It’s a typical family sitcom, except that the father is an inventor who keeps accidentally altering the timestream.
Though Don is a super-intelligent genius, he works as a mechanic and he is happy to do it. He saves the superscience for his own free time. He tinkers with a time machine in the garage, but he has no idea that he has actually got it working dozens, or even hundreds of times, because he always winds up altering the time machine such that he doesn’t remember and has to do it again.
The family matriarch is, in stereotypical sitcom fashion, the glue that holds the family together. She’s the one who deals with all the problems that crop up while her absent-minded husband makes a fool of himself.
Tammy’s sister is an acid-tongued minx who likes to show up for a few minutes a week and deliver some one-liners.
The oldest of the Reed-Owens children, Jake is in high school and is dealing with all the typical problems of adolescence.
Thinking of herself as the ignored middle child, Emily is actually the one who gets the most attention, since she’s always complaining about something.
Oscar is the only family member cognizant of the ways that the timestream is constantly being altered. For some reason, he is the only one who notices that Jake and Emily have to keep learning the same lessons every week like they’re caught in a time loop. When his aunt Janice stopped appearing, Oscar was the only one who even remembered that she existed. And he’s the only one that noticed that he seemed to grow from an infant to a four year old over the course of a summer. As a kid, he takes this stuff in stride as best he can, but his best isn’t very good. He’s stressed out and it is only ever getting worse. More than anything, he wishes he could figure out why some weird thing always happens for 22 minutes every Thursday at 7:30.
Obviously this whole thing is a setup to mock the typical things that go uncommented on in regular sitcoms. I don’t know if it’d catch on, but if it were a real show I’d hope it lasts long enough to see Oscar progress into a complete and total wreck.
Almost certainly a real television show called Family Time has existed. I refuse to google it to find out because it is the ideal name for this show. I threw on the word “It’s” just to hedge my bets. The Reed-Owens surname is because it sounds like “Redoing” and it is quite a reach.
Due to an eccentric relative’s eccentric business deal, two sisters are legally required to run a store that sells costumes, magic tricks, and pranks.
Ellen is the more sensible of the two sisters, Ellen is the one who does most of the actual work around the store. Her more serious disposition makes her an unlikely fit for the store, but she excels at the business part of the job.
Minnie is more impulsive and fun than Ellen, but she has no interest in the store. She’s only there for legal reasons, since the eccentric deal that has them working there requires her to put in at least twenty hours a week. She is taking the opportunity to needle her sister, hoping to get her to loosen up.
Cedric is a regular customer at the store who has been coming there for years. He knew the sister’s eccentric relative better than they did. Now, he’s developing a crush on Ellen that he’s using as an excuse to show up even more often, trying to be helpful, but mostly making an ass of himself.
Ned Wilks is a teen boy they hired to help around the shop. He’s kind of good at keeping things clean, but little else. He is completely baffled by magic tricks and can’t explain them to customers at all.
Jenny is Ellen’s daughter. She loves the store and gets to run around saying cute catchphrases and appealing to the audience.
I don’t know. I like the idea of someone being legally required to own a store, that’s amusingly stupid, but could it sustain itself very long? Maybe if we let the plots get crazily outlandish as it goes, adding in ghosts and real magic and unmooring itself from its original tone, like Family Matters did, except we say it is all part of the mysterious dead relative’s plan.
“You see, my friends, through the centuries, man has sought to master the bee. And although she has shared with him most generously her produce, the bee went about her daily toils obeying not the commands of man, but the laws of her own civilization and culture.”
In 1955, an episode Science Fiction Theatre titled “The Strange Doctor Lorenz” introduce a strange doctor, named Lorenz. Dr. Lorenz is a beekeeper.
Dr. Lorenz (portrayed by Edmund Gwenn) is an elderly chemist who, with an assistant named George, lives in a house in a swamp near some small town called Dexter. There, in addition to farming honey, he conducts experiments with the help of his bees. The primary invention that benefits Lorenz’s work is a method for communicating with bees via “controlled use of artificial ultra-violet rays” that has allowed him to completely understand the bees’ language. Lorenz has shown nothing but respect for the bees, and they in turn like him and are happy to help him out.
Beyond that his experiments have been more along lines that one would actually expect from a chemist. He is working on a curative form of royal jelly which can heal even the most serious of wounds. While Lorenz is not a medical doctor, the townsfolk around the swamp apparently are confused by his “doctor” title and often summon him for aid in times of medical emergency. Lorenz is happy to help, but will only use his special jelly in cases of life or death. But why doesn’t he use it to heal everyone? Why doesn’t he go public with his discoveries? Well, the tragedy here is that the jelly is still not perfected. Its healing effects are only temporary, and continued use of the jelly makes the subject deadly allergic to bees, a single sting being enough to instantly kill them. Until this can be improved upon, Lorenz will only treat those who would be otherwise doomed, and whom he can keep a watch on. (Lorenz himself would seem to be at risk, but the bees would never have any reason to sting him.)
What else? Lorenz is not a fighter, but when a man breaks into his home and tries to steal from him, he does release the bees, which is an accepted beekeeper combat technique of course. Furthermore, he is a quirky fellow and, for some reason, he goes to bed at 8:30 on the dot every night, even if he has to leave a conversation unfinished to do it. We’re never given a reason for that, so I could easily claim this routine is his way of keeping his Beekeeper Rage from flaring up. It is, if nothing else, impressive how he can apparently tell the time without the need for a clock.
3 Honeycombs out of Five.
Eventually, knowing that he is getting too old to see his research to the end, so he leaves his work to a doctor named Fred Garner. Let’s hope that Fred is able to perfect the curative jelly one day.