Avert Your Eyes/2?

{open: The edge of the trailer spot. The Sun burns bright and close. Munroe and McKenzy stand here.}

MUNROE: Alright. McKenzy, we have to train!

MCKENZY: ... For what?

MUNROE: Well, we need to train for getting grapeball tickets!

MCKENZY: {SCREECHING} I. LOVE. GRAPEBALL!

{McKenzy punts a football, which orbits around the sun before flyimng into it. Munroe looks at the scene.}

MUNROE: Uhh...

{McKeny jumps into the sun. Scene Transition to inside the trailer. Hockey is sleeping. McKenzy is alive and well.}

MUNROE: So you're ready, then?

MCKENZY: Of course! I've got the touch, I've got the power!

{Hockey makes a sound similar to a theremin.}

MCKENZY: Hockey's right. We need to seize the day and get some tickets now!

MUNROE: What about the whole "pre-order" thing?

MCKENZY: Hm... good point. Hold on.

{McKenzy grabs a nearby clock and, manually, turns the clock forward many hours. The doorbell rings.}

DELIVERYMAN: {offscreen} Your delivery is here, Mr. Munroe!

{Munroe opens the door. A packet is lowered via fishhook-from-nowhere. Munroe snatches it, and the fishook rises. The door shuts. Munroe takes a small ink slip from the packet.}

MUNROE: Here it is - our ticket redeem ticket redeem ticket ticket!

{Cut: The computer. McKenzy and Munroe are in here.}

MCKENZY: Why we gotta go online?

MUNROE: Because.

MCKENZY: Oh.

{Munroe feeds the ticket redeem into a slot.}

MUNROE: Oh no...

MCKENZY: What?

MUNROE: Pop-outs!

MCKENZY: Oh, no! How obscene!

{A Web 2.0 pop-up crawls out of the computer screen. It has fangs, arms, and legs.}

POP-UP: GET FREE PILLS

MUNROE: Web 2.0 was the worst thing to happen to the internet!

POP-UP: THOUSANDS OF LADIES WAITING TO TALK

MCKENZY: KILL IT KILL IT WITH FIRE!

MUNROE: I stand correct-

{Hockey, on fire, flies in from off-screen, and knocks the pop-out back in.}

MUNROE: -ed.

MCKENZY: KILL IT KILL IT WITH WATER!

MUNROE: Wh-

{The fishook lowers down again, this time carrying a metal pail chalk-full. McKenzy grabs the pail and splashes the contents on Hockey, who ignites further.}

MUNROE: Grassoline? We need to get out of here, fast!