(We return to our Pink Eye Pete The Storyteller. He is walking
on the grassfield near the Middle School.)
Pink Eye Pete: Different realities produce different tales. Indeed they are filled with the bizarre and the horrific, frightening shadows to our own simple world. I made it a vow to myself to tell you these stories and have told them to your courteous ears. Alas as it is time for them to end, maybe fate will be gracious enough to tell me more of these different stories from the many realities of our universe, to think that this one is a mere grain to the sandbox that is the galaxy. Let us not forget-
(Pink Eye Pete stops walking as he notices P.A, Nicky, Milo, Stuart and Dieter in his way. They glower at him menacingly.)
Pink Eye Pete: Hey, what's up with you guys?
Pepper Ann: I knew something was up with you stalking about and skipping classes; you've been making up weird stories again!
Nicky: And with us as the oblivious prtagonists!
Stuart: What kind of sick game are you playing at anyway?
Pink Eye Pete: Aw, come on. Don't you guys appreciate my creative plots from my artistic mind?
Milo: Don't you dare try to pass those disturbing myths of darkness as some Mona Lisa buddy!
(Pink Eye Pete takes a step back.)
Pink Eye Pete: You people are making a big deal out of nothing.
Pepper Ann: I say we cover him in honey and toss him in Vera's yard, the one with all the anthills.
(P.A and co. advance on him. Pink Eye Pete then produces a toy axe from nowhere.)
Pink Eye Pete: Hey, I got an axe hand you know! Back!
(P.A et all then give chase to Pink Eye Pete.)
Dieter (off camera) : Can I have the honey when your done Pepper Ann?
(We cut to night time. Pink Eye Pete is walking down a street covered in glistening honey and black specks. Red splothces are over him from all the ant bites. He itches his arms and tries to brush off the remaining ants from his clothes. He gives an angry sneer.)
Pink Eye Pete (bitter!) : Bah! Philistines!
(He snarls and walks away into the night.)
Pink Eye Pete: Different realities produce different tales. Indeed they are filled with the bizarre and the horrific, frightening shadows to our own simple world. I made it a vow to myself to tell you these stories and have told them to your courteous ears. Alas as it is time for them to end, maybe fate will be gracious enough to tell me more of these different stories from the many realities of our universe, to think that this one is a mere grain to the sandbox that is the galaxy. Let us not forget-
(Pink Eye Pete stops walking as he notices P.A, Nicky, Milo, Stuart and Dieter in his way. They glower at him menacingly.)
Pink Eye Pete: Hey, what's up with you guys?
Pepper Ann: I knew something was up with you stalking about and skipping classes; you've been making up weird stories again!
Nicky: And with us as the oblivious prtagonists!
Stuart: What kind of sick game are you playing at anyway?
Pink Eye Pete: Aw, come on. Don't you guys appreciate my creative plots from my artistic mind?
Milo: Don't you dare try to pass those disturbing myths of darkness as some Mona Lisa buddy!
(Pink Eye Pete takes a step back.)
Pink Eye Pete: You people are making a big deal out of nothing.
Pepper Ann: I say we cover him in honey and toss him in Vera's yard, the one with all the anthills.
(P.A and co. advance on him. Pink Eye Pete then produces a toy axe from nowhere.)
Pink Eye Pete: Hey, I got an axe hand you know! Back!
(P.A et all then give chase to Pink Eye Pete.)
Dieter (off camera) : Can I have the honey when your done Pepper Ann?
(We cut to night time. Pink Eye Pete is walking down a street covered in glistening honey and black specks. Red splothces are over him from all the ant bites. He itches his arms and tries to brush off the remaining ants from his clothes. He gives an angry sneer.)
Pink Eye Pete (bitter!) : Bah! Philistines!
(He snarls and walks away into the night.)