- [opening narration]
- Narrator: It's been said that science fiction and fantasy are two different things: science fiction, the improbable made possible; fantasy, the impossible made probable. What would you have if you put these two different things together? Well, you'd have an old man named Ben who knows a lot of tricks most people don't know and a little girl named Jenny who loves him - and a journey into the heart of the Twilight Zone.
- [closing narration]
- Narrator: Mrs. Gann will be in for a big surprise when she finds this under Jenny's pillow, because Mrs. Gann has more temper than imagination. She'll never dream that this is a picture of Old Ben, as he really looks.
- [shows photo of a handsome young man]
- Narrator: And it will never occur to her that eventually her niece will grow up to be an honest-to-goodness queen - somewhere in The Twilight Zone.
- Old Ben: You see, Jenny, my real shape, I mean, the way I really look...
- Jenny: Isn't this the way you really look?
- Old Ben: No.
- Jenny: Have I ever seen you the way you really look?
- Old Ben: No.
- Jenny: [smiling] Gee, I bet you're icky!
- Old Ben: [with mild affront] There are those who found me quite attractive.
- Jenny: It's a Martian! Somebody shoot!
- Howie Gutliff, the other kids: [aiming their finger-pistols] Boing-boing-boing-boing...
- [Grabbing at his heart, the monster collapses]
- Old Ben: I think ya got 'im.
- Agnes Gann: Who you talkin' to?
- Jenny: [lying] M-myself.
- Agnes Gann: Cut it out. You can go crazy that way.
- Man #1: [after Ben's two "subjects" have frozen the Doctor and Mrs. Gann, Jenny ushers him into her bedroom and closes the door behind them. When both "subjects" open the door, they find... two Jennys!] Your - uhm - Your Majesty?
- [Both Jennys smile and nod in unison]
- Jenny: Looks like you'll HAVE to take both of us now.
- Jenny #2: Right; what would the Council say if you brought back the wrong one?
- Man #2: Oh, now - This isn't fair, Your Majesty. This isn't fair at all!
- Jenny #2: [CUTTING-ROOM FLOOR-LINE] What makes you think it's MEANT to be fair... Any more so than the Council's rules?
- Jenny: [CUTTING-ROOM FLOOR-LINE] That's right; the Council wants to make the decisions themselves, with a scapegoat on hand in case their choices backfired.
- Jenny #2: [CUTTING-ROOM FLOOR-LINE] In other words, they want to have their cake and eat it as well.
- Jenny: [CUTTING-ROOM FLOOR-LINE] So If you REALLY want to have us in charge, from now on, you'll just have to let us TAKE charge - and then make the most of what you yourselves demanded.
- Man #1: [CUTTING-ROOM FLOOR-LINE] "Us," Your Majesty?
- [Both Jennys nod, smiling. With a resigned shrug, both Men usher the girls away]
- Jenny: [CUTTING-ROOM FLOOR-LINE] I don't understand something. If your people have a Council and all these rules, what do they need a king for?
- Old Ben: [CUTTING-ROOM FLOOR-LINE] Well, as a very wise - if somewhat cynical - gentleman once said, "People don't want leadership; they want convenience." That gentleman was my father. And, even if they shouldn't, I suspect his words apply just as much to your planet as to mine.