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* ''Pull back into the city; now it is night, and a police chopper flies past. The sky fades to morning as car horns start to blare. The chopper buzzes the motel again. Inside, Blossom looks out the window and turns back to the camera nervously.'') '''Blossom:''' I don’t see it. (''The Professor is helping Bubbles get her backpack on; Buttercup already has hers. Blossom flies into view.'') '''Blossom:''' Professor, how are we gonna fly to school...if we don’t know where it is? (''Wipe to a close-up of the back of a school bus. The girls look dejectedly out the window, at the camera, as the bus rumbles away. Inside, they sit hunched down and look very small on the back seat; Blossom now has her backpack as well. They sigh heavily. A brown-haired girl addresses them; she sounds very much like a valley girl.'') '''Girl:''' Hi! You must be the new kids. (''Pause.'') Oh...my...gosh! I just ''love'' your matching dresses! (''The girls smile at this.'') '''Blossom:''' Really? '''Girl:''' (''smiling broadly'') No-ooo! Ha, ha, ha! (''She laughs at them; each girl’s expression changes in much the expected way. Bubbles looks crushed, Blossom shocked, Buttercup angry. Pan slowly toward the front of the bus as the other kids join in the amusement. Even the driver is having a laugh at their expense. Back to the girls; now Blossom looks sad, Bubbles has tears in her eyes, and Buttercup looks angry.'') (''The bus rolls through a gate in a chain-link fence topped with barbed wire. Behind this fence is a group of squat, ugly gray buildings that also sport barbed wire. The gate slams shut behind the bus, and the girls look out the window with considerable unease.'') '''Blossom:''' (''voice over'') Anyway, there’ll just be certain emergencies— (''Cut to them, seen from over a teacher’s desk. Bubbles smiles nervously.'') '''Blossom:''' —where we’ll just ''have'' to be excused. (''She smiles.'') (''The teacher is now seen from the other side of the desk. He is reading a newspaper, which he lowers to show himself—the very stereotype of the gym teacher who has to give instruction in an academic subject as well. Thickly built, balding, hairy arms, not ready to put up with much garbage. Behind him on the board is the class assignment: “READ CHAPTERS 1-77 QUIETLY!!” Long silence.'') '''Grumpy Teacher:''' Take your seats. '''Blossom:''' But— (''He points out into the classroom, refusing any excuses that Blossom might have wanted to say.'') (''They float toward the back of the room as the other students snicker and giggle. Close-up of Bubbles at a regular desk, not looking too enthusiastic.'') '''Boy:''' Psst! Ahh… (''She turns to look, and we see the speaker, a boy with a straw near his mouth. He takes a breath and blows, and a spitball catches her in the face. She turns in the other direction.'') '''Bubbles:''' You guys! (''Cut to her sisters, covered with spitballs.'') '''Blossom, Buttercup:''' We know. (''The sound of a distant fire-engine siren rouses them from their sulking, and they zip over to the window with smiles on their faces. Cut to just outside; flames are reflected in the glass, then cut to an overhead view of the street as an engine rolls toward a group of burning buildings. The girls turn toward the teacher.'') '''Girls:''' Teacher, may we please be excused to save the town? (''The teacher says nothing, but shoots them a very dirty, grumpy, disgusting and unfriendly look; cut to them at a time out table, with their backs to the window. The fire rages behind them, with police helicopters buzzing over it, and they do not enjoy the prospect of being unable to do anything about it.'') (''Wipe to the Professor in the motel room, reading a paper. The door closes o.c.; the girls stand at it, their faces telling the story of how their day went. He lowers his paper and smiles.'') '''Professor:''' Hi, girls! '''Blossom:''' Professor, what do you think of this town? '''Professor:''' (''throwing paper aside, nearly raving'') It’s great! (''jumping over to them'') I just absolutely love it! It’s like a real city here! And the people...you know what I mean? (''The girls trade a worried look. He opens the window; we hear traffic from the street.'') '''Professor:''' Can’t you just feel the energy? (''Cut to outside; he pokes his head out.'') I LOVE THIS TOWN! (''Pull back across the block, his voice echoing in the air over the sound of gunshots and car horns.'') '''Man:''' Ah, shut up, you jerk! (''Back inside the