|Title||Oven of the Future|
|Date||November the 20th, 1958|
Transcript: "Oven a' the future," huh? Yeah, the kid got hold of that damn Radar Range last night. Started tryin' it out on everything: apples, marshmallows, spoons! Had himself a fine time until our Pekingese stepped in the way. And for some reason, I'm the one in Dutch with the wife. Well, I locked the damn thing up. Oh, uh, so I don't forget the code, it's 3-9-5-8.
Location: On the floor of the broken elevator in the middle of the Electronics department.