*The reporter and director are in a film camp. The reporter is doing something to the tape.*
Reporter) (To director) That's it. The tape is now ready to go.
Director) Good. This will be the scoop of the century. We'll be rich!!
Phoebe) (From bushes to Glory) Oh Lord. This had better work.
Hope) (Through) Walkie-talkie) Operation Moldy Kipper is underway! We are in position! How about you?
Glory) We're creeping towards position A. And don't call it Moldy Kipper!!
Hope) Sorry, sorry...
Phoebe) That dip in the sea really did the job for those walkie-talkies didn't it?!
Italics) It sure did!
Hope) We have reached position C!!
Ele) You can practically hear the James Bond music!!
*Pause*
*All look at Italics*
*He is holding a radio. Out of it is coming the distinct sound of 'Mission Impossible.'
Italics) Sorry guys, it was too tempting.
Phoebe) We have reached position A!!
Hope) Ok!!
All) GO GO GO!!!!
*Phoebe runs forward and rugby-tackles the director. What seems like the entire rodent population of Hawaii is streaming out of the bushes and onto the reporter. The tape flies out of his hand. It stays still on the ground for a few seconds before picking its self up and running for cover. There are about 15 mice under and around it carrying it. Ele, Hope and Glory have gone beserk. A cat comes running from a tent. It regrets it. Badly. The camera then starts running after the tape. The director is legging it across the beach. Very wise.*
Phoebe) We've done it!! Lets GO!!
*The whole thing has taken about 3 seconds. Everyone has vanished, leaving the reporter on the ground trying to work out what just happened.*
Italics) We did it! We did it!! I LOVE Hawaii!!!! *Does a strange victory dance* Oh YEAH!!!
Reporter) (To director) That's it. The tape is now ready to go.
Director) Good. This will be the scoop of the century. We'll be rich!!
Phoebe) (From bushes to Glory) Oh Lord. This had better work.
Hope) (Through) Walkie-talkie) Operation Moldy Kipper is underway! We are in position! How about you?
Glory) We're creeping towards position A. And don't call it Moldy Kipper!!
Hope) Sorry, sorry...
Phoebe) That dip in the sea really did the job for those walkie-talkies didn't it?!
Italics) It sure did!
Hope) We have reached position C!!
Ele) You can practically hear the James Bond music!!
*Pause*
*All look at Italics*
*He is holding a radio. Out of it is coming the distinct sound of 'Mission Impossible.'
Italics) Sorry guys, it was too tempting.
Phoebe) We have reached position A!!
Hope) Ok!!
All) GO GO GO!!!!
*Phoebe runs forward and rugby-tackles the director. What seems like the entire rodent population of Hawaii is streaming out of the bushes and onto the reporter. The tape flies out of his hand. It stays still on the ground for a few seconds before picking its self up and running for cover. There are about 15 mice under and around it carrying it. Ele, Hope and Glory have gone beserk. A cat comes running from a tent. It regrets it. Badly. The camera then starts running after the tape. The director is legging it across the beach. Very wise.*
Phoebe) We've done it!! Lets GO!!
*The whole thing has taken about 3 seconds. Everyone has vanished, leaving the reporter on the ground trying to work out what just happened.*
Italics) We did it! We did it!! I LOVE Hawaii!!!! *Does a strange victory dance* Oh YEAH!!!
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