(Section 15)
-Back inside Possum Lodge. Red is sitting at Harold's giant TV in his secret stronghold-
R: Ya know, this Xbox isn't too bad.
BEEP
R: Oh, it's five o'clock. Time for the news.
-Red switches the channel to the local news station. The newscaster's face is hidden beneath his notes-
Caster: …and it was the last time he ever said porpoise and African Aardvark Mating dance in the same sentence ever again. In current news, Harold Green, the dashingly handsome and debonair master criminal escaped from his bonds en route to prison earlier this morning and is still at large. It is believed that he is heading South, most likely Costa Rica, and is most definitely not going anywhere near Possum Lodge to seek revenge.
-The newscaster sneezes and drops the notes to reveal Harold sitting there. He reaches below the desk and puts on a pair of Groucho glasses-
H: This is most definitely not Harold Green signing off.
R: Oh shit. I'm in trouble now.
KNOCK KNOCK
R: How did he get here so fast?
-Red goes to answer the door with rubber chicken in hand. He opens the door fast and swings. He hits empty air. A voice from down low calls up to him-
G: Down here.
R: Huh? Who are you?
G: I'm Gary Coleman. I'm here to see Fred Jones.
R: You're too late. He's already left.
G: Ah damn. Now I'll have to go back to demeaning security post.
R: Demeaning? Say, Gary, would you by any chance want a job as director of a television show receiving scores of physical and mental torment?
G: I was a child star on NBC back in the seventies.
R: You may be overqualified. Come on in.
-Back inside Possum Lodge. Red is sitting at Harold's giant TV in his secret stronghold-
R: Ya know, this Xbox isn't too bad.
BEEP
R: Oh, it's five o'clock. Time for the news.
-Red switches the channel to the local news station. The newscaster's face is hidden beneath his notes-
Caster: …and it was the last time he ever said porpoise and African Aardvark Mating dance in the same sentence ever again. In current news, Harold Green, the dashingly handsome and debonair master criminal escaped from his bonds en route to prison earlier this morning and is still at large. It is believed that he is heading South, most likely Costa Rica, and is most definitely not going anywhere near Possum Lodge to seek revenge.
-The newscaster sneezes and drops the notes to reveal Harold sitting there. He reaches below the desk and puts on a pair of Groucho glasses-
H: This is most definitely not Harold Green signing off.
R: Oh shit. I'm in trouble now.
KNOCK KNOCK
R: How did he get here so fast?
-Red goes to answer the door with rubber chicken in hand. He opens the door fast and swings. He hits empty air. A voice from down low calls up to him-
G: Down here.
R: Huh? Who are you?
G: I'm Gary Coleman. I'm here to see Fred Jones.
R: You're too late. He's already left.
G: Ah damn. Now I'll have to go back to demeaning security post.
R: Demeaning? Say, Gary, would you by any chance want a job as director of a television show receiving scores of physical and mental torment?
G: I was a child star on NBC back in the seventies.
R: You may be overqualified. Come on in.