"Harken there, you!  'Tis I, Madman Marcus and that strange contraption over my shoulder is my Magic Time Machine.  You're about to step aboard it with us Raiders and be transported back, back, back into time."

Scrunch -- craack -- ummph.  "Don't be chicken, get on in there, Smitty.  There's room enough for you!"

KER-BLAAMM!

SMITTY: "Aaaheeeooohaah!"     PAUL: "Hey, Smitty-man, what happened to you?"
MARK: "Forget about him, look what happened to my microphone!"

SMITTY: "I'll tell you what happened to me -- I've finally got primitive enough to tell you!"
PAUL: "Yeah, tell me what?  Come on, spit it out."

"Never mind spittin'.
How'd'ya like to try this rock on for size?"

"G-r-r.  Flashing back to caveman times makes me feel real primitive about you!"

"Hey, Phil, there's our time machine again.  Let's hop back in it and see where it will take us next."

KER-BLAAMM!

"Gadzooks, guys -- This place looks like Roseland on a rainy Sunday night!"

"Stay cool, hepcats.  Everything's gonna be o-reet-o-rooney.  Get it?"

"SOLID, Jackson!  Greetings gates, did 'ya bring YOUR skates?"

"Beat me, daddy, eight to the bar -- "

"Well, the flatfoot floogie with the floy floy!"

"I'll take you jivin' to a mellow beat, in my zoot suit with a reet pleat -- just turn the page!"

MORE MORE MORE OF
MARK AND HIS MAGIC TIME MACHINE!
TAKE A TRIP WITH THE RAIDERS
TO THE ROARING '20s, A SHEIK'S HAREM (!)
& THE WILD AND WOOLY WEST!!