July 21st, 2008
INT. KITCHEN - EVENING
DADA is making Cuban sandwiches with mustard, ham, cheese, pickles, and leftover roasted pork and Communism. DADA screws up the first couple sandwiches, burning them to near-cinders on a too-hot griddle, but then manages to complete a sandwich worthy of a child (NIBLET) who is already 3 minutes past his bedtime. The sandwich is fed to the child by the other Niblet servant (MAMA) while Dada works to complete two more sandwiches for the feeding of the Niblet servants.
Suddenly, Niblet appears in the kitchen.
Dada! Dada! Dada! Dada! It's yummy. But I don't like the pickles.
DADA
You don't like pickles? No son of mine will not like pickles! Why, that's crazy talk!
NIBLET
No, Dada. That is not crazy talk...
NIBLET
(dancing and waving arms about)
This is crazy talk! BLAH BLAH HOO BLAH DE BLOO BLEP WOO DE HA HA FLEE BO WACK HEE BOO BLEE HOO HOO!
Dada finds it difficult to argue with this well-thought-out position.
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