Talk about hangdog: have you ever seen such miserable expressions on actors' faces? Scratch that: on supposedly light and cheerily cartoonish likenesses of actors' faces. This pained, painted one-sheet from what apparently was a series of films in the 1970s (laugh all you want—what do we have now? Goddamned wizard boys) is notable mostly for the sepulchral tone it's lent by its leads. The circus-like excitement of the title font, the ruff-ruff-and-ready ramble of the apparently cash-hungry canines, and the kooky sideways trailer in the back left of the picture all indicate a larf-filled lark, filled with pranks and heists of all sorts to entice the entire pre-cable clan on a Friday night. Unfortunately Fred Astaire, blinged out but not having any of it, looks like he just wants to go back to his warm bed at Meadowbrook Eldercare Services; Barbara Eden is clearly, and rightfully, mortified that her middle-aged frame been forced into a glittering Vegas bikini that would make Liz Berkeley blush; and James Franciscus apparently just laid a silent but deadly and is trying to avoid eye contact before the others get a whiff (judging by their expressions it might be too late). The Amazing Dobermans, directed by the seductively named Byron Chudnow, might be a real hootenanny, but this wretched trio might as well be off to their aunt's execution for all I can tell from this image. Or maybe they're just concerned that the poor dog is holding a lit stick of dynamite in its teeth!!!