EXT. DESERT -- DAY
The white sun beats down on the rocky terrain. There's not a
cloud in the blue sky and the wind is at a standstill.
Far in the distance, a LINE OF PEOPLE make their way towards
the entrance of a small cavern.
Two VULTURES perched on barren tree watch the intruders.
EXT. CAVERN ENTRANCE -- MOMENTS LATER
A tall, lean, effeminate man with oversized glasses and
wearing a tight brown uniform stands in front of the cavern
entrance. He wears a tan bandanna around his neck and uses a
water-filled spray bottle to cool himself down.
This is the MALE BROWNIE TROOP LEADER (36).
(with a lisp)
Okay ladies, gather around!
A DOZEN YOUNG GIRLS dressed in BROWNIE UNIFORMS stand in
front of the Troop Leader. They've been walking for half the
day and couldn't care less what adventure awaits.
He produces a small hand chisel.
This is the type of chisel that we
will all be using today. It is not
to be used for "hitting" things, it
is to be used for "chiseling"
He demonstrates, chiseling the air.
And does anyone know why we don't
want to hit things?
The girls sigh, they've been through this type of treatment
from him a thousand times before.
Because we don't want to break the
Correct! Now, let's get to it and
earn those anthropology badges!
The Troop Leader turns to enter the cavern. The group follows.
A SICKLY BROWNIE tries to hide from the others, but the Troop
Leader notices her. He shakes his head and corners her.
Hey little bear, aren't you going to
join the others?
Um, my allergist told me not to engage
in physically demanding activities
where ragweed or spores might be
The Troop Leader frowns, but knows what to do.
Do you have a note to corroborate
Are you lying to me?
What did we say about lying?
I'm not lying.