Hello! I got the stuff if you got the stuff.
The parks department, sans Tom, sits together in the back of a small, dark, theatre. They make conversation as they wait for the show to begin.
Ann turns to her right and addresses Leslie "How did you get Ron to come anywhere near here?"
Flashback
Leslie walks anxiously into Ron's office. He is doing paperwork.
"Hey, Ron"
"Leslie"
"If you come to Tom's play tonight, I will let you keep one of your rifles loaded." Leslie blurts out, pointing to a group of hunting rifles in the corner.
Ron's eyes light up.
End of Flashback
"Huh, well at least this didn't go down like last year's haunted house."
Leslie goes pale for a second "So much fake blood. Nobody even noticed that that one kid was bleeding for real."
The curtains begin to open and Leslie shushes everyone loudly. The play begins.
Cut to the entrance of the Pawnee Community Center
The parks department exits the doors slowly, eyes wide. Jerry is sobbing.
Mark is the first to break the shocked silence, "I am not even going to use an adjective to try to describe what we just saw because I don't want to insult the things that actually fit whatever adjective I choose. "
Jerry just nods and continues wiping his tears.
Donna "Nuh-uh, Mm-hm, I am not commenting"
Everyone slowly leaves, shaking their heads. Leslie, Anne, Ron, and April are left on the steps.
April is sipping a soda.
"I kind of liked it." She shrugs and walks away, dropping her empty soda cup on the ground.
Leslie breaks out of her trance to rush to throw the cup away, only to return to Anne and Ron and resume her shocked state.
"I am going to decline your offer to keep one of my rifles loaded in the office to avoid the risk of leveling innocent bystanders whenever that play may haunt my subconscious."
Both women nod understandingly as Ron sidles away, going nowhere in particular.
Leslie finally speaks, posing a question in the silence, "What are we going to tell Tom?"
Anne shakes her head, eyes still saucer-like.