bHappy Halloween, Mr. Bean! CHAPTER ONE: Hear No Evil, Speak No Evil, Very Evil/b
BRITAIN, NEXT TO BIG BEN, NIGHT: The famous British guy from TV, Mr. Bean, is walking, not watching where he's going when he bumps into a scary looking guy from America.
/b 'Ello, there, ol' chap! I apologize, I wasn't watching where I was going. So, what's with your outfit?
(No response)
/b Who are ya supposed to be anyway, Casper??
(No response)
/b Say, you're whiter than Her Majesty's hair, I must say! It must really be cold out here. Come on, take off that mask so I can se your real face.
(Bean attempts to pull off the man's whiter-than-a-ghost mask, until the man gets out his knife and slashes off Bean's sleeves. Bean is scared to death.)
/b I shall notify the police! Constable?? Constable??
(Some wealthy British guy walks by and hears Bean's cry for help.)
bBRITISH GUY:/b Be there a problem, good sir?
/b Yes, thank you. This knife-wielding maiac almost killed me. It would be an honour for you to notify the Constable about this.....this......American.
(The Constable, a British cop, comes by and cuffs the maniac.)
/b This masked man looks oddly familiar to me, but I cannot identify him. Rumour has it that this man might be that sick beast that killed a bloody lot of people in America. I'll get a DNA sample when I take him to the station.
/b Oh, thank you, Constable!
/b Just doing me job, good sir.
(Michael Myers eats through the handcuffs and kills the Constable, and runs away fast.)
/b Some gentleman will catch that bloody maniac, even if we have to call Scotland Yard.........
BRITAIN, NEXT TO BIG BEN, NIGHT: The famous British guy from TV, Mr. Bean, is walking, not watching where he's going when he bumps into a scary looking guy from America.
/b 'Ello, there, ol' chap! I apologize, I wasn't watching where I was going. So, what's with your outfit?
(No response)
/b Who are ya supposed to be anyway, Casper??
(No response)
/b Say, you're whiter than Her Majesty's hair, I must say! It must really be cold out here. Come on, take off that mask so I can se your real face.
(Bean attempts to pull off the man's whiter-than-a-ghost mask, until the man gets out his knife and slashes off Bean's sleeves. Bean is scared to death.)
/b I shall notify the police! Constable?? Constable??
(Some wealthy British guy walks by and hears Bean's cry for help.)
bBRITISH GUY:/b Be there a problem, good sir?
/b Yes, thank you. This knife-wielding maiac almost killed me. It would be an honour for you to notify the Constable about this.....this......American.
(The Constable, a British cop, comes by and cuffs the maniac.)
/b This masked man looks oddly familiar to me, but I cannot identify him. Rumour has it that this man might be that sick beast that killed a bloody lot of people in America. I'll get a DNA sample when I take him to the station.
/b Oh, thank you, Constable!
/b Just doing me job, good sir.
(Michael Myers eats through the handcuffs and kills the Constable, and runs away fast.)
/b Some gentleman will catch that bloody maniac, even if we have to call Scotland Yard.........