[ WP ] You ’ re getting ready to make waffles for breakfast when , to your horror , you realize there ’ s no maple syrup left !

EXT. RESIDENTIAL STREET - MORNING 
 
 We pan across a few well kempt and cheery looking homes. A man in a robe shuffles across his driveway to retrieve the newspaper. 
 
 We stop on one of the cookie-cutter houses and twist-zoom toward it forebodingly. 
 
 INT. HOUSE - KITCHEN - SAME 
 
 SEAMUS yawns as he enters the kitchen, then instinctively grabs his blueberry eggos from the freezer and plops them into the toaster. He doubles back and opens the fridge. 
 
 His eyes search around for a moment and he abandons his calm for a look of sheer terror. 
 
 EXT. HOUSE - CONT. 
 
 SEAMUS ( O.S. ) 
 Noooooooooooo! 
 
 The birds cease to chirp. The robed man looks to the house with concern. 
 
 INT. KITCHEN - CONT. 
 
 ANGE bursts in with urgency. Seamus is on his knees with the fridge door flung open. 
 
 ANGE 
 Seamus what is it? What's the matter? 
 
 SEAMUS 
 Ange. There's -- there's no -- 
 
 Ange is terrified for the news. Seamus's eyes dart around, unable to process what's transpired. 
 
 SEAMUS 
 I -- I ca n't... 
 
 ANGE 
 Damn it Seamus what!? 
 
 She hurries to the fridge to find out for herself. 
 
 A moment. It sets in. 
 
 ANGE 
 God help us. 
 
 SEAMUS 
 What the hell is God gon na do Ange? 
 
 Ange slaps him hard across the face. It sobers him. 
 
 ANGE 
 Shut up! We wo n't live like this. I married a 
 war veteran damn it. Not a scared little boy. 
 You fucking hear me? 
 
 SEAMUS 
 Ange. We ca n't. 
 
 ANGE 
 Get the keys, and get the god damn car started 
 or Seamus you have lost another wife. 
 
 Seamus is at first in shock at her words, but then gathers himself and adopts a look of hard determination. 
 
 EXT. HOUSE - MORNING 
 
 Seamus sits in their Subaru, revving the engine. Ange races down the driveway and dives headlong through the open passenger window. She's wedged halfway in as Seamus floors it. 
 
 EXT. MAIN STREET - MINUTE LATER 
 
 The Subaru weaves through traffic at incredibly illegal speeds. Ange is slapping the roof of the car anxiously. 
 
 EXT. GROCERY STORE - MINUTE LATER 
 
 They screech to a halt right in front of the store, startling the nearby pedestrians. In seconds, Ange and Seamus are out of the car and into the store. 
 
 INT. GROCERY STORE - CONT. 
 
 SEAMUS 
 See any? 
 
 ANGE 
 Two o' clock. 
 
 They rush over to a STORE WORKER, Seamus rolling up his sleeves threateningly. 
 
 ANGE 
 Tell us where the god damn syrup is. No fucking 
 games okay?! 
 
 SEAMUS 
 Where's the fucking syrup? 
 
 STORE WORKER 
 Syrup, it's aisle four. Right there. Jeez. 
 
 SEAMUS 
 You got off easy buddy. 
 
 They sprint toward their target, but just then an elderly woman appears sluggishly pushing a cart out of the aisle. Seamus reactively propels himself off of her cart and bounds over her. He grabs the precious Aunt Jemima's and tosses it to Ange, then wall kicks off of the pancake mix shelf back over the geriatric. 
 
 ANGE 
 God damn it we did it. 
 
 SEAMUS 
 Not yet, let's go. 
 
 ANGE 
 Baby I love you. 
 
 SEAMUS 
 I know. 
 
 They sprint and make it the exit as the clerks and patrons watch in bafflement. 
 
 EXT. GROCERY STORE - CONT. 
 
 The second they make it out they stop dead in their tracks. An OFFICER writes on a pad set on their Subaru as another officer approaches. 
 
 OFFICER 
 Sir, ma'am, you're double parked in a no parking zone, I -- 
 
 Ange and Seamus each draw guns and then take swigs of the sweet mapley cargo. 
 
 OFFICER ( O.S. ) 
 Wait, take it easy folks... 
 
 SEAMUS 
 God damn it what a way to go. 
 
 ANGE 
 We both knew it would end like this baby. 
 
 They cock their guns and aim.
