MOUSE
(To audience) Whew is it hot today! I wonder what I could do to go cool off? Humm. Jump in a hot tub? No. That would not cool me off. Go sunbathing? No. That would be hot, too. I know! I could become a surfer dude and say things like: ÒYo, dawg!Ó I just get on my magic board like this, I lie on my stomach and paddle, paddle, paddle, then jump to my feet and ride! Weeee-hooo! Paddle, paddle, paddle, ri-ide! Go surf Weasel!
SHARK
(To audience) Good heavens, where could a famished individual find a tasty tapa in the vicinity? (Looks around) Humm, humm. (Sees Mouse) Ahh! It looks like a fine plate of seal tartare! How lovely. (He bites Mouse's leg.)
MOUSE
OWW! A landlord! (He punches shark in the nose.)
SHARK
Ouch! Yuck! How distasteful! A corruption of the palate! (Spitting) Pitou!
MOUSE
What up cavefish?
SHARK
Terribly sorry. From below you looked like a gourmet seal treat. I don't really like to eat people, or mice. Terrible texture.
MOUSE
(Sorry to get so aggro dawg, but I didn't know there were men in gray suits here. Gnarly!
SHARK
(Rubbing his nose) Well, no harm done I suppose, let's not let it spoil our afternoon.
SHARK
Righteous. Check it, I'm noodled, let's go get some grinddage!
SHARK
Capital idea. Bon appetite!
MOUSE
Chaa!
They leave together.