(ESTABLISHING SHOT: The Middleton Mall)
(Cut to the interior, outside a store called "KIRBY COMICS")
(Cut to the interior, RON stands at the counter, talking to a girl with a SPIDER-GIRL T-Shirt, the MANAGER)
MANAGER: Okay, mister Stoppable, why do you want to work at Kirby Comics?
RON: Well, you know, I love comics. Always have.
MANAGER: Do you collect comics?
RON: No, but I do know people who collect them. I know one girl who has Amish Man issue #1.
MANAGER: Okay, I guess that can count for something, but you still have to answer a few questions.
(The MANAGER pulls out a clip board)
MANAGER: Everyone has to answer this one before we go any further: come up with a convincing death for Superman.
RON: What?
MANAGER: Come up with a convincing death for Superman.
(RON thinks)
RON: Lemon squares laced with kryptonite!
MANAGER: Come again?
RON: Lex Luther bakes a tray of lemon squares laced with kryptonite and gives them to Superman. He's not going to be suspicious of a desert, right?
MANAGER: Maybe not of the desert itself, but he sure would be suspicious about the desert coming from Luther.
RON: So he has some lackey bring them for him. You know, hire some lady to pretend to be Superman's new next-door neighbor. She brings him a tray of lemon squares, he eats them, dies and Luther takes over the world. It saves him a lot of energy and effort.
MANAGER: I don't think so. Superman's not stupid, you know. I'm afraid you're not Kirby material.
RON: Okay... want to go out for nacos sometime?
MANAGER: I couldn't go out with someone who comes up with such a lame death for Superman.
RON: Fair enough... I'll take the latest issue of MAD.
(The MANAGER pulls said magazine off a shelf)
(Cut to KIM, walking out of "ZAO DIAMODS")
KIM: No, no, I gotcha. I understand.
(KIM turns around)
KIM: Strike five.
(RON approaches, holding MAD and talking to RUFUS)
RON: I don't know, Rufus, I thought that was a pretty good idea. Lemon squares, no one would be suspicious of Lemon Squares, right?
RUFUS: Huh. shrugs
KIM: Lemon squares?
RON: Death of Superman concept. How's the jewelry job go?
KIM: No dice. I'm going to go give Slipped Disc a shot.
RON: Gravy. I'll come with. Love the music biz.
KIM: You know you won't be able to listen to music all day.
RON: Not when the boss is looking, you mean.
KIM: ugh
(They walk off)
(Cut to a Florida Bank)
(Cut to the interior, CHRISTIE walks in, holding a check)
CHRISTIE: Eh, unemployment won't be so bad. I won't have to get up early any more.
(CHRISTIE walks up to the counter and hands the check to the CLERK)
CHRISTIE: I'd like this in cash.
(The CLERK turns around and goes back. A pause, she returns a moment later and hands some money to CHRISTIE)
CHRISTIE: Forty two bucks? That's it?
CLERK: That's it.
CHRISTIE: You can't buy anything with forty two bucks.
CLERK: I just cashed the check and that's how much it was worth.
CHRISTIE: Come on, just a few dollars more?
CLERK: Can't do that, sorry.
CHRISTIE: Come on, just one or two bucks more. There's a new DVD I need to get.
CLERK: No, now go away, I have other costumers.
CHRISTIE: Fine.
(CHRISTIE takes out her watch. The CLERK goes into a daze)
CHRISTIE: Now listen to me: I need two dollars, and you will give me two dollars.
(The CLERK reaches into her wallet and pulls out two bucks. She hands it to CHRISTIE)
CHRISTIE: (To CLERK) There, was that so hard? (A beat) While you're at it, get me two hundred dollars from the safe.
(The CLERK walks off. A short pause, the CLERK returns with a stack of bills and hands them to CHRISTIE. CHRISTIE smiles)
CHRISTIE: Not so hard at all.
(Cut to the interior, outside a store called "KIRBY COMICS")
(Cut to the interior, RON stands at the counter, talking to a girl with a SPIDER-GIRL T-Shirt, the MANAGER)
MANAGER: Okay, mister Stoppable, why do you want to work at Kirby Comics?
RON: Well, you know, I love comics. Always have.
MANAGER: Do you collect comics?
RON: No, but I do know people who collect them. I know one girl who has Amish Man issue #1.
MANAGER: Okay, I guess that can count for something, but you still have to answer a few questions.
(The MANAGER pulls out a clip board)
MANAGER: Everyone has to answer this one before we go any further: come up with a convincing death for Superman.
RON: What?
MANAGER: Come up with a convincing death for Superman.
(RON thinks)
RON: Lemon squares laced with kryptonite!
MANAGER: Come again?
RON: Lex Luther bakes a tray of lemon squares laced with kryptonite and gives them to Superman. He's not going to be suspicious of a desert, right?
MANAGER: Maybe not of the desert itself, but he sure would be suspicious about the desert coming from Luther.
RON: So he has some lackey bring them for him. You know, hire some lady to pretend to be Superman's new next-door neighbor. She brings him a tray of lemon squares, he eats them, dies and Luther takes over the world. It saves him a lot of energy and effort.
MANAGER: I don't think so. Superman's not stupid, you know. I'm afraid you're not Kirby material.
RON: Okay... want to go out for nacos sometime?
MANAGER: I couldn't go out with someone who comes up with such a lame death for Superman.
RON: Fair enough... I'll take the latest issue of MAD.
(The MANAGER pulls said magazine off a shelf)
(Cut to KIM, walking out of "ZAO DIAMODS")
KIM: No, no, I gotcha. I understand.
(KIM turns around)
KIM: Strike five.
(RON approaches, holding MAD and talking to RUFUS)
RON: I don't know, Rufus, I thought that was a pretty good idea. Lemon squares, no one would be suspicious of Lemon Squares, right?
RUFUS: Huh. shrugs
KIM: Lemon squares?
RON: Death of Superman concept. How's the jewelry job go?
KIM: No dice. I'm going to go give Slipped Disc a shot.
RON: Gravy. I'll come with. Love the music biz.
KIM: You know you won't be able to listen to music all day.
RON: Not when the boss is looking, you mean.
KIM: ugh
(They walk off)
(Cut to a Florida Bank)
(Cut to the interior, CHRISTIE walks in, holding a check)
CHRISTIE: Eh, unemployment won't be so bad. I won't have to get up early any more.
(CHRISTIE walks up to the counter and hands the check to the CLERK)
CHRISTIE: I'd like this in cash.
(The CLERK turns around and goes back. A pause, she returns a moment later and hands some money to CHRISTIE)
CHRISTIE: Forty two bucks? That's it?
CLERK: That's it.
CHRISTIE: You can't buy anything with forty two bucks.
CLERK: I just cashed the check and that's how much it was worth.
CHRISTIE: Come on, just a few dollars more?
CLERK: Can't do that, sorry.
CHRISTIE: Come on, just one or two bucks more. There's a new DVD I need to get.
CLERK: No, now go away, I have other costumers.
CHRISTIE: Fine.
(CHRISTIE takes out her watch. The CLERK goes into a daze)
CHRISTIE: Now listen to me: I need two dollars, and you will give me two dollars.
(The CLERK reaches into her wallet and pulls out two bucks. She hands it to CHRISTIE)
CHRISTIE: (To CLERK) There, was that so hard? (A beat) While you're at it, get me two hundred dollars from the safe.
(The CLERK walks off. A short pause, the CLERK returns with a stack of bills and hands them to CHRISTIE. CHRISTIE smiles)
CHRISTIE: Not so hard at all.