MOTHER OF THE TURD WORLD PIE

BUFFALO: Dude, that wasn't moose turd pie.

BIRD: Oh. Thank the Lord for that.

BUFFALO: It was Mother of the Turd World pie.

BIRD: Jeez.

BUFFALO: Freshly plopped from Sparky's fair hairy butt.

BIRD: Dude! Don't go there!

BUFFALO: But it's true. It was like a vision. It just suddenly came to him. All glowing. All seeing. A voice deep inside said, "Bake it!"

SPARKY: It's blessed, man.

BUFFALO: And will bless all who touch it.

BIRD: Omigod. You've both flipped. You've finally succumbed to the Jehovah's Witnesses' horrorshow!

FIFI: He-he. Not just them, Birdman. Do you believe in miracles? Well, I do. How about a chocolate Mother of the Turd World with Sparky's Toe Jam? Fine when the weather is cool but in the heat won't it turn to goo? Yes, I believe in miracles.

BIRD: Mum! I want to go home now. I don't want to be a grown-up any more.

DOTTY: That's not...

BIRD & BUFFALO & SPARKY & FIFI: Shut it!!

FIFI: Coming soon: first it was the toasted-cheese Madonna, the Madonna of the Unwashed Window, and I suppose there's a Madonna marrow growing right now in somebody's garden, but... are you ready for The Madonna of the Blessed Turd?

BIRD & BUFFALO: Film at eleven.