window.'') '''Professor:''' (''pulling head in, pointing out'') City folk. So how was your day? (''A pause, after which Blossom laughs nervously and starts to trade looks with her sisters.'') '''Blossom:''' Ha, ha. Um… Uh… Oh… Yeah. Great. (''Bubbles and Buttercup make several light, throwaway comments about how well the day went. The Professor smiles.'') '''Professor:''' Great! '''Bubbles, Buttercup:''' (''sarcastically and angrily, to Blossom'') Great. (''Wipe to the girls in flight.'') '''Blossom:''' Look, as soon as we sort everything out with their Mayor, everything will fall into place. (''They fly across the city and arrive at a building with a tall central section, not unlike the seat of government in Los Angeles.'') '''Blossom:''' (''voice over'') We’re superhero crime-fighters, and since we’re new in town,— (''Cut to the girls in a well-lit office, addressing themselves to a thin, carefully coiffed man at a desk—the receptionist. He regards them with a big smile.'') '''Blossom:''' —we thought we’d drop by and get acquainted with the Mayor. '''Receptionist:''' Uh-<nowiki>''</nowiki>huh<nowiki>''</nowiki>! Well, that sounds just great. But, since you don’t have an appointment, (''his smile vanishing'') you’re going to have to wait over there, (''his smile returning'') hmmm? (''He points o.c. at the appropriate moment. Cut to the girls, sitting on a couch in the office and wearing expectant smiles. The only sound is the ticking of the wall clock at the other end of the room. After a few seconds, dissolve to the girls still on the couch, but after a lapse of several hours by the clock. Bubbles and Buttercup are asleep, while Blossom sits with chin in hands. Finally the man speaks again, snapping them to attention.'') '''Receptionist:''' (''from o.c.'') Powderpuff Girls? '''Blossom:''' Here. (''Cut to an inner office, done in dark wood paneling. A tall, gaunt, white-haired man sits at a desk at the far end, with a telephone in hand. Behind him is a large window, with a flagpole next to it. A woman and another man—members of his staff—are checking files and looking over documents. As the receptionist speaks, pull back to show a reporter seated on a couch, notepad in hand, and the girls at the edge of the scene.'')

* ''Pull back into the city; now it is night, and a police chopper flies past. The sky fades to morning as car horns start to blare. The chopper buzzes the motel again. Inside, Blossom looks out the window and turns back to the camera nervously.'') '''Blossom:''' I don’t see it. (''The Professor is helping Bubbles get her backpack on; Buttercup already has hers. Blossom flies into view.'') '''Blossom:''' Professor, how are we gonna fly to school...if we don’t know where it is? (''Wipe to a close-up of the back of a school bus. The girls look dejectedly out the window, at the camera, as the bus rumbles away. Inside, they sit hunched down and look very small on the back seat; Blossom now has her backpack as well. They sigh heavily. A brown-haired girl addresses them; she sounds very much like a valley girl.'') '''Girl:''' Hi! You must be the new kids. (''Pause.'') Oh...my...gosh! I just ''love'' your matching dresses! (''The girls smile at this.'') '''Blossom:''' Really? '''Girl:''' (''smiling broadly'') No-ooo! Ha, ha, ha! (''She laughs at them; each girl’s expression changes in much the expected way. Bubbles looks crushed, Blossom shocked, Buttercup angry. Pan slowly toward the front of the bus as the other kids join in the amusement. Even the driver is having a laugh at their expense. Back to the girls; now Blossom looks sad, Bubbles has tears in her eyes, and Buttercup looks angry.'') (''The bus rolls through a gate in a chain-link fence topped with barbed wire. Behind this fence is a group of squat, ugly gray buildings that also sport barbed wire. The gate slams shut behind the bus, and the girls look out the window with considerable unease.'') '''Blossom:''' (''voice over'') Anyway, there’ll just be certain emergencies— (''Cut to them, seen from over a teacher’s desk. Bubbles smiles nervously.'') '''Blossom:''' —where we’ll just ''have'' to be excused. (''She smiles.'') (''The teacher is now seen from the other side of the desk. He is reading a newspaper, which he lowers to show himself—the very stereotype of the gym teacher who has to give instruction in an academic subject as well. Thickly built, balding, hairy arms, not ready to put up with much garbage. Behind him on the board is the class assignment: “READ CHAPTERS 1-77 