SCENE 6
(The dangerously balanced tree house is shown with the man, Jonathan Nesborth, inside. He moves and the whole thing collapses.)
Jonathan: Crap.
(He attempts to pull it back up into the tree to no avail. Then, he sees the Headless Horseman coming out from the woods.)
Jonathan: Hi there!
(The Headless Horseman rides up to him and chops off his head.)
(Next morning. Ichabod is talking to the stable owner.)
Stable Owner: This horse is called Gunpowder.
Ichabod: (snickering) Nice name.
Stable Owner: You can ride him.
Ichabod: Why can't I have a big black horse?
Stable Owner: Because I said so.
Random Man: Murder! The Headless Horseman has struck again!
(The Stable Owner jumps onto his horse and rides away. Ichabod attempts to jump up three times, fails miserably and runs instead.)
Ichabod: Stupid bloody horse.
(The dangerously balanced treehouse is on the ground, surrounding the headless body of Jonathan Nesborth.)
Ichabod: AIIEEEE! HE'S DEAD!
Baltus: You don't say. So, constable, let's see what you can do.
Ichabod: Oh. Right. Let me see...
(He fiddles around with some chemicals, finding out what he can. Then, he straps a pair of ski goggles on and looks closely at the neck. A beetle crawls out.)
Ichabod: I think I'm gonna be sick.
Doctor: Please don't be. I faint at the sight of blood. (At a look from everyone) And...vomit.
Baltus: What did you find out?
Ichabod: Erm...someone chopped his head off?
Magistrate: I think we can see that for ourselves.
Ichabod: Well...the sword looked very hot. The wound hasn't bled at all.
(Everyone looks thoughtful)
Magistrate: I get it! It's...the Devil's Fire!
(Creepy Music plays. MUAHAHAHAHA sounds.)
Ichabod: Seriously. You have to stop that. It sucks.