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Land Of The Lost 45-11-04 The Mike Pike Incident aka A Flying Fish Named Mike
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Land Of The Lost 45-11-04 The Mike Pike Incident aka A Flying Fish Named Mike
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Ryan Seacrest
Hello, it is Ryan. And we could all use an extra bright spot in our day, couldn't we? Just to make up for things like sitting in traffic, doing the dishes, counting your steps. You know, all the mundane stuff. That is why I'm such a big fan of Chumba Casino. Chumba Casino has all your favorite social casino style games that you can play for free, anytime, anywhere with daily bonuses that should brighten your day a little. Actually, a lot. So sign up now@chumbacasino.com that's chumbacasino.com no purchase necessary. DGW point where prohibited by law. See terms and conditions 18 + Land of the Lost and its discoverer the well known storyteller, Isabel Manning Houston. Discovering the land of the Lost was the most exciting thing that ever happened to my brother Billy and me. You've all heard me tell about that wondrous kingdom at the bottom of the sea where all lost things find their way, where fishes talk and where the world is bathed in a shimmering green light. It was Red Lantern who took us there. Red Lantern, the wisest fish in the ocean. We made other friends too, among the deep sea denizens. One of them was Kid Squid, the big prize fighting octopus. He didn't like Earth people at first, but when we got to know each other, he was sorry he'd been our enemy. Well, one day down in the Land of the Lost, Red Lantern stopped in front of a building on the Great Wet Way. Crow Tadpost. Afraid you'll have to twiddle your fins here for a little while. I've got to dig up some statistics in the hall of Wrecks and Records. Oh, that's all right, Red Lantern. Oh, hi there, Isabella and Galeen. Hey, look, It's Kid Squid, the octopus. Why yes. But who's that sane looking fish he has with him? Drenched, as I know. Unless it's young Mike Pike. Mike Pike? Ambitious youngster, but he has a terrible thin feriority complex because he's not a big shot. Greetings, folks. Oh, hello, Mr. Squid. Mike, I want you should meet these Earth friends of mine. Isabelle and Billy. How do you do? I didn't know you, Mike. Well, that's more than most people are. Oh, I'm sure that's not so. Yes, it is. I guess you don't know how unpopular I am. They call me Lonesome Mike. I'm just a walleye pike. No one ever takes a swim with me. Every little fish thinks I'm a most peculiar dish. Here I am without a soul for company. So while my teardrops fall, I get the well known stall no one gives me anything to say Just because I'm Mike I'm lonesome Lonesome Mike. Oh, barnacles. Mike, stop being sorry for yourself. You got me for company, ain't you? Yeah. Then I'm gonna watch you demonstrate your new invention. Like you asked, ain't I? Invention, eh? I wondered what that contraption was. That you? You're Kevin. It's a pair of detachable wings. Red Lantern. Oh, golly. You mean Mike's gonna try to fly on those wings? Sure. We're on our way to test them out at the flying field. Right. Come with us. Oh, boy. Sorry I'm on the hook today, kid. Official business. Oh, that's good. And then we better trickle along. Yeah. Okay. Come on. Come on. Goodbye, Red lighters. Happy lending. Small prize. Good ziggity. Where is the flying field, Mike? Where do you think? Up on the surface. Huh? Where the surf is? Yeah, right overhead. Put up your arms, kids. It's time to rise. Billy, doesn't Mr. Squid look funny with all eight of his feelers pointing straight up? Come on, kids. That's the stuff. Here we are on the surface. Chimney Christmas. I say, this is a wavy Asian field. Just look at those flying fish all soaring overhead and almost touching the waves when they dip down circle. Right. Listen. They're signaling to each other. Commando Widget to flight squadron. Cut your motors and coming for a landing. Squadron leader, defend Commander. Well now. Oh, baby, is that me? They're circling the field in formation and singing as they fly. We're both flying fish and the sky is our dish Wash us up we go, up we go we're too fond of motion to stay in the ocean Way down we look out we O yay brother jibber the dawn we'll zoom right into the sun With a dip and a rollo it's fun to fly Solar wheels up again we go Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom. We're exception of our going with propellers so what we do, we do the fishbowl fell under our guinea with wonder of my little dumbledown. Right now it's time to go home we forgot to head for the foam but we'll put on a thriller A real killer dealer we're up again we go Zoom, zoom, zoom away. Boy, what a landing. Look, Billy, here come three of the flying fish with fin. Commander Widget. Oh, morning Split. Old gift. Likewise, Commander. Well, here's the guy who wants to