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Dennis
[to himself] Something doesn't make sense here. Usually they ask me
to get the bodies prepared before they ask for caskets. And surely,
someone would've told me about an accident involving small children.
Well, I better get to the store first and try to figure this out
later.
Act
III Scene Two:
Narrator:
After a couple hours of drugged sleep Mick wakes up in the storage
room at the hospital. He still feels woozy from the effects of the
tranquilizer.
Mick:
Where am I? Those fascists must have stuck me in the janitor's room.
There's nothing but brooms, mops and pails in here. Hold on. I see a
window.
Narrator:
Max stumbles over to the window. He picks up a step ladder and
smashes the glass out of the window. He runs to the back lane about a
block from the hospital. As a groggy Mac wobbles down the lane two
dog catchers from town are having a smoke break in their truck. They
see Mick stumbling down the lane.
Harvey,
the dog catcher: Hoss, look at that guy. He's wasted out of his mind.
Hoss,
the assistant dogcatcher: Hey buddy, come over here. You look like
you could use some help.
Mick:
You're right about that! Firstly I get kidnapped by two Air Force
guys who throw me in the back of a truck with aliens. Then
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