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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.

SALES MONKEY
And check out this baby, top of
the line, surgical steel, holds
up to 300 pounds, by it's self.

MOM
Oh my.

SALES MONKEY
Oh my is right, a little more
up front but will last you a
lifetime.

DAD
We're not looking to make a
swing set out of them, we
just want them to spill the
beans.

SALES MONKEY
Understood, how long has Jo Jo
been missing.

MOM starts to cry, DAD places her head on his shoulder.

DAD
Five days, you never think
it'll happen to you, but then…

SALES MONKEY
I know, they took one of
mine once.

MOM
Did you get him back?

SALES MONKEY
Her, Bayra, I did.

DAD
How.. HOW!

SALES MONKEY picks up the steel hook.

SALES MONKEY
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.

DAD
Give me two of ‘em.