fly. Another floy, eh? Oh, not me, sir. Mike pike here. Eh, M that fellow, that walleye pike wants to be a wavy at us. Give him a chance, you guys. Sure, sure. Take him over to the Sprayway boys and show him how to warm up. Golly, I hope he ain't riding for a fall. I'm getting kind of nervous. Keep your feelers on, kid. He can't get hurt. Probably won't be able to get off the water. But he's got his wings on. He's starting my Golly. He's gonna take off from that big wave that's coming along. Where's my megaphone? Hey, you. Don't try that way. Wait for the next. Holy mackerel. He made it. He flying. After him. You fellows show him. What Cabo. Gosh, look at him climb. Going too high. Bring him back. Bring them back. They can't catch up. My phone too fast. J. Rosalin. Did you see that? He's looping the loop. A little grip can fly all right. Thank me if I can figure how he learns so fast. Hey, what's that take? Timer. Seagull coming in at 9 o' clock. A seagull. Oh, Billy. Up there in the sky. It's the most enormous seagulls. A bit of flashlight. They're starting down the whole bunch of flying fish. Except Mike. What's the matter with that fellow? Come in, Mike. Mike Fighter. There go the rest of them. Saved in the Drake. Mike. Mike. Golly, the guy's in trouble. He can't join. What? Billy the seagull. It's got him. Smashed him right up in its claws and it's tearing him away. Oh, Mr. Squid Commander. We're just saving through something we can't misses the bell. The golly. It's the finish. Goodbye, Mike. I mean, no use hoping, buddy. They'll serve him up on Bird Rock for supper. Oh, no. Bird Rock? What's that? You know, a waterfowl colony way out to sea. Is it terribly far from here? Quite a swim, pal. You're not thinking of chasing after that gull, are you? Why not? We've got to rescue poor Mike. We've got to. If you and the other way. Gators are just Billy. No fish in his right mind would risk going near that block of feathered pirates. Not even like flying fish. But Billy and I are in beast. Yeah, and this a lot. The palo can take care of himself. Whoopi. You mean you come with us, kid. What do you think I am? The jellyfish? Just show me where this boy rock is at. I helped Mike get into this mess and I'll get them out. If I. If I have to tie my eight arms into bullnuts. Come on. Here it is. His bird rock digging up like a big great fortress out of the water. So listen to that cackling big. They sure ain't got no canaries on there. They've got about everything else. The whole far end of the rock is alive with birds. Hundreds of them. Say, let's mosey over to the near end and wriggle up quiet like so we can see what's going on. Come on, buddy. Gulls and terns and pelicans and gannets. Hey, it sounds like they're having a family squabble. I get it. There won't be enough to. For everybody. He's not big enough to go around. Then let us have him. It's the train's turn. Billy. They're talking about Mike. We all were talking around me. Please, you birds. Please, Won't you listen to me a minute? Hey, kid. That's Mike's voice. He's alive. Oh, I see him. He's down in that little pool in the rock. Mike. Mike. Frank is a cheese. And there I go. Hold on, you squawk and goats. You touch these Earth people and you'll. You'll hear from King Findal down Fennage. Now that's King Squid, the Octopus I want. He's up. No business here. Help. Save me, Mr. Squid. Mr. Fin shot Mike. Oh, no, you don't. Octopus. Listen, you birds. You. You. You can't get away with this. Mike Blake is a denizen of the land of the lost. And why didn't he stay there? The column Fair explainer. It's the air. Wait, Mr. Comrade, wait. Couldn't we make an exception just this once? My friends and I have a warm feeling for the land of the lost. Billy, haven't we seen that bird before somewhere? The fat one. It sure looks familiar. And so do those two women. Don't you recognize us, Isabellum Billy? I'm the puffin. Yes. And I am the dodo bird. And I'm the Sandpiper. Golly Moses, you're the birds we met on the Lost Island a couple of years ago. That's right. Remember the most island where we were the beach patrol. Twas sad but true. With nothing to do but watch the ocean grow. The months and the years went by us and never a ship king I asked for. This was the most island unknown to a single song. Of course, I remember now. And we used to sing the second verse beneath the moon as he hops among the step into the world of power, loyalty and luck. I'm gonna make him an offer he can't refuse. With family, cannolis and spins mean everything. Now you want to get mixed up in the family business. Introducing the godfather@choppacasino.com test your luck in the shadowy world of the Godfather. Slots. Someday I will call upon you to do a service for me. Play the Godfather now@chumbacasino.com. welcome to the family. No purchase necessary. VGW Group void for prohibited by law 21 + terms and conditions apply. Packages by Expedia. You were made to be rechargeable. We