EXT. ZOO — AFRICAN PLAINS — EARLY MORNING

LOLA the giraffe sleeps while JAMIL the gazelle stargazes. Jamil buzzes with energy in the starlit darkness.

LOLA
Lissen, Jamie boy, it ain’t like it
bein’ all Lion King up in heres,
Pride Rock ‘n’ sunshine,
nunnathats.

JAMIL
But Lolas—this air, this light
How cannot one feel like a boy in
sun?!

LOLA
Boy, it be five-friggin’-‘clocks
right now. You ain’ts tellin’ me
you’s ash’lly gotst ya eyes open.

JAMIL
Lolas! The stars! They—

LOLA
‘Cause don’t knows ‘boutch you,
but I’s don’t even stands ‘til i’s
open. Ten to two, J.G. Ten to two…

JAMIL
Lolas, what make the stars be like
such great big fireflies?

LOLA
Oh, that? Pff. That’s jus’ pollution.
Least, lack of, word is. Ain’t
nobod’s awake this hour, outs
here. Nunnathat nighttime light
p’liferation. …’N’ I ain’t
complainin’!

JAMIL
Ah, yes. My last home, it much
bigger park. The people—the
light—they be so many. Could not
see stars so bright as this.

LOLA
Hon, you knows what look betta?
The backs o’ yo lids. Get dat head
o’ yours back in dem grass and
outta da clouds. Gots five mo’
hours ‘fores I’sa on.

JAMIL
But Lolas

LOLA
G’nights.