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Caption: Countdown: 0 seconds -- (Bert activates his vest) <**SPROING**> Bert: **Viva la crotch!** -- (The kittens decapitate Bert as Dart raises his guns and Lucy dives off of the truck bed) -- (Lucy hits the ground; Dart dives off the truck behind her, firing at the kittens as he falls) -- (A kitten lands on the roof, ready to pounce on Acey who shoots another kitten in the cab of the truck who is attacking Bitparte) -- (Dart leaps up, shaking his two riot guns to reset them; two spent casings are discharged; Lucy cowers on the ground as an angry kitten zooms in for the kill) -- (One kitten decapitates Dart; the other kills Lucy, while two more move in to join the carnage) -- (Torg cringes, waiting for the attack as two kittens swoop in; Flaky (off panel) grabs him from behind) -- (Two kittens tackle Acey, while a third finishes tearing Bitparte apart) -- (Back at base...) Riff (into the walkie-talkie): Torg! Come in Torg! -- Riff (into the walkie-talkie): Dart? Torg? Anyone? (Zoë wipes tears from her eyes) -- (Riff puts down the walkie-talkie) Riff: Torg. (Zoë hugs him from behind) | Flag | ||||
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Riff: You tell me, Sid? What started this whole mess? Sid: When Flaky... We thought Flaky had destroyed the milk. Footnote: Countdown: 35 seconds -- Riff: The kittens destroyed the milk. Then you came in and took over and had control for a short time. Until when? -- Sid: Last night we brought the caretakers here: C-Company got ambushed by the kittens. We thought the mittens had to be out in the open to attract kittens. C-Company was transporting them in a lockbox. They should have been safe, but... Riff: ...But the kittens were done playing your games as soon as you had brought the caretakers. -- Sid: We sent Jaffe and D-Company to investigate. Riff: And Jaffe conveniently brought some mittens right into town for some of their games. They've been setting us up. Now they're knocking us down. Torg isn't responding but we can only hope his team's safe at the coffee shop. That leaves Dart. -- Riff (into the walkie-talkie): Dart! Check in! This is important! Torg (off panel; over the walkie-talkie): Hi, Riff! It's me! -- Riff (into the walkie-talkie): Torg? What are you doing on Dart's line? -- Torg (off panel; over the walkie-talkie): The kittens trashed a bridge so Lucy and I cut over to join up with Dart's team. Riff: All in one place... -- Riff (into the walkie-talkie): *Torg! Get out of there! Get everyone together and get out of there!* -- Riff: *ALL THE KITTENS ARE ON THEIR WAY TO YOU!* -- <***VROOM!***> Lucy: *Well, the truck started!* Dart: *Look! Over the trees!* -- (Kittens silhouetted against the full moon look like flying bats; their eyes glowing red-orange) -- Flaky: They were supposed to come from the other way! Riff (off panel; over the walkie-talkie): *They're cutting you off!* -- (Torg makes a dramatic heroic pose as he deploys his decoy vest) <**squeeky!**> (decoy cat toys pop out) | Flag | ||||
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<**/GLITCH/**> <**/GLOMP/**> <**/GLUCK/**> <**/SOUND-EFFECT-REPERSENTING-ONE'S-SPLEEN-BEING-SHOVED-THROUGH-AN-EYE-SOCKET/**> [sic: should be "representing-one's[etc.]"] -- Riff (grabbing the walkie-talkie): *Mika! Mika! Come in Mika!* -- Kitten (off panel; over the walkie-talkie): **mew.** -- Ed: /They knew!/ They went after Mika because... Riff: Because they knew we weren't going anywhere and she could radio for help. Let the cat out of the bag, so to speak. -- Zoë: On the video, Riff! It was a kitten that detonated the explosives. Riff (off panel): *Of course! They were aware of the hold the milk had over them! Why didn't I see it?* --- (A series of sketches of a kitten playing with a mouse divide the previous panels from the following ones) --- Ed: But they were fed milk daily at that point! They weren't evil! Riff: They weren't unstoppable. They couldn't fly. They couldn't kill a man. But they were what they were. -- Riff: Flaky once said only humans play games with death and war. But there is one other species on the entire face of the planet that also turns death into a game. -- Sid: Germs? Ed: Those other humans? Zoë: Any carnivore learning to survive? -- Riff: Kittens. -- Riff: But these are Satan's kittens. And we're more the mice than anyone suspected. | Flag | ||||