were made to package flights, hotels and hammocks for less. Expedia. Made to travel. Gee, that's beautiful. But it has nothing to do with the key. Yes, it has, Mr. Cormorant. These Earth folk rescued a dear friend of ours from the lost Island. That's right, Trixie, the Nixie. And we'd like to return the favor with this friend of theirs. After all, he's a very small fish. Somebody ought to not discover him out of that potty. Stop. What is the meaning of this disgraceful clamor? My humor, it's quiet. It's old Spread Eagle Billy, look. A huge old bird with a foot and his wing in a sling. See? He's a man. O war bird and a whopper. Sorry about the noise, Spread Eagle. The gannet began it. Who are these strangers and how did they come here? Please, Mr. Mr. Spread Eagle. We're friends of Red Lanterns from the land of the lost. That seagull there flew off with one of the denizens. That's right. And we came after him. See, now he's just a young flipper. And Gaskell, have you forgotten that fish hunting is forbidden in the waters of the land of the lost? But that fight wasn't in the water, sir. He was flying in the air. Flying? Is that true, Octopus? Well, do. Yeah, but do you see? You have no right to demand his release. A fish out of water is f game for roving seabirds by maritime law. Oh, but, Mr. S.P. i rule the roost on this rock, just as my fore feathers, forefathers did before me. Unless the majority of my subjects wish to surrender their rightful prey, he remains their property. All those in favor of keeping him, answer. Aye. Contrary. No, no. A thousand times no. Muffin, I fear you are a bootist. Ah, Jimin, everything is summed up. Is this the fish in question here in the pool? Watch him. A scrawny morsel to be scrapping over. His wings are bigger than his body. Still, he may do for an appetite. Please, sir. Please, Mr. Splat Eagle, let me go. All right. It's your own fault that you were caught. But I didn't know Flying Pike. Why didn't you stay in the water where you belong? But because it looks so. So free and wonderful up in the air. Oh, gee, Mr. Spread Eagle, you. You don't know how it feels to be stuck down below and see other folks flying around the sunshine. Who doesn't? Haven't I been grounded here on this barren rock for years? Ever since my wing was broken in a storm? Broken? Haven't I? Haven't I stood on this very spot and watched my fellow birds swooping and circling through the blue air, coasting where they will on the salt breeze while I am left helpless and alone. I, a man o a bird with the greatest wingspread in the seven seas ay, and never fly again. Gosh, tough luck. It's broken his heart Dilly. We tried to help him get everything we could, but the only doctor we could find was a quack. I don't want your cackling sympathy. Let's get this dinner of ours over with and with the first. Wait. Let go. Mr. Spread Eagle. Help. Gif, I say. I refuse to interfere, even if I. I help you to fly again. Help me to. What's that? I. I can do it. I know I can. I can fix that wingy, or it's as good as new. If you'll promise not to eat me. These wings are mine. They're detachable. I make them myself. Detachable wings? Yeah, they're strong as anything. Only the left one came loose while I was flying. And that's why I couldn't get away from the seagull. So that's what happened. Yeah, but. But. But the right wing works fine here. Just let me get you under your game flapper, and you'll sleep quite. Strike. He knew mechanical wing would act as a support. Oh, no. You do it Spray. In order to trick or no trick. I'll try anything that might give me a lift. Attaboy, Mr. Spread Eagle. But remember, if the experiment fails, dinner will proceed as planned. Okay, Mr. Spread Eagle. What have I got to lose here? Help me put it on him, will you, Billy? Sure. One strap goes over and one goes under. Like this? Yeah. Good. And that's it. Feel snug enough? But how do I work the. Gotcha. Omi, you don't have to do nothing. It's. It's automatic. Just take off like it naturally would. Here's the Runway, everybody. Give him room. Oh, Mr. Squig, what if it doesn't work? Mr. Squiddy, go. Such a big bird. So look out. He's going. He's rising. He's off. Better than ever. Freddy, go. Oh, Billy, isn't it wonderful? I'll say. But watch how he's coming down again. How was it? Spread eagle. By the beak of the butter, that's living breakfast. You've earned your freedom. Thanks, Mr. Spread Eagle. Oh, Mike, we're so happy for you. You sure thought yourself out of a tight squeeze. Yeah. And brother, wait till the Denisons at home hear about this. You'll be a big shot now. Mike the Flying Pike. I. I don't care about being a big shot anymore. And I'm through with flying. I just want to go home where it's safe. But before you return to the land of the lost, accept our most feathery tanks. Fellow wing habitants, I hereby move that this high point on Bird Rock, from which I took off, be named in Mike's honor as Pike