The Blob
Beware of the Blob
It creeps and leaps
And glides and slides
across the floor
Right through the door
and all around the wall
A splotch, a blotch
Be careful of the Blob
Beware of the Blob
It creeps and leaps
And glides and slides
across the floor
Right through the door
and all around the wall
A splotch, a blotch
Be careful of the Blob
Beware of the Blob
It creeps and leaps
And glides and slides
across the floor
Right through the door
and all around the wall
A splotch, a blotch
Be careful of the Blob
No.
[ Chuckles ]
Well, it's a shooting star.
I thought you were supposed to
wish on shooting stars.
- But I did.
- We only saw one.
- But you see a lot of'em
up here at night.
- What?
Well, I mean, there's
a lot of'em out at night.
You don't see 'em in town.
That's why I come up here.
Oh, no, that's not what I mean.
- I mean, you can see 'em
better up here--
- I know what you mean, Steve.
No, no, it's not
what you think, Janey girl.
My name is Jane.
Just Jane.
For a little while, I thought
that "shooting star" business
wasn't just part of your line.
But it's not, Janey gir--
Jane, I've never brought
anyone up here before.
Never ?
Never.
Well, I may be crazy,
but... I believe you.
Well, you're not crazy.
[ Whistling ]
[ Explosion ]
Boy, that was close !
Come on. I want to see
if I can find it.
[ Dog Barking ]
[ Indistinct Sloshing ]
Shut up.
Get back inside.
- Get back in there.
- [ Dog Whimpering ]
Huh. Huh.
[ Gasps ]
[ Grunting ]
[ Screaming ]
I could've sworn it landed
just over this hill.
Maybe it's like lightning. Sometimes
you think it's striking right next door,
No, I still think it's close by.
Well, do you want to go back
and try the other road?
No. Um... um...
well, I'm sorry
about the bumpy ride.
It's all right, Steve.
Well, listen, why don't we
go back to town and I'll apologize.
I'll apologize over a sandwich.
I mean, on me.
- Okay?
- Okay.
[ Jane Shouting ]
Steve, watch out !
[ Tires Screeching ]
- What was that?
- It looked like an old man.
[ Man Groaning ]
Where'd he go?
Hey, you okay ?
Oh ! Take me to a doctor !
- What's the matter ?
- I can't get it off !
- Well, here, let me try.
Maybe I can get it off.
- No ! You can't !
Okay. Come on.
We'll get you in the car.
- Yeah, okay, get in.
- It hurts.
Take it easy, now.
Here, better put this on.
Take it easy.
We'll get you there as fast as we can.
Boy, I hope the doctor's in.
Mrs. Porter, Dr. Hallen.
I'm leaving now.
Yes, I'll be back tomorrow
night, probably late.
No, I haven't
forgotten anything.
Ye-Yes, I'll be fine.
Look, Mrs. Porter, if you'll just keep
your eye on the house while I'm gone.
Thank you.
Good-bye.
- [ Honking Horn ]
- Come on !
- Hey, who's the cowboy?
- That's no cowboy.
That's Steve Andrews.
- What?
- Yeah, that's his container.
It's a real dog.
- Well, he can't do that to us.
- [ Engine Accelerating ]
[ Car Approaching ]
Hey, Doc.
It's all right. Come on.
- Watch his hand.
Hey, Doc Hallen,
this man's been hurt.
Well, come on in.
- Wanna get the door ?
- [ Man Muttering ]
In there.
What's the matter with him?
l-- I don't know.
He got something on his hand.
- What do you mean?
- Well, we ran into him
down on the Old North Road.
- Ran into him?
- No, Doc, we picked him up
out on the road.
He was screaming
about this thing on his hand.
Let's take a look.
Take it easy, old-timer.
- What is it he's got on his hand?
- I don't know, Doc.
It was kind of like-- well,
a big blister on his fingers, you know?
- Easy, now. Easy.
How are we gonna help you
if you don't let us see it?
Doc ! It's gotten bigger.
It was just on his hand before.
[ Dr. Hallen ]
Cover him with this, please.
I've got to give him something.
[ Groaning, Muttering ]
Take it easy, old-timer.
Everything's gonna be all right.
- Steve, uh, you know who he is?
- Huh?
- Do you have any idea who he is?
- Oh, no, no.
All right, take it easy.
There we are.
- Steve.
- Huh?
Could you drive out
See if you can find somebody
that knows what happened.
Right. Right.
- Steve?
- Yeah?
Would you turn out
the outside light when you go?
- I don't want to be disturbed.
- Sure, Doc. Sure.
What's up?
[ Fanfare ]
[ Jane Laughs ]
- Congratulations.
- Yeah? For what?
- "For what?" he says.
- Modest.
Mooch, quick, the crown.
[ Fanfare ]
Okay, I give up.
You just beat out
the champion, pal.
when you came into town.
Oh.
[ Chuckles ]
I get it. Well, thanks anyway,
but you can keep the crown.
No, no, no.
Wait a minute, Steve.
You just can't stop
being the champion like that.
You've gotta meet a challenger.
- You mean you?
- Me?
Did I say anything
about a race, guys?
Huh?
Not a word.
All right, look, it's been a ball,
you know? But I gotta go.
Yeah... we know how you go.
We're just not so sure
you should drive around so fast.
Now look, I just don't have time
Do you understand?
Well, who's asking you
to prove anything?
We can beat this kiddie car
[ Man ]
Oh, that's a foregone transfusion.
- Okay.
- [ Men Squealing ]
Now you're talkin', king.
And we'll do it
just like you said.
- What did I say?
- Backwards.
- Huh?
- See if you could beat this
kiddie car going backwards.
- To the light.
- Okay. You say when.
Okay.
- When !
[ Tires Screeching ]
[ Both Laughing ]
I told you.
I got to leave now.
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh !
Steve.
[ Car Approaching ]
All right,
what's this all about?
Hi, Dave.
Hey, what's up, huh?
I seem to be missing something.
What's going on?
We're just sitting here
waiting for the light.
Oh, you mean
that light down there.
Yeah.
And you do know you're
on the wrong side of the road?
I don't--
Would you think it was funny
if your father--
if Jane's father heard you were
booked for reckless driving?
Okay, don't bring the fathers into this.
I'll never do it again.
- Do what again?
- Huh?
Do what again?
What-Whatever you think
I'm doing, Dave.
Like driving
on the wrong side of the road?
Well... yeah, yeah.
Or maybe even
driving backwards?
Hey, Dave, that's an idea.
You know that 80 or 90 percent
of the accidents are front-end jobs.
You know, in Australia
they got airplanes...
with the seats
set in backwards...
so in case you get
a collision, they got...
no concu--
[ Laughing ]
No good, huh?
Okay... lock me up.
You mean, you were dri--
Why?
What am I gonna do with you kids?
You know I don't wanna haul you in.
No more foolin' around,
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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