THINK-TANK: Mirror, mirror, in my hand. Who is the most fantastically
intellectually gifted being in the land?
OFFSTAGE VOICE: (after a pause) You, sir.
THINK -TANK: (smacking mirror) Quicker. Answer quicker next time. I hate a
slow mirror. (He admires himself in the mirror.) Ah, there I am. Are we
Martians not a handsome race? So much more attractive than those ugly
Earthlings with their tiny heads. Noodle, you keep on exercising your mind,
and someday you’ll have a balloon brain just like mine.
NOODLE: Oh, I hope so, Mighty Think-Tank. I hope so.
THINK -TANK: Now, contact the space probe. I want to invade that primitive
ball of mud called Earth before lunch.
NOODLE: It shall be done, sir. (He adjusts levers on switchboard. Electronic
buzzes and beeps are heard as the curtains open.)