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-- Caption: Simultaneously: Juan: Dart checked in, but Mika's not picking up. Neither is Torg. Riff: No time for this, Juan. Sid, let's get some catnip grenades into our kitten-ditch. Sid: Riff! The kittens! *They're gone!* -- Riff: They could be anywhere! Zoë: Riff! You've got to see what's *on this tape! The Clown placed the explosives but he didn't detonate them!* -- (Sunset: The sun is almost completely below the horizon) -- Torg: That's it. Our time's up! -- Acey: The truck's not starting. <CHUGGA-CHUGGA-CHUGGA-> Bitparte: Come on baby! /Turn over!/ -- (Sunset: A tiny sliver of the sun left) -- Mika (her top off; in her bra): What are you waiting for? Delaware (his top off): /Shhh!/ It's sunset! I wonder who the kittens are going to kill first! -- Delaware (a kitten on his shoulder): What? -- Delaware (leaning into Mika, who is staring at him in horror): Why are you looking at me like that? Cat got your tongue? -- Delaware: **REAAARGH** Mika: **eeeeeee!** -- (The kitten pops out of Delaware's mouth, with his tongue) <**KRAK**> Kitten: **mew.** -- (Mika backs up in horror to the window, where two more kittens are about to pounce) | Flag | ||||
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Lucy: This is the camp! Here's the truck! Where's Dart? Torg: Over there! -- (Lucy calling from by the truck (next to a house on the lake) while Torg jogs over to Bert, Acey, Bitparte and Dart (latter two with guns); a person (Flaky) stands on the dock in the distance) Lucy: *This way, guys!* Acey: Look! Torg and Lucy! -- (Torg reaches the other group) Bitparte: What are they doing here? Dart: I don't know, Bitparte, but the sun is setting! Double-time, people! Torg: Dart! I need your walkie-talkie! The bridge was destroyed. Like the kittens were onto us or something. -- (Torg holding the walkie-talkie, Dart's hand over his shoulder (just handed it to him) and holding the gun in his other hand) Torg: Wait here! I'll be right back! Dart: Be quick or we're leaving without you. -- (Acey and Dart looking towards the dock, the sunset's light reflecting yellow off Dart's glasses) Acey: Hey! By the dock! It's Flaky! Dart: The gang's all here. I don't like it. Keep sharp, Acey. -- (Torg following Flaky onto the dock; boat floats next to it) Torg: Hey Flaky. What are you doing here? Flaky: I've seen my fate Torg. I intend to meet it where I choose. I only hope my death has some meaning. -- Flaky's head bent down, Torg holding a hand out to the side (towards the lake) and smiling) Torg: OK, you're facing death, and I have to call Riff, but let's put that on pause for a second. I just realized something. Kittens hate water and we have a whole lake here. We can travel by boat! -- Flaky: Travel where? There's nothing on the other side of this lake but more forest. Besides, the kittens fly. You'd all be floating appetizers. Torg: Appetizers like /"Dim Sum"?/ -- (Torg, grinning, hands on his hips, Flaky looking down) Torg: Yep! We'd have to be some dumb dim sons to end up Dim Sum! Flaky (annoyed): Don't you have to call someone or something? | Flag | ||||
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Juan (into the walkie-talkie): Give us a call when you're on route back in case we're still alive, Dart. Juan out. <click> -- <beep> Juan (into the walkie-talkie): Mika, check in -- Caption: Ranger Station Juan (off panel; over the walkie-talkie): Mika, are you there? -- (A finger turning the walkie-talkie off) Juan: *Come in Mika! Do you...* -- (Delaware in camouflage, holding a gun in one hand, a helmet under the other arm) Delaware: You didn't really send out any distress calls yet, did you, Mika? -- (Mika leaning back in a chair, with her walkie-talkie on the table next to her) Mika: I figure we give the kittens an hour to kill everybody, then call for help for us. In the Dark One's name. -- (Mika and Delaware headbang, holding up the devil's horns sign with both hands (index and pinkie finger up)) Delaware and Mika: *Hail Satan! /Hail Satan!/* Caption: 80's Headbanger Satanic Ritual. -- Delaware: I was getting sick of playing both sides anyway. Mika: You almost blew everything by leaving your card behind, Delaware. -- Delaware: Did that intentionally. Builds suspicion. Plus, I've got Torg and Lucy's map and comm-unit. They are more hopelessly abandoned than F-Company was. Mika: They deserved what they got, as will these insolent ones. -- Mika: *FOR NONE CAN DEFY THE PROUD MAJESTY AND SHEER CLASSINESS OF US!* -- (More headbanger satanic ritual; repeat of panel 7) | Flag | ||||
