The World's Greatest/37r

A thrilling climax I promise

Transcript

{Open to the two}

HENRY: Yeah, this is just the introduction line, the things that happen begin now.

{Hogface arrives}

HENRY: Hey.

HOGFACE: Oink.

{Frogface arrives}

HENRY: Hey.

FROGFACE: Cro...

QUINT: What is it?

FROGFACE: Hogface is here. I hate that guy.

HOGFACE: Well, you resemble the author's mum.

FROGFACE: Yeah, well you're going to end up as bacon at my hands, you big pig-skinned nancy!

HOGFACE: I propose we settle this in a civilized and dignified matter.

FROGFACE: Arabian Stool Dance?

HOGFACE: No, it's too hard to get the licencing sorted out, so, we should just fight.

{They Fight}

FROGFACE: I have a newfound respect for you.

HOGFACE: Agreed. I suggest we get some drinks from the local TexMex place.

FROGFACE: Sounds like a plan. Let's ditch this popsicle sand!

{The ditch this popsicle sand}

QUINT: Mm, popsicle sand.

HENRY: That sure was a good fight though.

QUINT: And a good sand ditching.

HENRY: What kind of ditch has sand in it anyway?

QUINT: A desert ditch?

HENRY: What does Deserto Ditché have to do with this?

{Suddenly, cut to a sillouhette of an unknown man with a dog shaped head.}

HENRY: Hey.

UNKNOWN MAN: Woof!

{Cut back to the two}

QUINT: What's his name?

HENRY: Dave.

{THE END}