[Steed and Emma pull up in front of a very dilapidated farmhouse. They get out and grimace – the “Green Acres” theme music is too loud to talk above. Steed waves a piece of paper in his hand and points to a telephone pole. Emma nods and walks to the front door. Steed gamely climbs the pole and makes a call from the receiver at the top.]
Steed: Hello, Mother? We’ve made it.
Mother’s voice: Good show, Steed. When did you arrive?
Steed: Only just. [Glances down at the roof. It is patched with hotcakes.] Accommodations just as well-appointed as we expected, for America. What’s the word?
Mother: Well, as you recall, the intel we intercepted three days ago stated that the Russians have been developing a new satellite that can deliver a powerful, deadly laser beam to anywhere on Earth, with pinpoint accuracy. The word is now, the satellite is only a day away from being launched.
Steed: And the location of the satellite’s rocket is … Hooterville, U.S.A. [grimly] Diabolical. The last place anybody’d think to look for a weapon being built against the West is … in the West.
Stumble it!
