INT. KITCHEN – DAY
We are in a sunny suburban kitchen.
DAD and MOM MONKEY sit at the kitchen table.
A SALES MONKEY in a powder blue shirt sits across from them with a
brief case, some brochures and a miniature foam core tool shed.
SALES MONKEY takes a large steel hook from the briefcase.
And check out this baby, top of
the line, surgical steel, holds
up to 300 pounds, by it's self.
Oh my is right, a little more
up front but will last you a
We're not looking to make a
swing set out of them, we
just want them to spill the
Understood, how long has Jo Jo
MOM starts to cry, DAD places her head on his shoulder.
Five days, you never think
it'll happen to you, but then…
I know, they took one of
Did you get him back?
Her, Bayra, I did.
SALES MONKEY picks up the steel hook.
One of these shucked right
behind each Achilles heal,
suspended upside down, doesn't
take long for all that clown
juice to collect in their brains.
Set's their nerves on fire.
They talk, they scream. You'll
get you little Jo Jo back.
Give me two of ‘em.