More strange geometric patterns apparently created overnight in German corn fields by, uh, aliens. Or at least by out-of-towners. Or, well, maybe not.
All together now!
“Green Acres is the place to be.
Farm living is the life for me.
Land spreading out so far and wide.
Keep Manhattan, just give me that countryside.”
Sie ist nicht von der These des Bürgermeisters überzeugt, dass es sich bei den Tätern um auswärtige Besucher handeln muss.
Observing Hermann 
Shouldn’t that be the Beverly Heil-billies?
…or Brown Acres?
….Or I Dream of Genie-cide?
Keep it rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, guys. You forgot the MunSSters.
I was just too embarrassed to mention WKRP in Zarrentin am Schaalsee or the Dick van Reich show.
If anyone can churn out something good with “Leave it to Beaver” or “Gilligan’s Island”, I’ll buy you a beer.
Those are tough, man. But not as tough as Mr. Ed, Bewitched or My Favorite Martian. We’d better stop while we’re behind.
I tried Mr. Ed and Bewitched as well, but nothing. Even I love Lucy seemed easy at first, but no. Since I tried really, really hard though, I think I’ll treat myself to a beer anyway.