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-- Sid (from inside the cabin): All kittens have been moved to a ditch outside that perimeter to play with yarn balls until they... change. Kittens (tossing yarn): mew. mew. mew. <bat> -- (An array of guns, grenades (breaded with catnip), and open cans of tuna on the table) Ed (off panel): All tunified riot guns are cleaned locked and loaded. Four catnip grenades each. -- (Ed, right arm in a sling and right leg bandaged, standing next to Juan, whose right sleeve is pinned up to accommodate no right arm) Ed (gesturing to Juan): We're coming up a little short on arms. I mean literally. -- (Riff sitting on a couch next to comatose Angela, who Zoë is spoon-feeding from a bowl) Riff: Everybody take a fifteen minute break, because that's all the time left. -- (Juan standing in front of the open video cabinet, holding a video; Riff holding another one) Riff: "Unholy Concubine Connection." What else we got in the video cabinet? Juan: We got a bunch of surveillance on the Glee store. And, *hey! Cribbage Massacre 2!* Let's watch that. Riff: Naw, sequels always suck. -- (Everyone in same position as before, Ed leaning over the back of the couch; everyone except Angela staring at the reader - 4th wall) -- Riff: Glee store... I want to see what happened to the original milk supply. Ed: Flaky blew that up. Zoë: No, that clown did. Riff: With that Satanist in our midst, I want to see what happened for myself. -- (Sid, Riff, Angela, and Zoë seated on the couch, Ed leaning on the back) Caption: A few minutes later... Clown (off panel; from the video): **Mwa ha ha ha!!!** -- Riff: There's Commander Clown setting up some explosives. Ed: Well, that was anticlimactic! Juan: *AAAH! The sun's setting! Battle positions! Battle positions!* | Flag | ||||
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Torg: That is a long way down. Lucy: Without that bridge can't get to civilization. Torg: We have no choice but to head back. Lucy: Let me look at the map. -- (Torg and Lucy standing across from a broken-off rope bridge) Torg: Why? We lost? Lucy: We're not lost. I just think it might be quicker to angle towards the lake and meet up with Dart's crew. -- Torg: Delaware's got the map. *Hey Delaware!* -- Torg: *Delaware!* Lucy: *Delaware?* | Wasn't he right behind us? Torg: /We lost Delaware!/ -- Lucy (starting to panic): Did the kittens get him? They're "awake" already? Torg (examining the shredded bridge post): If not they must have thought to turn the bridge into a scratching post last night! -- Lucy: You think the kittens are anticipating us? Torg: We've got to call this in. -- (Torg and Lucy looking at each other in panic) Torg and Lucy: **Delaware's got the walkie-talkie!** -- Lucy: In retrospect, you probably should have volunteered to help carry stuff. -- Torg (arms folded): *Hey, I carried mittens!* Lucy (pointing to her wrist): Herniated disk. Old football injury. | Flag | ||||
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-- Juan: Juan Adyslow, R&D. I was testing out a catnip net for containment purposes. They ate the net, then my arm. If not for Dart, I'd be dead. -- Ed: Ed Mitdafeat, Heavy Weapons. A kitten ran up my bazooka barrel. If not for Dart, I'd be dead. -- Sid: Sid Uationhopeless. Demolitions. Lost a leg to a kitten I was trying to nail with a grenade. Dart bla-bla-bla. -- Riff: I nailed a kitten with a grenade. All it did was toss 'em into the air. Still, tossing kittens could be useful. -- Sid: Sure, they're easy to peg when docile, but when they got that hellfire in 'em, they keep away from grenades like they were pitbulls. -- Riff: Juan, did you say you've got catnip? -- Zoë: You're breading the grenades? Riff: More like catnipping the grenades. Sid: It's the *super cat snack that bites back!*™ Ed (aside to Juan): I'm outta town when they throw those on the skillet. | Flag | ||||
