Hello, and welcome to the Krippin' Out podcast. My name is Mark Storers and hang out with me as always is Rob Morphe, and you could sir our. Yeah, I'm Chris. Hey, what up Chris? Well, we're back to us saying our names. Yeah, for now, but Rob changed, Rob changed everything up last week on us. Yeah, I was just I was done with like having to respond to my name being said. And then saying, oh, right. Just, yeah,

I was like, no, I just want to say my name. Yeah, so it's Mark's like, okay, I'll let you just leave me to say your name. And then tonight you gave me the option. I gave you the option to switch it back. You chose to stick. We are all about you. Yeah, wow, the spontaneity is almost alarming. We are a democracy. I know. We are demanding secretly backed by a dictator. It's okay. Oh, that's the way it is. It's fine. It's fine. Yeah, our puppet government is controlling us. Oh, our puppet name. Yeah, there you go. Oh, thank you. We're joining the Krippin' Out podcast. We're back.

That's mystery sphere part four. The never ending that sphere. Yeah, after the break last week, not a part four. It feels like this has been with the never ending stock. Yeah, we missed a week. Like it's only a four-parter, which is, you know, I guess maybe the third longest we've ever done, but not, you know, tremendously long, but because it's taken place over six weeks, it's something. Yeah, we had Memorial Day and we had Alan disclosure. We had to deal with them.

We had to do things happen, Chris. Hangover, I had 40 tasks, sick forever. And poor Chris is just. We had things on the plate that had to be dealt with.

It's all right, though, because here we are. Bets, Mr. Stewart, part four. I love this. Where is it? Where is it? Started with, I think, what is it?

Yeah. That went to Doomsday device. Yeah. Then the Dark Heinecke. Yeah. And now we're back to where the fuck is this thing? Well, I mean, you lose in the sphere.

I mean, this is going to be it, guys. We're going to we're going to figure it out or not. Let's opt for the latter, as usually the case, but we're going to try.

All right. Well, let's get started with in the spring of 1974, an enigmatic orb known as the bat sphere came crashing down, creating a cyclone of controversy before disappearing just as cryptically.

In the decades that followed, the mystery has only deepened, leaving lingering questions such as, what was it? Where did it come from? And most alarmingly, considering its destructive potential? Who has it now?

Who's got the speed? Which one of you says the speed? I know, I know it's here somewhere. Oh, what if the Bets and Mr. Sears crying somewhere? Like, who's just that? Oh, I don't know.

No, it might be sentient. And if it is, it might be lonely. I'm just saying, according to, was it journey? Yeah, who said spear? Oh, good by horses. I don't know enough about journey to help. That wasn't a journey song, though. Okay. No, that was from sounds of the lamb. Can we be done with this? When the guy talked his dink and he's like, no, talk about journeys. World tour, 1975. And every song they did. And all the stadiums. And then we're going to get back to the like the sphere, the head roadie, like taking care of business behind scene.

Wrangling groupies like being their best. I'm pretty sure it was in all their ammo cover somewhere. I bet you love it. It is. It is our Robert. Let's do it.

In the span of mere weeks, the Bets family had gone from being a hardworking, well-respected blended clan living in rural Florida to some of the most hounded media subjects in the world.

The reason behind this was neither a great accomplishment nor a horrific crime, but the discovery of a shiny silver bowling ball sized object that although lacking in any motorized or navigational components displayed and uncanny ability to not only travel great distances, sometimes uphill, but also to make its way over very precarious surfaces without falling.

With it also came in a ray of strange sounds and poltergeist like manifestations that left both the Betses and all who came into into inspect the odd object at a total loss.

Things fucked up. Of the many scientists, military men, and you follow just who visited the family. And I apologize now, but I feel like my voice is about to crack Peter Brady style at any second. And I don't know why.

This is fucked up. I don't know what's wrong. I don't know if I'm going through tertiary puberty. It happens.

Are you going to get your fourth ball? Am I going to sound like fucking Johnny Cash by the end of the pot? Are you going to get a fourth ball?

The old man's fourth ball it comes. And with it, you know, my resident speaking is your fourth ball that the Bets mysteries fear. Oh, only time will tell. I'm excited.

I remember one is your boss of it, but either way, fucking apparently this is what we're going to have to deal with this pod. So remember may water is our friend. We are made of it.

Oh, you know, I've been joys. I've been high. You know, let me hydrate up right now again.

Yeah, Chris and I last week we're talking about liquid IV. I kind of hope we get a sponsorship from them. Oh, yeah, that was super cool.

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