[Script] Tossing Grenades At Windmills - Page 65

Fred, Hawkqueen and Inoria grab Grenademan’s Cape. 

GRENADEMAN

YOU DON’T TUG ON GRENADEMAN’S CAPE. YOU DON’T SPIT IN THE EYE OF THE OLD LONE RANGER AND YOU DON’T MESS AROUND WITH MY CAPE. EMPHASIS ON THE CAPE PART. HINT, THAT’S MY CAPE. 

Fred

So what are we supposed to be doing here? 

GRENADEMAN

MY CAPE PLEASE. 

Inoria

Honestly…I have absolutely no idea, but it makes about as much sense as everything else that’s been going on.

GRENADEMAN

YOU ARE GETTING COOKIE CRUMBS ON MY CAPE. WAIT, SORRY, THAT’S FROM DEAD GINGERBREAD MAN.

Inoria grabs Grenademan’s cape. There is a large flash of light and they all vanish.

EXT. REVOLUTIONARY FRANCE - DAY

The four appear inside a rowdy crowd in revolutionary France. A large guillotine sits to one side. No one immediately pays attention to them.

FRENCH PERSON #1

I hear they are up to thirty seven today! 

FRENCH PERSON #2

That’s nothing. Last week they got rid of two hundred and fourteen. 

FRENCH PERSON #1

Let’s get a good front seat. Last time I could see the veins in his neck still pumping.