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--- Zoë (wearing Arny fatigues and tactical vest - briefing from a notecard): Gentlemen. We have a situation. Our best guess is in a little over an hour 18 kittens will start tearing this town apart, starting with us. No one lives. Everybody quits. -- Zoë: *YOU GOT ME?* -- (Riff points to Zoë's note card and says something in her ear) -- Zoë: *No one quits. Everybody dies.* -- Zoë: *That's what it says!* Riff: No one quits. Everybody *fights!* -- Zoë (smiling really wide): So anywho, here's Riff! Riff: Nice intro. | Flag | ||||
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Bert: /*Bah?*/ Dart: Bah-bah-black sheep, I don't think I trust you enough to have a gun at my back. In fact, you're taking point. Bert: **BAH!** Acey: Dart, there's a reason to have him away with those kittens around! -- Dart: *Reason with kittens?* You can't *reason with them! They're kittens!* They don't know good or weakness or fear! All that matters to them is *the four tastes cats love, tuna, liver, cheddar, and humanity! AND THEY WILL NOT STOP!* -- Dart: *They won't stop until they've pounced on our souls! Don't you understand? /When will mankind learn?!?/ We'd make a great team, you and I! The city would be ours to plunder, Web-Head!* -- Acey (annoyed): Your speech kind of drifted from action hero to super villain there. Dart: I was adlibbing [sic: should be "ad-libbing"], but it sounded cool, right? | Flag | ||||
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Riff: We have about an hour forty-five until sundown. We've gathered barely enough milk for three kittens. That means we've got to fight. Mika, what's our phone situation? -- Mika: Our toys can't send out of the valley. There's a ranger station not too far away. I can make it in a half an hour if I run. Riff: I expect everybody to run. -- Riff: Dart, what's our closest vehicle. Dart: We stashed a pickup truck near Crystaldale lake. Riff: How long to get there? Dart: An hour and a half, at least. -- Riff: Hmm. What about town. Dart: That's an hour and a half in a different direction. Lucy: *I know a shortcut!* You have to cut through the Blairdale woods but it should cut the time down to 45 minutes assuming we don't get lost! I think the coffee shop has milk from out of town. We'll be able to find a car and a phone there too! (Torg is kneeling down, looking with concern at the catatonic Angela; Zoë looks on) -- Riff: That sounds like our best bet, Lucy! And Delaware's skills in "acquiring" cars may come in handy with that. One last thing. We know the kittens are going to be primarily targeting Zoë, Angela, Bert, Torg and Flaky. We have two F.L.V. vests left. (Zoë is saying something to Torg in the background) -- Riff: Torg and Bert have agreed to go out as bait for the cats, to buy time for their prospective [sic: should be "respective"] teams and possibly us here at the house. Zoë: *NO!* -- Zoë: *Torg! Bert!* This is suicide! Torg: Zoë, staying here may be suicide! My only hope is that I might lead some of the kittens away from here! It's Riff's plan! He knows what he's doing. -- Torg: Zoë, you have no idea how much I want to stay here with you guys. Because..... Zoë: I know Torg! I know why you want to stay here. You don't have to say anything. Please don't. -- Riff: OK, here are the teams. Torg, Delaware, and Lucy will cut through Blairdale woods to get to town and secure us some milk. No weapons. Travel light. Torg, scatter half the mittens as you go. Make sure you have them *all* placed before sundown. That should slow them down. -- Riff: Dart, Bert, Acey and Bitparte will go to the cabin by Crystaldale Lake to get that pickup. Bert, scatter the other half of the mittens as you go. Tunified riot guns all around. -- Riff: Mika, you're on your own to get to that ranger station. With no mittens or caretakers near, you're the safest of us all. -- Riff: Everyone check in at that point for what to do next. The rest of us will fortify our position. We've got a lot of mines and grenades; I may have some tricks up my sleeves. -- Torg: Good luck Bert! Bert: **They took my first crotch, they /shant/ [sic: should be shan't] take my second!** -- Zoë: *Good luck Torg!* Riff: Get some milk back here fast as you can, we're counting on you. -- Dart: ***GROUP HUG!*** Riff: Pass. -- Riff (off panel): Move out. It's getting dark quick. (A close up on one of the kitten's eyes, shows it beginning to turn angry, with a skull and crossbones in it's pupil) | Flag | ||||
