You sit in a dimly lit library, the scent of old paper and wood polish thick in the air. A fire crackles in the hearth as Basil Rathbone’s voice begins, smooth and commanding, drawing you into the world of The Wind in the Willows. On the screen, J. Thaddeus Toad, resplendent in a red coat and top hat, races down a country lane in a motorcar, laughing wildly as he knocks over a farmer’s cart.

The scene shifts—Bing Crosby’s warm, crooning voice takes over, and the mood darkens. You’re in Sleepy Hollow now, where mist curls around gnarled trees and the wind carries whispers. Ichabod Crane, lanky and nervous, rides a swayback horse through the woods, glancing over his shoulder at every sound.

The camera lingers on the Headless Horseman, a silhouette of flame and shadow. You feel the thunder of hooves, the chill of the night. The narrator leans in: 'So… what happens when the bridge ends? Do you run… or do you turn and face it?'