EXT. ZOO — COYOTE EXHIBIT — NIGHT
HARRY the porcupine, PEARL the butterfly on his shoulder, squints at a zoo map on the ground. MARY “MAGDALENE” the coyote watches off-screen. Harry’s obviously been here awhile.
Prickly little pig with his prickly
I like pigs… I knew three of them
Nice little neigh-bors moved
You’re not going to move, are
you? Prickly little pig?
No, I am not going to ask her that…
Ask me what, little prickly?
…Little piggly? …Little prig?
Pearl flutters again.
No—she doesn’t. Look at her. If
anything, the helpless help her…
Who are you talking to, my
priggly little pick…?
(trick or treat, smell my feet)
Won’t take hugs…won’t take kiss…
when we talks…he don’t list’…
Don’t worry, porky priss…my
sickly pickly gyps’… Mary Mary
Magdalene will list’…
Of course I’m listening. I’m just
…What are you listening, sprig?
…What won’t you, spick?
…Sprickly spig has friends but
Fine. Fine. You know what? It’s
your proboscis. Missus Murderer?
Pearl. Pearl? Missus Murderer.
See? We’re best friends now. We
know each other. Now can we get
on with this?
Crispy little lick…why does your
time so tick? I’m no missus and
you’re no slick… Mmmmm…
…What’s your name, little schtick?
…Little wiggly tiggly trick? …I’m a
miss…she’s a stick…you’re a tickly
No. No. We can find our own way
to the cafeteria.
Because she doesn’t!
Because we are her cafeteria! Any
nut to come through here’s her