QUIETLY!!” Long silence.'') '''Grumpy Teacher:''' Take your seats. '''Blossom:''' But— (''He points out into the classroom, refusing any excuses that Blossom might have wanted to say.'') (''They float toward the back of the room as the other students snicker and giggle. Close-up of Bubbles at a regular desk, not looking too enthusiastic.'') '''Boy:''' Psst! Ahh… (''She turns to look, and we see the speaker, a boy with a straw near his mouth. He takes a breath and blows, and a spitball catches her in the face. She turns in the other direction.'') '''Bubbles:''' You guys! (''Cut to her sisters, covered with spitballs.'') '''Blossom, Buttercup:''' We know. (''The sound of a distant fire-engine siren rouses them from their sulking, and they zip over to the window with smiles on their faces. Cut to just outside; flames are reflected in the glass, then cut to an overhead view of the street as an engine rolls toward a group of burning buildings. The girls turn toward the teacher.'') '''Girls:''' Teacher, may we please be excused to save the town? (''The teacher says nothing, but shoots them a very dirty, grumpy, disgusting and unfriendly look; cut to them at a time out table, with their backs to the window. The fire rages behind them, with police helicopters buzzing over it, and they do not enjoy the prospect of being unable to do anything about it.'') (''Wipe to the Professor in the motel room, reading a paper. The door closes o.c.; the girls stand at it, their faces telling the story of how their day went. He lowers his paper and smiles.'') '''Professor:''' Hi, girls! '''Blossom:''' Professor, what do you think of this town? '''Professor:''' (''throwing paper aside, nearly raving'') It’s great! (''jumping over to them'') I just absolutely love it! It’s like a real city here! And the people...you know what I mean? (''The girls trade a worried look. He opens the window; we hear traffic from the street.'') '''Professor:''' Can’t you just feel the energy? (''Cut to outside; he pokes his head out.'') I LOVE THIS TOWN! (''Pull back across the block, his voice echoing in the air over the sound of gunshots and car horns.'') '''Man:''' Ah, shut up, you jerk! (''Back inside the window.'') '''Professor:''' (''pulling head in, pointing out'') City folk. So how was your day? (''A pause, after which Blossom laughs nervously and starts to trade looks with her sisters.'') '''Blossom:''' Ha, ha. Um… Uh… Oh… Yeah. Great. (''Bubbles and Buttercup make several light, throwaway comments about how well the day went. The Professor smiles.'') '''Professor:''' Great! '''Bubbles, Buttercup:''' (''sarcastically and angrily, to Blossom'') Great. (''Wipe to the girls in flight.'') '''Blossom:''' Look, as soon as we sort everything out with their Mayor, everything will fall into place. (''They fly across the city and arrive at a building with a tall central section, not unlike the seat of government in Los Angeles.'') '''Blossom:''' (''voice over'') We’re superhero crime-fighters, and since we’re new in town,— (''Cut to the girls in a well-lit office, addressing themselves to a thin, carefully coiffed man at a desk—the receptionist. He regards them with a big smile.'') '''Blossom:''' —we thought we’d drop by and get acquainted with the Mayor.

'''Receptionist:''' Uh-<nowiki>''</nowiki>huh<nowiki>''</nowiki>! Well, that sounds just great. But, since you don’t have an appointment, (''his smile vanishing'') you’re going to have to wait over there, (''his smile returning'') hmmm?

(''He points o.c. at the appropriate moment. Cut to the girls, sitting on a couch in the office and wearing expectant smiles. The only sound is the ticking of the wall clock at the other end of the room. After a few seconds, dissolve to the girls still on the couch, but after a lapse of several hours by the clock. Bubbles and Buttercup are asleep, while Blossom sits with chin in hands. Finally the man speaks again, snapping them to attention.'')

'''Receptionist:''' (''from o.c.'') Powderpuff Girls?

'''Blossom:''' Here.

(''Cut to an inner office, done in dark wood paneling. A tall, gaunt, white-haired man sits at a desk at the far end, with a telephone in hand. Behind him is a large window, with a flagpole next to it. A woman and another man—members of his staff—are checking files and looking over documents. As the receptionist speaks, pull back to show a reporter seated on a couch, notepad in hand, and the girls at the edge of the scene.'')

* Mayor of Citiesville: Hey, kids, no pets allowed in my office.