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-- (a hacksaw is placed on the kitten's head) -- Torg: I can't do it! Kitten: prrrr Riff: We have to know if these kittens retain indestructibility before they "awaken." -- Torg: **I can't use a hack-saw on a kitten's head!** Riff: Look, you probably won't even scratch it. Torg: What if that's a normal kitten that wandered in here? -- Kitten (looking up with big, sad anime eyes): **mew?** -- Riff: Grenade? Torg: Deal. -- (They throw the grenade at the kitten and duck 'n cover) -- <***BOOM!***> -- (the kitten lands on Torg's face unharmed) <**FWAP!***> -- Kitten (on top of Torg's head): **mew.** Riff: OK, we'll call that test conclusive. | Flag | ||||
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-- Riff: Right. Riff: OK. Plan B. -- Riff: Delaware, I need inventory on weapons. Torg, grab that hacksaw and one of those kittens. I want to see something. I want everyone else gathering any pooled milk that survived the thirsty kittens. You have five minutes. -- Dart: /*I*/ should be in charge, Acey! Riff just won the vote because /*his*/ friends are still alive and kittens have ripped most of /*my*/ friends into small irregular shapes. Acey: Funny how that worked. Kitten: **mew.** | Flag | ||||
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Mika: *Two hours? We have /two hours?/* Dart: Let's keep it together, people! Delaware, I need inventory on weapons. Let's set up a perimeter! Delaware: We're not playing military anymore. You're not in charge. Dart: Fine! We'll put it to a vote. -- Flaky: Riff. Zoë: Riff. Lucy: Riff. Acey: Riff. Torg: Riff. Bert: Crotch I mean Riff. -- Riff: Ok,... Dart, I need you and everyone who thinks these kittens are fun to play with to set up a perimeter. Everyone else is going into a strategic retreat I like to call /*"Run for your lives!"*/ -- Dart: */Hey!/ Was that a /jab?/* | Flag | ||||
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Zoë: Riff, you fainted, but you're OK. Riff: Acey? The... the clown? Acey: Dead. Zoë: But we're alive and the kittens are docile. It's over. -- Flaky: It is over. For *all* of us. Maybe it's better this way. I'm tired of life. Zoë: What are you talking about Flaky? -- Flaky: Left to our peace, the kittens would be fed and harmless. Then man gets into the mix and we're all dead. You don't see animals playing war games, playing with death and war. That is an uniquely human trait. -- Zoë: Flaky, you're creeping me out. The kittens are harmless, right? Flaky: They need milk every night and night is almost upon us. -- Flaky: In two hours all 18 kittens will "awaken" again and we have no place to hide. Riff: *I did not /faint./* It was low blood sugar or something. | Flag | ||||
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Torg: Milk everywhere! Dart: Well, I guess that neutralizes the kittens. We'll have to hike back to town since the chopper crashed on our wheels, but it's a small price to pay for survival. -- Dart: Oh my God! Look! These scraps of plastic tied together! Torg: What is it? Dart: It /was/ a balloon animal. In fact, this looks to be a *balloon porcupine!* It takes years of discipline to make that. Do you know what this means? -- Dart: Our commander was a real clown the whole time. I've been a fool. -- Torg: Now, now, Dart. I don't think anybody could have seen through so many layers of deception. Dart: And look! Squeaky clown shoes. <SQUEAKY SQUEAKY <musical note>> | Flag | ||||
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Torg: *Stop that evil clown!* Lt. Dart: Now hold on there, mister. That "Clown" is in charge of a group dedicated to saving the world from the Devil's offspring. Whereas you are an official caretaker to the Devil's offspring. So I'd be careful about who you call "evil". --- Jack: **ha-ha-ha!** - He presses a remote control button. <*beep!*> - Torg: He's hanging from a helicopter's rope ladder while laughing maniacally and triggering explosives. Delaware: *The milk-trough surrounding the house!* <*foom!*> <*foom!*> <*foom!*> -- Dart: OK that sounds a little bad-guy-ish. Torg: It'd be OK if he said something witty, but the laughter pegs him. Dart: Agreed. He's a bad-guy. Mika: /*Hey!