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Movie Summary  Short: The Last Clear Chance:  A seemingly friendly local police officer shares graphic warnings about automobile safety. Despite his advice, people die anyway.  Movie : Radar Secret Service:  Robert Lippert presents Radar Secret Service. This movie blatantly glamorizes the use of radar for any and all situations. Government agents track down the bad guys with radar balls attached to their cars, and the radar images come in as clear as television pictures. Only radar knows what the hell is going on in this movie, but there's G-men, double-crossing blondes, big black cars, and big black suits allover 'the place in this aggressively bland, violently nondescript movie. The day is saved, all the right people are shot dead, and all thanks to radar. — Mary Jo Pehl Host Segments  Prologue:  Mike gives Crow his regularly scheduled maintenance, and accidentally triggers a Horshack mechanism.  Segment 1:  Mike tries to escape from the SOL by tying together sheets, pants, underwear, and a bra. The Mads come up with a process to numb the minds of Mike and the 'Bots called Hypno Helio Static Stasis containing X-4.  Segment 2:  State Trooper Tom Servo yarns about the dangers of sandwiches, lint, and hot plates.  Segment 3:  It's the Class of '83 reunion, staged by the 'Bots for Mike, and featuring the music of Impaler. Prom theme: "Hungry Like the Wolf."  Segment 4:  Mike and Crow show Servo their model of the Quinn Martin nature preserve. Don't miss Roy Thinnes picking nits off Buddy Ebsen.  Segment 5:  The Satellite folks show off their Hypno Helio Static Stasis antidote, Ecstatoeuphorofun with patented Hinder 90, which takes a B movie and makes it fun! In Deep 13, the Mads share a hearty laugh.  Stinger:  The hysterical maid. Reflections For some reason, I think I'm the one who got all hopped up about doing this radar movie. I mean, radar was their answer to everything that was wrong with the world, much like Teflon or Naugahyde in our own time. It was a kick saying "thanks to RADAR" at the end of almost every sentence, so I requested—I might have demanded—that we do this film. Never have I been quite so wrong. After the initial blush of the radar humor wore off, we were left with a bunch of scenery and actors and little else; it's like an episode of Commando Cody without the action. Wow. Well, we all make mistakes, don't we? However, The Last Clear Chance is right up there with my all-time favorite shorts. — Kevin Murphy