Thursday:
A light thundershower rumbles low over the shop. Inside the office Paul Sr. is rubbing his eyes with his left thumb and forefinger. Mikey is chasing two aspirin with a swig of Jolt cola.
Mikey-- I'm still puzzled over what happened yesterday. I mean one minute I'm here. The next I'm waking up this morning with a massive hangover. I'm still trying to figure out how I drove myself home.
Paul Sr.-- I don't know what the hell happened, but it couldn't have happened at a worst time. The client's coming tomorrow and its times like these we need to be on the ball.
Down on the shop floor Paul Jr. and Vinnie are still throwing off sleep's vestiges. Vinnie blinks trying to adjust to the shop's fluorescent lighting. Paul Jr. stretches like a runner right before a marathon.
Paul Jr.: So who was that yesterday?
Vinnie: Friend of my father's.
Paul Jr.: The David Copperfield act, that normal?
Vinnie: No, and the mugwort sleeping powder is a new thing too.
Paul Sr. grouchy as ever emerges from the office.
Paul Sr.: Hey Chowderhead get to work!
Paul Jr.-- Yesterday we got behind on this project. I want to get a good start on some of elements that will make this bike stand out when it's flying down the streets of London.
Vinnie-- We suffered a set back thanks to Lucius, but I highly doubt the client will care to hear our sob story tomorrow.
Mikey emerges from the office with a stack of out-going mail. Paul Jr. is crafting the dragon's mouth headlight mount. Vinnie is fabricating the broomstick down-tubes. Mikey returns a few minutes later.
Mikey: Hey Vin how's the little tyke?
Vinnie: Doing better thanks.
Cody brings in the tank that was decided on the previous day.
Paul Jr.: Thanks Code.
Vinnie: You're going with the fat one?
Paul Jr.: What no good?
Vinnie: No it's a different look than what I thought you were going for.
Paul Jr. puts the tank on the neck of the frame.
Vinnie-- Paulie and Cody chose a tank that I think is a little too large for this project. But I'll digress and wait to see what the client thinks.
Vinnie works on the cauldron housing while Paul Jr. begins working on the front fender.
Paul Jr.-- I'm taking the dragon from the headlight and extending it forward encompassing the entirety of the fender.
Vinnie sets the down-tubes in their place. Paul Jr. fits the headlight cover between the down-tubes.
While Vinnie is fitting the cauldron speedometer housing, Paul Jr. is bolting the fender over the wheel.
The shot moves to one of the clock on the wall. It says 5:30
Paul Jr.: (offscreen) Vinnie it's quitting time!
Friday:
The sun beams down on the shop, reflecting off of puddles on the drive. Inside Paul Jr. and Vinnie are straightening up the work area around the lift. Cody passes by with broom in hand. He catches Paul Jr.'s attention.
Paul Jr.: Cody why isn't Mike doing that?
Cody shrugs his shoulders. Paul Jr. returns to what he was doing.
Paul Sr.-- With the client coming in today, I want the shop looking nice, you know. Make it seem at least like he's dealing with professionals.
Paul Jr.: Hey Pops where's Mike?
Paul Sr.: He's getting doughnuts or some (expletive deleted) like that.
Paul Jr.-- With my father so obsessed with the client coming in today, it seems to me at least that Mikey should be here cleaning.
A loud buzz announces the arrival of someone. As everyone looks wide-eyed toward the door, they realize it can only be the client.
Paul Sr.: Somebody get the (expletive deleted) door!
Paul Jr. assumes the role of somebody. In walks a thin man with dark hair dressed in black button down shirt and slacks with same colored boots in the skin of some unidentified reptile.
Paul Jr.: Mr. Black welcome to our humble shop. Right this way.
Sirius Black (English accent): Just Sirius thank you.
Sirius Black-- I was impressed by their attentiveness. It's been a while since that amount of attention has been lavished on me. Of course this time I get to enjoy it.
Paul Jr. and Sirius make their way to the lift. Vinnie and Paul Sr. stand by the lift. Cody leans on his broom in the background.
Sirius Black: I like the dragon here. This is like the ones I've seen in books.
He looks over the rest of the bike. He glances at Vinnie as though he looks like someone he doesn't like.
Sirius Black-- I like Paul Jr.'s attention to detail. This is more than I could've asked for.
Sirius takes out a green datebook.
Sirius Black: So when can I expect to see the finished product?
Paul Sr.: A month if numb nuts here can finish.
Sirius Black: That doesn't seem to be a problem. Will you be exhibiting at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame show? Just wondering if it's a bit forward to ask if I can pick it up there.
Paul Sr.: Cleveland's a good crowd. We'll be there.
Sirius starts to write in his datebook. Before he can finish the mic guy trips into the cameraman who bumps into Paul Jr. He falls into Vinnie who in turn tumbles into both Sirius and Paul Sr. His plunge is the catalyst for Cody's nose dive towards the floor. Before that can happen, the plummeting mass of Humanity disappears. The second camera crew catches this on tape. A few minutes later Mikey walks in with doughnuts.
Mikey: Paulie, Vinnie, Dad?
At this minute, Christian walks in.
Mikey: Christian you seen Paulie, Vinnie, or my father?
Christian: Sorry Mike I've been looking for Cody.
Mikey: Thanks, hey doughnut?
Christian: Sure ooh, lemon triangle.
Mikey-- When Christian took the lemon triangle thingy, I was relieved. I mean these were the last dozen doughnuts at the bakery and nether Paulie Vinnie, my Father or I eat the lemon ones.
Mikey takes his doughnuts up to the office.