Street. Come on, Pumpin. Start up a farewell song for Alpha. Handsome bag he's more than just a pint his angry linger in the memory he sings that day and may just get away A real celebrity he's not so Lucky Seven Time Pollywog. We have Lucky Seven Time each week on this program. And I want all you newcomers to listen carefully to hear how you can be a winner if you've lost something, no matter what it is, why you want it back. Of course, we can't return the actual pleasures, but we will send the nearest possible duplicate of whatever you've lost to the Pollywogs. That means any of you listeners who, in the opinion of our judges, write the most unusual letters. And here's a tip before you hear the names of this week's winners. Grab a pencil right quick so you can write down the address I'll give you later of where to send those letters and how to get your Land of the Lost book. Now, the winners first prize winner is Linda Navalli, who will receive a beautiful blue and gold fountain pen and pencil. Linda is secretary of A Land of the Lost club in Willimancett, Massachusetts. Second duplicate awards of sturdy pocket knives go to Donald LaRue of Ogdensburg, New York, and Paul Smith of Akron, Ohio. Third, Ruth Henninger of Salt Lake City, Utah, wins a sterling silver bracelet with a magic red lantern charm. Joanne Chis of Jersey City, New Jersey, who has written many times, says she will always believe in our motto, Never say lost. Joanne wins a beautiful white and gold rosary. To Georgiana Warner of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, goes a smart silver barrette. And to Richard Howard of San Francisco, California, a handsome wallet of Morocco leather. Fourth, the fine letter of Scout. Marjorie Eloise Vance of Akron, Ohio, wins for her a Girl Scout whistle. And Joanne Lloyd of New York City, who listened to the crowd of friends and neighbors last week, receives a duplicate copy of a treasured lost book. Fifth, Barrett L. Gilchrist of Quincy, Massachusetts, gets a fine baseball. To Mary Lou Chiknoski of Wilkes Barre, Pennsylvania, goes a set of beautiful cutouts with costumes for spring, summer, fall and winter. Mary Lou is leader of a land of the lost club called the swings. 612 year old buddy Newman of Swampscott, Massachusetts, wins a Monopoly set. Billy Illing of Pine Bluff, Arkansas. Arkansas gets a toy bus and a lovely ring set with a beautiful blue stone. It's on the way to Alice Evans of Yelminton, New Hampshire. Seventh, Mary Ellen Cunningham of Forest Hills, Long island, wins a ring, too. Mary Ellen's ring is a sterling silver carved band to replace the only piece of jewelry she ever had and lost. And here's the grand prize winner of all the colliwag who sent in the most interesting letter of all those received. It came from Betsy Fusco, leader of a Land of the Lost Club in the Bronx, New York. Betsy will soon be the happy owner of a lovely necklace of pearls. Congratulations, all you winners. And to the rest of you, remember our motto, never say lost. And remember how many thousands of you begged me to write a Land of the Lost book with pictures of the fish folk you love. Well, I wrote that book, and you pollywogs ordered so many copies that the first edition, a best seller which was sold out, was the biggest edition of any children's book published in 1945. But another edition came off the press yesterday, so all of you who didn't get books can get them now for yourselves or to give for Christmas presents. And this is good news. You can now order as many copies as you like. So get busy and make up your Land of the Lost Christmas list. This is a present the whole family can enjoy. Of course, you can buy Land of the Lost books at bookstores all over the country. But the only way you can get a Red Lantern badge with your book is by ordering it through this program. That's because the badge is a present to you from Isabel Manning Hewson. To get your book and badge, send $2 in cash, check or money order to the Land of the Lost in care of the Mutual broadcasting system, box 222, Times Square Station, New York 18. I'll repeat the address. Send your orders and $2 for land of the Lost books along with your letters about treasures you've lost. To the Land of the Lost, in care of the Mutual broadcasting system, box 222, Times Square Station, NY 18. And be with us this time next week when old Mother Mitten brings alarming news from the home of lost gloves. Isabel and Billy get their fingers in the pie as usual and Red Lantern comes to grips with a gauntlet. Join us next week, same time, same station, when Isabel Manninghousen takes you again to the land of the lost. It is Ryan Seacrest here. There was a recent social media trend which consisted of flying on a plane with no music, no movies, no entertainment. But a better trend would be going to chumbacasino.com it's like having a mini social casino in your pocket. 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