You are about to enter another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound, but of mind, a journey into a wondrous land of imagination. Next stop,

The Twilight Zone.

In the Twilight Zone, Buck Houghton says of the episode Mr Beavers,

that one was my least favourite. Somehow it just didn't come together. It was apples and oranges.

I didn't think there was any excitement or interest. You just wondered, why watch it?

And it's not just Buck Houghton who feels this way about the episode.

At the time of recording, Mr. Beavis currently holds a rating on IMDB of 6.7, which, if

you're using as a measuring stick of fan reaction, would put it in the lower tier of Twilight

Zone episodes.

So I suppose there isn't much for me to say at this point.

Instead, let's just let Rod Serling set the tone for tonight's episode, Mr. Beavis.

In the parlance of the 20th century, this is an oddball.

His name is James B.W. Beavis, and his taste leaned towards stuffed animals,

Zither music, professional football, Charles Dickens, mooseheads, carnivals, dogs, children, and young ladies. Mr. Beavis is accident-prone, a little vague, a little discombuberated, with a life that possesses all the security of a floating crap game. But this can be set of our Mr. Beavis.

Without him, without his warmth, without his kindness,

the world would be a considerably poorer place,

albeit perhaps a little saner.

Should it not be obvious by now, James B.W. Beavis is a fixture

in his own private, optimistic, hopeful little world, a world

which has long ceased being surprised by him. James B.W. Beavis, on whom Dame Fortune will

shortly turn her back, but not before she gives him a paste in the mouth. Mr. James B. W.

Beavis just one block away from the Twilight Zone.

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