- The Chief: Last night, at the height of the tournament, that slipper cyborg snuck past the players who were too absorbed in their game to notice him. Now, before they could say "checkmate", he checked out with the computer! He plans to use it to enhance his own artificial intelligenge.
- The Chief: Gumshoes, Acme Chessnet has tracked Robo and Deep Thought to a high tech center in California. Now, we believe that Robocrook's heading for his birthplace, which is a town in Silicon Valley. Now, it's also the town where you'll find the headquarters for a famous computer company. But, uh, of course, this being public television, we can't mention the company's name.
- [casually bites into an apple]
- The Chief: Well, you'll just have to figure that out on your own. Greg.
- Self - Host: Thanks, Chief. You handle those sensitive issues so well.
- D-Nice: [rapping] Check it! Paintings by Rembrandt and Reubens can be found here/The city's below sea level where Anne Frank hid near/Or should I say in? This capital of the Netherlands/D-Nice once again with a helping hand.
- Self - Host: Gumshoes, look, I know we're still hot on the trail of and the computer. The thing is, though...
- Mrs. Pumpkin-Klanger: Hot on the trail? That's poppycock!
- Self - Host: It's my upstairs neighbor, Mrs. Pumpkin-Klanger. Be back in a minute.
- [out he goes]
- Self - Host: Hey, Ms. P.
- Mrs. Pumpkin-Klanger: You wouldn't know a hot trail if it jumped up and burned you! Robocrook's in the republic of Azerbaijan. Search a famous resort city on the Caspian Sea. It's the birthplace of Kasparov, the world chess champion.
- [suddenly looking a bit dreamy]
- Mrs. Pumpkin-Klanger: Ooh, I do love Garry's endgame. Now go rope Robo!
- [goes inside and slams the window]
- Self - Host: Okay. Okay, Huh. Gee. I always thought it was me she loved.
- Self - Host: Now, for our last clue, we turn to somebody who has just finished dancing on Madonna's latest video. Take it away, Nana Rap!
- Nana Rap: You're such a nice young man. I'd be happy to do some chill slammin' and jammin' for ya. Hit it.
- [the music begins]
- Nana Rap: From March to October, the brave matadors reign/In this fabulous city that you'll find in Spain/For Spanish master paintings, one place has a lock/It's to the Prado Museum that the art lovers flock/Now, if you're feeling hungry, want a nibble to eat/Try small dishes called tapas, and you're in for a treat/From the mushrooms in oil to baby eels that they fry/Those tapas foods are deft, and the city is fly/You've got the Nana
- [giggles]
- Nana Rap: You've got the Nana.
- Self - Host: Let's hear it for Nana! Come on, guys.
- [the audience applauds]
- Self - Host: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! I love her. I love her. I asbolutely love her.