YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE – Scene 4
Copper hit the ground with a THUD. For a few moments he was still. After his curiosity got the best of him, he looked up. Two figures stood over him.
Booker: Erm, hey buddy!
Rover: You finally made it.
Copper let out a groan of despair.
Copper: The two people I hate most in the world are the ones I get stuck with to save my life.
Rover: Cheer up. Look on the bright side!
Copper: Which would be?
Rover: Well, uh, I'm not sure, but if you look on it, maybe you'll find out!
Copper: Right, OK, whatever. Let's get moving – we have to use every second with caution.
WOOSH! "Augh!" WOOSH!
Copper feels a sudden breeze all around him as a scream passes through his ears. Rover is gone.
Booker: Uh… Uh… Rover? Rover? ROVER, WHERE ARE-
Copper silences Booker, looking around with caution.
Copper: I don't know what that thing was, but we'd better get somewhere safe.
Booker: Like where?
Copper: How about we visit a good friend of mine… Blathers!
Booker: Gasp! No, not that freak! I refuse!
Copper: Oh, Booker… he never did anything to you.
Booker: That owl can put anyone to sleep in an instant! He's so… so… boring!
Copper: Booker, we must respect other's interests. Let's get moving, we have to get outta here.
WOOSH! "Crap! It's got me!" WOOSH!
Suddenly Copper feels the familiar rush of air, and Booker disappears.
Copper: Booker! Booker! Oh, no! It's got him, too… whatever it is!
Copper races to the museum as fast as he can. However, he soon realizes that he doesn't know where it is, and gets lost in the wooded area.
"I should have known I would do this," he thinks to himself, wandering among the endless trees. As he walks, he gets a funny feeling that he is being followed. He keeps walking, but occasionally looks over his shoulder. Bushes rustle behind him. Whatever is following him clearly does not wish to be seen.
Copper: I know you're there! You can't hide from me!
Copper keeps walking, and the thing keeps following. Finally he stops and spins around. A bush moves to his left. He runs and jumps on the bush, grabbing hold of whatever has been following him.
Copper: Got you, fool! What now!
The figure struggles out of Copper's grasp but does not run away. Instead, it stands up and speaks.
Gulliver: It's only me! A little practical joke, dontcha see? All good fun, yeah? Oh, you shoulda seen the LOOK on your face! Pure terror! Ahhahahahahahahahhaaaa!
Once again Gulliver pulls a practical joke on Copper, one of his favorite things to do. Copper sighs and takes a deep breath. Too much is happening at once!