Tires SCREECH. Dude 2 stands up. Theres a small crash outside Dude 2 yells in a dramatic fashion, like a squab Dude 2 GUNSHOTS! Dude 2 hunts for his beloved beagle, Gunshots, around the corner of the living room he shares with his lover, The Boy The Boy and Dude 2 look at each other The Boy Where is he? Dude 2 I have no idea... Could it... Both run outside, shouting GUNSHOTS! White suburban momtypes begin to accumulate at the sides of the road In the distance, a shout of FREEZE! rings The Boy and Dude 2 look at each other again A mom yanks on a police cap and pulls out her nightstick and a leash, swinging ominously
dude, gunshot, momtypes, boy, ominously