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Animated Tron Spoof Coming to UPN
Gudlyf writes "Sci Fi Wire is reporting that executive producers of 'That 70's Show,' Marcy Carsey, Tom Werner and Caryn Mandabach, are doing a CGI-animated midseason replacement show for UPN called 'Game Over,' which is best described as a sitcom spoofing 'Tron.' The show centers on the Smashenburns, an ordinary suburban family who live in an alternate video-game universe inhabited by action heroes, monsters and cartoon characters. Patrick Warburton and Marisa Tomei will be voicing the husband Rip and wife Raquel respectively."
Buffy, when will UPN get another show of that 'caliber'?
this must be exciting for the 3 people that actually watch UPN
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