*/ We're out of milk and *the Evil is on the way!* --- Jack (now in the helicopter): Our remaining milk-supply is safely up here. Survival is up to you, Dart. <**CHUFF CHUFF CHUFF CHUFF**> - Mika: I've got a shot. --- Dart: No, Mika. Not even /*"if"*/. He's got the milk, and the mittens, and the chopper is the only safe way out now. -- Dart: *OK, Commander, what's your deal?* -- Jack: Simple, "Lieutenant". Lead your force and defeat the six kittens, prove you are worthy to remain a fighter for God! Only then we shall rebuild our forces! A free tip, Dart. The five caretakers are the kittens' primary targets. Using them as bait is your key to success. Would you like a mitten or two as well? -- (The kittens stare up at the helicopter) -- (Jack dangles some mittens out of the chopper door) <**CHUFF CHUFF CHUFF**> <Dangle Dangle> -- (Kittens deploy wings) <**POP POP *POP* POP POP POP**> -- Dart: What that's in the sky? Mika: What the hell? -- (The kittens angrily fly towards the helicopter) -- Torg: Wings? They have wings? Zoë (scrambling to get back into the cabin): *Since when do they have wings?* Flaky: The kittens changed when the Devil visited, but I had no idea... -- Jack (removing the pin from a grenade): *We're not kibble yet!* Pilot: *Are too! Are too!* <**CHUFF CHUFF**> -- Dart: **GET INSIDE! EVERYONE!** -- Pilot and Jack: ***YEAAAHHHH!*** (carnage) -- (The helicopter explodes) <****boom!****> | Flag | ||||
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Delaware: The Evil is on the way! This isn't right! Dart told us to hang back until he had the prisoners back under control. So why does Jack have a gun on Dart? Mika: Delaware, keep it down! I'm trying to listen in. -- Delaware: Well, listen quick, Mika. Those last kittens could show any second, and I will /*not*/ be caught on this side of the milk-trough. -- Jack: God told me in a dream that it is my destiny to control the Evil. And he has shown me the way! Thanks to our teamwork we now control the caretakers, the milk, and the mittens! I have proven myself worthy. -- Dart: We kidnapped the caretakers and stole the mittens, but the milk... -- Dart: *My God! You're the one who destroyed the original milk supply!* -- Jack: You don't understand! The kittens themselves /wanted/ to be unleashed! Only we can stop them! Dart (pointing at Flaky): You *wanted* to start these wargames! You tricked us into getting ourselves killed and blamed it on her! -- Dart (furious): *We're supposed to be the goodguys!* Torg (arms folded): You might have gotten fuzzy on that when you started the kidnapping and the stealing. Jack: Gee, now would be a good time for a rope-ladder to drop out of my escape-helicopter. (A rope-ladder drops outside the window) <**philapity**> | Flag | ||||
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<***CRASH!***> Bert: **BAH!** -- Dart: *Everyone in the corner!* Back it up, lady. -- Dart: *Nobody try anything funny.* Jack the Clown: Does that mean no balloon animals? Good work, Lt Dart! -- Dart: Just call me Dart, Jack. /Enough/ of this military charade. /Enough/ of the clown makeup. E-Company is wiped out! In one day those kittens cut our number from eighty to... /How many left are we?/ It's time to contain the Evil again and rebuild the Order. Lucy: /Wait a minute:/ You're not a real clown? (Riff is whistling) Riff: <musical note> -- Jack: Our forces pose as military to avoid questions from prying eyes. My job was to pose as a clown to verbally dissuade anyone from prying deeper. (Behind him, Riff approaches with a gun) Riff (to Torg): shhh! -- (Jack spins round and catches Riff, taking his gun, and getting right in his face) Jack: For example, if the police came by asking questions, what is more disarming or fosters more trust than the delightful smile of a clown? -- (Riff faints) <**Thud!**> Dart (into the radio): The last six kittens are on the way. The milk outside will satisfy them. And we have enough milk inside to last a couple of days until we can bring in a steady supply. Then we just see to it the kittens stay contained as they have been for the last fifty years. -- Jack: Oh I don't think so. *Drop the cell phone, Dart!* And hand me the mittens you've collected to complete my set! Torg and Lucy: Did Riff just faint? | Flag |
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