Hidden somewhere in this noisy, chaotic morass of society is our fellow traveler,

Voldo. A man unstuck from place and time, he travels the world on foot.

We must go find him.

At the ski slopes I find him almost immediately.

At the sea, I hunt until I am mad, and yet Valdo does not reveal

himself to me. We search for Voldo, but what is Voldo searching for? Perhaps he is not searching

at all, but running from something. Does this man even want to be found? Or, in searching for Waldo, did we

really find ourselves? No, probably not.

TVTM!

Sir, do you have any idea how super cool you are? Yeah, thanks.

I have a picture of you for above my bed, please.

It's time now for a full look at your forecast with Astrid.

Maybe we can can noodle before you get into it.

About, um...

We're not going to be canoodling.

Oh, I thought canoodle meant chat.

Shelly Mills looking good out there at Arcadia Lake.

Where's Shelly? What happened to her?

There's, look at a run. You can't run!

Must have been a one-man vaudeville act in his past life because the big man knows how to entertain.

We are legitimate and we're churning out mega, mega stars.

And it's a show that actually you see great things happen to these kids.

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