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John tunes his guitar, and hears a knock on the door.
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John |
Come in.
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Piggy enters.
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Miss Piggy |
Hello, Johnathan, dear.
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John |
Why, hello Miss Piggy.
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Miss Piggy |
Hello.
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John |
Miss Piggy, you look … amazing.
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Miss Piggy |
And lovely, thank you. (sigh) This is my designer collection hiking suit. Don't you know?
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She displays her backpack, then admires herself in the mirror.
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John |
Well, it's... Piggy, is that a gold lamé backpack that you're wearing?
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Miss Piggy |
Oh, you noticed?
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John |
Well, it's hard not to … Piggy, we are going to the swamp.
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Miss Piggy |
Yes, the swamp, yes.
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John |
Do you have everything, do you have your snake bite kit?
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Miss Piggy |
(perks up) What?
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John |
Your — your snake bite kit. There are snakes in the swamp, they may bite you.
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Miss Piggy |
Snakes?
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John |
Well, yes Piggy, snakes. And also, you need a short, sharp stick about that long.
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Miss Piggy |
A walking stick, yes, yes, I'm sure...
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John |
No, no, no, this is for the alligators.
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She suddenly shows dire concern.
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Miss Piggy |
… Alligators?
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John |
Why yes, darling. The alligators, when they open their mouths to eat you, you jam the stick and they can't close their jaws.
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Miss Piggy |
(shivering) Can't close their jaws … good. (nods)
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John |
Well, yes, also, Piggy, one other thing, and this is of critical importance.
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Miss Piggy |
Yes?
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John |
Every morning when you get up, before you put your boots on, be very sure to shake them vigorously.
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Miss Piggy |
Wh-wh-why?
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John |
Well, Piggy, at night when you're asleep in the swamp, sometimes there are spiders and little creepy crawly things and they'll get in your boots and if you don't shake them out...
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She winces. John bursts out laughing.
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Miss Piggy |
You think that's funny?
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John |
(laughs) I'm sorry... They'l crawl up your legs, Piggy. They'll be all over you.
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Miss Piggy |
(starts freaking out) Oh no, not the legs, please!
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John |
You have to — I'm sorry —
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Miss Piggy |
Oh, not there, please, John! Oh! Oh! Please! Please! Oh!
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She runs out of the room screaming.
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John |
(chuckling) Poor girl's got a case of the nerves! I think she needs a week in the country.
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