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-* ''Pull back into the city; now it is night, and a police chopper flies past. The sky fades to morning as car horns start to blare. The chopper buzzes the motel again. Inside, Blossom looks out the window and turns back to the camera nervously.'') '''Blossom:''' I don’t see it.  (''The Professor is helping Bubbles get her backpack on; Buttercup already has hers. Blossom flies into view.'')  '''Blossom:''' Professor, how are we gonna fly to school...if we don’t know where it is?  (''Wipe to a close-up of the back of a school bus. The girls look dejectedly out the window, at the camera, as the bus rumbles away. Inside, they sit hunched down and look very small on the back seat; Blossom now has her backpack as well. They sigh heavily. A brown-haired girl addresses them; she sounds very much like a valley girl.'')  '''Girl:''' Hi! You must be the new kids. (''Pause.'') Oh...my...gosh! I just ''love'' your matching dresses! (''The girls smile at this.'')  '''Blossom:''' Really?  '''Girl:''' (''smiling broadly'') No-ooo! Ha, ha, ha!   (''She laughs at them; each girl’s expression changes in much the expected way. Bubbles looks crushed, Blossom shocked, Buttercup angry. Pan slowly toward the front of the bus as the other kids join in the amusement. Even the driver is having a laugh at their expense. Back to the girls; now Blossom looks sad, Bubbles has tears in her eyes, and Buttercup looks angry.'')  (''The bus rolls through a gate in a chain-link fence topped with barbed wire. Behind this fence is a group of squat, ugly gray buildings that also sport barbed wire. The gate slams shut behind the bus, and the girls look out the window with considerable unease.'')  '''Blossom:''' (''voice over'') Anyway, there’ll just be certain emergencies—  (''Cut to them, seen from over a teacher’s desk. Bubbles smiles nervously.'')  '''Blossom:''' —where we’ll just ''have'' to be excused. (''She smiles.'')  (''The teacher is now seen from the other side of the desk. He is reading a newspaper, which he lowers to show himself—the very stereotype of the gym teacher who has to give instruction in an academic subject as well. Thickly built, balding, hairy arms, not ready to put up with much garbage. Behind him on the board is the class assignment: “READ CHAPTERS 1-77 QUIETLY!!” Long silence.'')  '''Grumpy Teacher:''' Take your seats.  '''Blossom:''' But— (''He points out into the classroom, refusing any excuses that Blossom might have wanted to say.'')  (''They float toward the back of the room as the other students snicker and giggle. Close-up of Bubbles at a regular desk, not looking too enthusiastic.'')  '''Boy:''' Psst! Ahh…   (''She turns to look, and we see the speaker, a boy with a straw near his mouth. He takes a breath and blows, and a spitball catches her in the face. She turns in the other direction.'')  '''Bubbles:''' You guys! (''Cut to her sisters, covered with spitballs.'')  '''Blossom, Buttercup:''' We know.  (''The sound of a distant fire-engine siren rouses them from their sulking, and they zip over to the window with smiles on their faces. Cut to just outside; flames are reflected in the glass, then cut to an overhead view of the street as an engine rolls toward a group of burning buildings. The girls turn toward the teacher.'')  '''Girls:''' Teacher, may we please be excused to save the town?  (''The teacher says nothing, but shoots them a very dirty, grumpy, disgusting and unfriendly look; cut to them at a time out table, with their backs to the window. The fire rages behind them, with police helicopters buzzing over it, and they do not enjoy the prospect of being unable to do anything about it.'')  (''Wipe to the Professor in the motel room, reading a paper. The door closes o.c.; the girls stand at it, their faces telling the story of how their day went. He lowers his paper and smiles.'')  '''Professor:''' Hi, girls!  '''Blossom:''' Professor, what do you think of this town?  '''Professor:''' (''throwing paper aside, nearly raving'') It’s great! (''jumping over to them'') I just absolutely love it! It’s like a real city here! And the people...you know what I mean?  (''The girls trade a worried look. He opens the window; we hear traffic from the street.'')  '''Professor:''' Can’t you just feel the energy? (''Cut to outside; he pokes his head out.'') I LOVE THIS TOWN!  (''Pull back across the block, his voice echoing in the air over the sound of gunshots and car horns.'')  '''Man:''' Ah, shut up, you jerk! (''Back inside the window.'')  '''Professor:''' (''pulling head in, pointing out'') City folk. So how was your day?  (''A pause, after which Blossom laughs nervously and starts to trade looks with her sisters.'')  '''Blossom:''' Ha, ha. Um… Uh… Oh… Yeah. Great.   (''Bubbles and Buttercup make several light, throwaway comments about how well the day went. The Professor smiles.'')  '''Professor:''' Great!  '''Bubbles, Buttercup:''' (''sarcastically and angrily, to Blossom'') Great.  (''Wipe to the girls in flight.'')  '''Blossom:''' Look, as soon as we sort everything out with their Mayor, everything will fall into place.  (''They fly across the city and arrive at a building with a tall central section, not unlike the seat of government in Los Angeles.'')  '''Blossom:''' (''voice over'') We’re superhero crime-fighters, and since we’re new in town,—  (''Cut to the girls in a well-lit office, addressing themselves to a thin, carefully coiffed man at a desk—the receptionist. He regards them with a big smile.'')  '''Blossom:''' —we thought we’d drop by and get acquainted with the Mayor.  '''Receptionist:''' Uh-<nowiki>''</nowiki>huh<nowiki>''</nowiki>! Well, that sounds just great. But, since you don’t have an appointment, (''his smile vanishing'') you’re going to have to wait over there, (''his smile returning'') hmmm?  (''He points o.c. at the appropriate moment. Cut to the girls, sitting on a couch in the office and wearing expectant smiles. The only sound is the ticking of the wall clock at the other end of the room. After a few seconds, dissolve to the girls still on the couch, but after a lapse of several hours by the clock. Bubbles and Buttercup are asleep, while Blossom sits with chin in hands. Finally the man speaks again, snapping them to attention.'')  '''Receptionist:''' (''from o.c.'') Powderpuff Girls?  '''Blossom:''' Here.  (''Cut to an inner office, done in dark wood paneling. A tall, gaunt, white-haired man sits at a desk at the far end, with a telephone in hand. Behind him is a large window, with a flagpole next to it. A woman and another man—members of his staff—are checking files and looking over documents. As the receptionist speaks, pull back to show a reporter seated on a couch, notepad in hand, and the girls at the edge of the scene.'')
+* ''Pull back into the city; now it is night, and a police chopper flies past. The sky fades to morning as car horns start to blare. The chopper buzzes the motel again. Inside, Blossom looks out the window and turns back to the camera nervously.'') '''Blossom:''' I don’t see it.  (''The Professor is helping Bubbles get her backpack on; Buttercup already has hers. Blossom flies into view.'')  '''Blossom:''' Professor, how are we gonna fly to school...if we don’t know where it is?  (''Wipe to a close-up of the back of a school bus. The girls look dejectedly out the window, at the camera, as the bus rumbles away. Inside, they sit hunched down and look very small on the back seat; Blossom now has her backpack as well. They sigh heavily. A brown-haired girl addresses them; she sounds very much like a valley girl.'')  '''Girl:''' Hi! You must be the new kids. (''Pause.'') Oh...my...gosh! I just ''love'' your matching dresses! (''The girls smile at this.'')  '''Blossom:''' Really?  '''Girl:''' (''smiling broadly'') No-ooo! Ha, ha, ha!   (''She laughs at them; each girl’s expression changes in much the expected way. Bubbles looks crushed, Blossom shocked, Buttercup angry. Pan slowly toward the front of the bus as the other kids join in the amusement. Even the driver is having a laugh at their expense. Back to the girls; now Blossom looks sad, Bubbles has tears in her eyes, and Buttercup looks angry.'')  (''The bus rolls through a gate in a chain-link fence topped with barbed wire. Behind this fence is a group of squat, ugly gray buildings that also sport barbed wire. The gate slams shut behind the bus, and the girls look out the window with considerable unease.'')  '''Blossom:''' (''voice over'') Anyway, there’ll just be certain emergencies—  (''Cut to them, seen from over a teacher’s desk. Bubbles smiles nervously.'')  '''Blossom:''' —where we’ll just ''have'' to be excused. (''She smiles.'')  (''The teacher is now seen from the other side of the desk. He is reading a newspaper, which he lowers to show himself—the very stereotype of the gym teacher who has to give instruction in an academic subject as well. Thickly built, balding, hairy arms, not ready to put up with much garbage. Behind him on the board is the class assignment: “READ CHAPTERS 1-77 QUIETLY!!” Long silence.'')  '''Grumpy Teacher:''' Take your seats.  '''Blossom:''' But— (''He points out into the classroom, refusing any excuses that Blossom might have wanted to say.'')  (''They float toward the back of the room as the other students snicker and giggle. Close-up of Bubbles at a regular desk, not looking too enthusiastic.'')  '''Boy:''' Psst! Ahh…   (''She turns to look, and we see the speaker, a boy with a straw near his mouth. He takes a breath and blows, and a spitball catches her in the face. She turns in the other direction.'')  '''Bubbles:''' You guys! (''Cut to her sisters, covered with spitballs.'')  '''Blossom, Buttercup:''' We know.  (''The sound of a distant fire-engine siren rouses them from their sulking, and they zip over to the window with smiles on their faces. Cut to just outside; flames are reflected in the glass, then cut to an overhead view of the street as an engine rolls toward a group of burning buildings. The girls turn toward the teacher.'')  '''Girls:''' Teacher, may we please be excused to save the town?  (''The teacher says nothing, but shoots them a very dirty, grumpy, disgusting and unfriendly look; cut to them at a time out table, with their backs to the window. The fire rages behind them, with police helicopters buzzing over it, and they do not enjoy the prospect of being unable to do anything about it.'')  (''Wipe to the Professor in the motel room, reading a paper. The door closes o.c.; the girls stand at it, their faces telling the story of how their day went. He lowers his paper and smiles.'')  '''Professor:''' Hi, girls!  '''Blossom:''' Professor, what do you think of this town?  '''Professor:''' (''throwing paper aside, nearly raving'') It’s great! (''jumping over to them'') I just absolutely love it! It’s like a real city here! And the people...you know what I mean?  (''The girls trade a worried look. He opens the window; we hear traffic from the street.'')  '''Professor:''' Can’t you just feel the energy? (''Cut to outside; he pokes his head out.'') I LOVE THIS TOWN!  (''Pull back across the block, his voice echoing in the air over the sound of gunshots and car horns.'')  '''Man:''' Ah, shut up, you jerk! (''Back inside the window.'')  '''Professor:''' (''pulling head in, pointing out'') City folk. So how was your day?  (''A pause, after which Blossom laughs nervously and starts to trade looks with her sisters.'')  '''Blossom:''' Ha, ha. Um… Uh… Oh… Yeah. Great.   (''Bubbles and Buttercup make several light, throwaway comments about how well the day went. The Professor smiles.'')  '''Professor:''' Great!  '''Bubbles, Buttercup:''' (''sarcastically and angrily, to Blossom'') Great.  (''Wipe to the girls in flight.'')  '''Blossom:''' Look, as soon as we sort everything out with their Mayor, everything will fall into place.  (''They fly across the city and arrive at a building with a tall central section, not unlike the seat of government in Los Angeles.'')  '''Blossom:''' (''voice over'') We’re superhero crime-fighters, and since we’re new in town,—  (''Cut to the girls in a well-lit office, addressing themselves to a thin, carefully coiffed man at a desk—the receptionist. He regards them with a big smile.'')  '''Blossom:''' —we thought we’d drop by and get acquainted with the Mayor.
+'''Receptionist:''' Uh-<nowiki>''</nowiki>huh<nowiki>''</nowiki>! Well, that sounds just great. But, since you don’t have an appointment, (''his smile vanishing'') you’re going to have to wait over there, (''his smile returning'') hmmm?
+(''He points o.c. at the appropriate moment. Cut to the girls, sitting on a couch in the office and wearing expectant smiles. The only sound is the ticking of the wall clock at the other end of the room. After a few seconds, dissolve to the girls still on the couch, but after a lapse of several hours by the clock. Bubbles and Buttercup are asleep, while Blossom sits with chin in hands. Finally the man speaks again, snapping them to attention.'')
+'''Receptionist:''' (''from o.c.'') Powderpuff Girls?
+'''Blossom:''' Here.
+(''Cut to an inner office, done in dark wood paneling. A tall, gaunt, white-haired man sits at a desk at the far end, with a telephone in hand. Behind him is a large window, with a flagpole next to it. A woman and another man—members of his staff—are checking files and looking over documents. As the receptionist speaks, pull back to show a reporter seated on a couch, notepad in hand, and the girls at the edge of the scene.'')
 * Mayor of Citiesville: Hey, kids, no pets allowed in my office.