Based on elements from the stories of Mark Twain, this feature-length Claymation fantasy follows the adventures of Tom Sawyer, Becky Thatche...更多>
Mark Twain: The man with an idea is a fool, until the idea succeeds.
: [Looking at Twain's library] These must be those classics everyone talks about. Huck Finn: What are classics? Mark Twain: Something everyone wants to have read but don't want to read. Becky Thatcher: How come you want to catch that comet so bad, Mr. Twain? Mark Twain: Oh-ho-ho, the comet and I are part of the plan, angelfish. No doubt the Almighty said here, "There go those two unaccountable freaks. They came into this world together, they must go out together." Adam: She says things are not right. The buzzard, for instance. She says it was intended to live on decayed flesh. But we cannot overturn the whole scheme to accomodate the buzzard. Adam: [about his son, Cain] It's not a fish. It must either be an enigma, or some sort of bug. I never had a thing perplex me so. Perhaps I can take it apart to see what it's arrangements are. Mark Twain: I will continue on doing my duty, but when I get to the other side, I will use my considerable influence to have the human race drowned again, this time drowned good. No omissions. No ark. Tom Sawyer: We're only waiting for the right moment now. Becky Thatcher: What are you talking about? Huck Finn: Yeah? Tom Sawyer: Becky, do you swear not to tell? Becky Thatcher: Sure. Tom Sawyer: On your grandmother's bones? [Becky rolls her eyes] Tom Sawyer: Well, do ya? Becky Thatcher: Yeah. Tom Sawyer: We're gonna hijack this balloon. Becky Thatcher: What? Huck Finn: Hijack? Tom Sawyer: Just imagine: Tom Sawyer, aeronort, saves airborne friends from madman's death wish. Becky Thatcher: Who are you? The Mysterious Stranger: An angel. Huck Finn: What's your name? The Mysterious Stranger: Satan. Huck Finn: Uh oh. The Mysterious Stranger: What's the matter? Huck Finn: Nothing. Just that it's sure a sorry name for an angel. Mark Twain: Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody, if he can help it. Mark Twain: A harp, a hymn book and wings? Good god, what a swindle. I'm led to consider a different path. Heaven for climate, Hell for company. Eve: It looks like a man. I have never seen a man before, but it looks like one. I think it's the most unusual of the reptiles. It has frizzy hair, no hips, and tapers like a carrot, so it must be a reptile, although it could also be architecture.