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[FADE IN on a panorama of a set which looks like a moonscape with erupting volcanoes and an orange sky. Black muppets are hiding in craters, a few of which are giving off steam, and tumbleweeds and other odd objects fly across the surface while funky, tuneless music plays.]
Don Pardo: Come with us now, from the bubbling tar pits to the sulfurous wastelands, from the rotting forests to the stagnant northlands, to the
[FADE to Ploobis, a fat, green lizard with Viking horns, who is guzzling liquor out of a bottle. He slurps for a few seconds, then sets the bottle down.]
Ploobis: [drunkenly singing] I’m retired, and Iwant to go to bed...
Peuta: [shrieking] PLOOBIS!!! PLOOBIS!!
[ENTER Peuta, his elderly wife, who has her blue hair rolled up in curlers.]
Ploobis: Uhhh... I just changed my mind on that.
Peuta: Come to bed!!
Ploobis: [slurring] Don’t tell me what to do!
Peuta: You’re still drunk!
Ploobis: And you’re still ugly. We’re even.
[Peuta hummphs and walks away. Ploobis waves bye-bye to her.]
Ploobis: Uh, yeah, uhhhhhhhhh, we’re even, ehhhhhhhh, um.
[ENTER Scred, a smaller, gray, warty lizard, carrying a lump of ice in his hands and singing unintelligbly.]
Scred: Hiya, hiya, Chief. I got the ice and the beer nuts, but they’re all out of lampshades.
Ploobis: Listen, Scred. Have a drink. I hate to drink alone.
Scred: Oh, nup, nup, nup, I’m seeing double already.
Ploobis: Well, then, both of you have a drink.
Scred: Aaaaaaagh!
[He grabs Scred, pulls him over, opens his mouth, and pours booze down his throat.]
Ploobis: There you go. That, that’s drinking like a man, friend.
[Scred gurgles and coughs]
Ploobis: Drunk like a man.
Scred: Naw, you forgot what planet you’re on! That’s drinking like a Snirch! He, he, he, he....
Ploobis: Oh, yeah, I forget how them Snirches drink.
[Scred tries to pull away, but his ragged sleeve catches on one of Ploobis’s rings.]
Ploobis: You’re caught on me there, Scred!
Scred: Aaaaaagh!
Ploobis: Let go of me, aaagrrgh...
[Scred manages to untangle himself.]
Scred: You know, you shouldn’t drink, though. Yeah, you should just lay offa that stuff!
Ploobis: [points to bottle] All right. You’re fired! You get that, he got laid off the stuff! You, you see that? Heh, heh, heh!
[They laugh while Ploobis has another blast.]
Ploobis: Ehhhh, Scred.
Scred: Hmm?
Ploobis: Scred.
Scred: Yeah?
Ploobis: You know why I drink?
Scred: No.
Ploobis: It’s because I hate myself.
Scred: Oh. That explains why I drink! I hate you too!
[Ploobis throws the bottle at Scred, but misses. The bottle goes klunk on the ground.]
Scred: Actually, actually, I’m only kidding. You’re my very favorite.
Ploobis: Yeahh?
Scred: Yeah. I just love bloated green things.
[Ploobis grabs Scred by the collar.]
Ploobis: I like you too, see, Scred. I like, I like the way your neck and my hand are a perfect fit.
[chokes Scred]
Scred: How convenient!
Ploobis: Wait a minute, Scred. Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
Scred: What?
Ploobis: Why don’t--why don’t--why don’t--listen, why don’t--why--why don’t--why don’t we go see The Mighty Flavog?
Scred: Oh, no! I got a better idea?
Ploobis: What’s that?
Scred: Yeah. Why don’t we go see The Mighty Flavog?
Ploobis: That’s a good idea! Let’s do that! Come on, let’s go.
[Ploobis and Scred start off to the right.]
Ploobis: Nope--it’s not that way. It’s the other way.
Scred: Over here.
[They walk off to the left and come to a kind of granite, Egyptian statue with an old man’s face carved into it.]
[sound effect of a gong]
Mighty Favog: This is The Mighty Favog.
Ploobis: That is The Mighty Flavog.
Scred: Yeah, sure is! He, he, he!! Hey, Mighty Favog! Me and my little dog Toto here want to go back to
[Laughter]
Mighty Favog: [tonelessly] You guys been hittin’ the sauce again.
Ploobis: Listen, uh--
Scred: No, just had a couple of drinks.
Ploobis: Yeah, yeah, lighten it up there, stoneface!
Scred: Stoneface! Stoneface! Yeah, he’s got a face that could stop a clock!
Mighty Favog: Stoneface?! Thou shalt not take the face of the Lord thy God in vain!
[There is a sound effect of thunderclap, while a lurid gray smoke cloud appears in the sky. Ploobis and Scred tremble in fear.]
Mighty Favog: Heh. The mighty Oz has spoken.
[Sound effect of a gong, then ZOOM in on Favog nodding his head. Play funky music, then FADE to black.]
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