Square One Television (1987–1992)
Mathnet Narrator: The story you are about to see is a fib, but it's short. The names are made up, but the problems are real.
MathMan: MathMan, MathMan, MathMan, MathMan, MathMan, MathMan, MathMan, MathMan, MathMan
Luisa: [opening her window] What is the oldest piece of furniture in the world?
Arthur: [opening his window] The multiplication table.
Luisa: [feigning innocence] Really? I didn't know that.
Larry: [opening window wearing a George Washington mask] Hey, come on, that joke's older than I am! Woo hoo!
Cris: [opening his window] Who was that masked man?
Her shadow: I've been everywhere you've been, I've done everything you've done.
Debbie Allen: Yes, but you're the flat one.
Her shadow: Flat? You're the one who was singing.
Gregory Hines: Imagine. An island three feet wide, one thousand feet below. I have to drop a survival box to save a guy named Joe. So, I calculate my altitude, direction, and wind speed, then factor in the box's weight and the angle that I need. Now, I'm not ashamed to say I hit a perfect bull's-eye, I wave and move on. Joe can eat until he's rescued, I just hope he likes croutons.
Bev: [opening her window] Yo, Larry!
Larry: [opening his] Yo? Yes, yo?
Bev: What has three feet but cannot walk?
Larry: A yard! Get it, yard? He he, guess I mowed you down, huh? Mowed!
Cris: [opening window] Oh, Larry, you are such a cut-up.
Sgt. Kate Monday: I'm Kate Monday. This is my partner, George...
Officer George Frankly: ...Frankly.
Narrator: Square One TV's roving reporter asks another question to the person on the street. Today's question: What is a dodecahedron?
Parrot: One, One, Two, Three, Five... Eureka!
Mathman's Instructor: True or False: Curly haired people from Detroit is better in math than anybody else.
Mr. Glitch: True! Everybody in Detroit knows that!
[Eats the T, and buzzer sounds]
MathMan: [as the center screen reads it's false] That's the most absorb thing I have heard in days. Isn't it right, MathDog?
MathDog: Bark Bark!
MathMan: All source of people are good at math. Kids, Adults, Girls, And boys. I cannot believe you went for that, Mr. Glitch.
Mr. Glitch: Aw you don't, Well perhaps I did.
MathMan: Sick him, MathDog!
MathDog: MathDog, MathDog, MathDog, MathDog,
Mr. Glitch: Hey! Hey! Don't chase me, Get away from me!
[MathDog eats Mr. Glitch as the GAME OVER! screen appears]