the run!

We could've won it! Yeah!

A boy died. It wasn't worth it.

The fighting didn't solve
anything. Don't you see that?

Come on, Robbie, let's
get you out of that uniform.

- You've got school tomorrow.
- Forget school.

A bunch of guys are talking
about keeping the army together.

They'd have drills, set
up a base at the swamp,

so we'll be ready
for them next time.

They're working on a
whole new line of weapons!

- Stop it!
- Huh?

You're not a
soldier. You're a kid!

Oh!

You're going to go to school,

you're gonna take
girlfriends to dances,

you're gonna drive me
crazy like you always do.

You're going to lead
a normal kid's life

until it's time for
you to grow up.

Dad...

It's OK, Son.

It's over.

You're home.