Cib vs. Tib

[Fading into scene: 570 singing song (not very well) Agent Black looking at here mission profile on her wrist comm., giving 570 a glare]

Black (annoyed): What the hell are you doing??
570: (looking back, wondering why Black rudely interrupted him)…singing!
Black: (raises eyebrow, with a ‘yeah right expression’) singing?.....no, you weren’t singing…

[silence]

Black (continuing): We must proceed with the mission!

[570 continues on a high and low pitched parakeet screeching sounding song, not paying attention]

Black (yelling): AGENT! GET IT TOGTHER!

570: (smirk on face, with sarcastic reply) ToGETHER….[mutters] your royal ness [regular voice] Agent...
Black (sensing the sarcasm): ARE you ready to go YET?
570: Go? Yet?..Where? Where must we go?
Black (reaches for phaser, while arming it): On our MISSION
Black (pointing phaser 570’s way): Get ready.
570 (loosens collar, continues): Ready! Ready to go go go, to …..where we going?

[Black glares, and waves phaser in the air warningly]

Black (sighs): We must go on another mission, to destroy the last clown.
570: (with excited smile) We’re gonna assassinate Bill Gates??
Black: (sarcastic) Yeah, we sure are! Then we are going to go to a karaoke bar, and bore or scare everyone to death with your *amazing*
Singing skills!
570: (notes her sarcasm) Oh……so, we there yet?
Black (frustrated): We haven’t even left yet! We are still on the ground!

[With a hopeless look, Black orders an alcoholic drink from the replicator, and some party cheese]

570 (eyes widening): ooooo! PARTY CHEESE (eyeing the plate Black ordered)
Black: (growling, and narrowing eyes) : Mine! Back off!

570 (glaring back): Fine! I will get my OWN party cheese!....are we there yet?

[Commercial Break:

(Woman throwing phones across the room: I HATE YOU!
Woman: So, I said bring back a bag of potatoes, and HE brought back

Spitz Guy (finishing sentence, and nodding head) ..killer tomatoes. Here (hands woman cell phone) It’s the static.
Try new SpitzPZS free and not very clear plan (pauses) the only all digital nation built from the ground up by a band
Of lunatic cellular extremist trying to communicate with beings beyond the solar system in a plot to destroy all other cell phone companies
So people will only by their cell phones, and making them rich…

[Giant tomatoes stepping on people in the back ground yelling: Take me to you leader!]

Woman (relieved): Thanks…but, what about…(looking at tomatoes) them?

Spitzs Guy (gets out fork): Some things, just need to die.

*Commercial #2:
(Bill Clinton behind presidential desk)

Bill (insisting): I did NOT have sexual relations with that tomatoe!

(Screen goes black, followed by 30 seconds of silence, and a technical difficulties screen with elevator music)

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(Exterior view of shuttle flying just over the clouds)

[In cockpit, Agents sit looking at controls]

Black (breaking silence): Are you ready for the mission profile?
570 (turning to her): Proceed

Black (pauses): It was the meds wasn’t it?
(silence)
570: no, it was the static…

Black (but anyways look): Ok, moving right along, we should go over this profile.
570 : yes. We should.

Black (reading info from screen): ok, we are headed to China Town…(corners eyes, and continues) and there has been a report of a ‘clown’ there.
570 (confused) which one??
Black (also confused): We will just figure it out when we get there, right now, I need another beer

(Black picks up beer, guzzles down another can)

(computer beeps)

Computer: Please note the ‘seatbelt sign’ has been activated, at this time, please put aside all bags of peanuts, trail mix, and or part cheese
Put your trays in the upright, locked position, and brace for impact- we are about to land

(Throw up bags drop from ceiling, while Black continues to nibble on party cheese)

(Exterior view of shuttle, with landing struts deploying, and preparing to land-
Interior, shuttle shakes, and puke bags sway from side to side, then a jolt, a thud, and a beer can falls over, and spills on the floor)

Computer: Landed!

570 (looking over to Black) : I told you not to drink and fly!

(Black mutters something un audible under her breath, then stumbles to the floor)

Black (dazed) : Computer- are we landed?

(Computer zaps Black in response)

Black (with hair messed up, looks over to 570): Ready?
570: Yea, why not?

<To be continued- yea, sorry to leave off in a bad place- but, i got busy, sometime, i will finish it>