Lee Glover
09-06-2004, 12:44 PM
(In the opening scene, Crawford Crow is walking toward Fauntleroy Fox's home, and proceeds to ring the doorbell. We now see Fauntleroy in his home, sitting down on a chair and reading a newspaper. He hears the doorbell).
Fox: Hmm. I wonder who can that be?
(He looks through the window, and sees Crawford)
Fox: Oh, it's that chiselling crow again! No doubt he's trying to sell me something! Well, this time, I'm going to ignore him!
(He continues to read his paper. Crawford rings the bell several times, but Fauntleroy still ignores him)
Fox (talking to himself): That's it, Fauntleroy! Pretend he's not there!
(Crawford is now banging on the door)
Crow: C'mon, Foxie! Open up! I know yer still in dere!
(Fauntleroy is started to become irritated)
Fox: Why you...no, I'm still not going to take any notice of him!
(Crawford lights up a stick of dynamite and leaves it in front of the door. We now return to Fauntleroy)
Fox: Ahh, at last. The sound of silence.
(A loud explosion can be heard, and large chunks of the front door comes flying into the room. The explosion causes Fauntleroy to fall off his chair)
Fox: What was that?
(He comes running to the front entrance, where he sees Crawford)
Crow: Hiya, chum!
Fox: Oh my gosh! What have you done to my door?
Crow: Well, ya won't believe this, but when I knocked on yer door, it...er...spontaneously combusted!
Fox: I'll spontaneously combust you, you no-good vandal!
Crow: Uh, oh! Better run!
(Fauntleroy starts chasing him, but as soon as he leaves the house, we can see that Fauntleroy is overweight! He starts puffing after the first few yards, and before he can reach the front gate, he collapses, and eventually rollls onto his back, revealing his large stomach)
Crow: Wow, Foxie! Ya let yerself go a bit, haven't ya?
(Fauntleroy struggles to catch his breath)
Crow: Oh man, ya need to get yerself fit. Get yerself a slim figure, like yer's truly. What ya need is a fitness instructor.
(Crwaford walks away)
Fox: But where can I find a fitness instructor?
(Crawford, out of view, throws a Yellow Pages book towards him, which bounces on Fauntleroy's stomach. He grabs the book, and opens to an advert, crudely glued onto the page, with the glue seeping out of it. The ad shows a picture of Crawford with the words "C. Crow, Fitness Instructor. Call 555-SUCKER")
Fox: Hmm. I wonder if he can make me slim again?
TO BE CONTINUED
Fox: Hmm. I wonder who can that be?
(He looks through the window, and sees Crawford)
Fox: Oh, it's that chiselling crow again! No doubt he's trying to sell me something! Well, this time, I'm going to ignore him!
(He continues to read his paper. Crawford rings the bell several times, but Fauntleroy still ignores him)
Fox (talking to himself): That's it, Fauntleroy! Pretend he's not there!
(Crawford is now banging on the door)
Crow: C'mon, Foxie! Open up! I know yer still in dere!
(Fauntleroy is started to become irritated)
Fox: Why you...no, I'm still not going to take any notice of him!
(Crawford lights up a stick of dynamite and leaves it in front of the door. We now return to Fauntleroy)
Fox: Ahh, at last. The sound of silence.
(A loud explosion can be heard, and large chunks of the front door comes flying into the room. The explosion causes Fauntleroy to fall off his chair)
Fox: What was that?
(He comes running to the front entrance, where he sees Crawford)
Crow: Hiya, chum!
Fox: Oh my gosh! What have you done to my door?
Crow: Well, ya won't believe this, but when I knocked on yer door, it...er...spontaneously combusted!
Fox: I'll spontaneously combust you, you no-good vandal!
Crow: Uh, oh! Better run!
(Fauntleroy starts chasing him, but as soon as he leaves the house, we can see that Fauntleroy is overweight! He starts puffing after the first few yards, and before he can reach the front gate, he collapses, and eventually rollls onto his back, revealing his large stomach)
Crow: Wow, Foxie! Ya let yerself go a bit, haven't ya?
(Fauntleroy struggles to catch his breath)
Crow: Oh man, ya need to get yerself fit. Get yerself a slim figure, like yer's truly. What ya need is a fitness instructor.
(Crwaford walks away)
Fox: But where can I find a fitness instructor?
(Crawford, out of view, throws a Yellow Pages book towards him, which bounces on Fauntleroy's stomach. He grabs the book, and opens to an advert, crudely glued onto the page, with the glue seeping out of it. The ad shows a picture of Crawford with the words "C. Crow, Fitness Instructor. Call 555-SUCKER")
Fox: Hmm. I wonder if he can make me slim again?
TO BE CONTINUED