Scene: Fidels Cuba Resort, Hitler�s New house
Characters: **In Order Of Appearance** Andy Taylor (AT), Nick Rhodes (NR), John Taylor (JT), Simon Lebon (SL), Rodger Taylor (RT), Fidel Castro (FC), Paul McCartney (PM), Babs (B), Dubya (D), Hitler (H), Osama Bin Laden (OBL), Saddam Hussein (SH), Chuck (HB), Pirate Timothy (PT), Ninja Gregory (NG), Stalin (S), Waiter (W), Some Guy (GY), Mussolini (M), Eva (E), Clerk ( C ), Lead Mongol (LM), Greg (G) Scruffy the Janitor (SJ), Shades man (SM), King Geraldo (KG), Napoleons Ghost (NPG), King Mitch (KM) and Joe (J)
*The scene starts with the members of Duran Duran setting up the stage and talking amongst them selves*
AT: *Lying some where drunk* Hey guys your doing it wrong!
NR: Really!? Cause if so come over here and show me how to do it correctly!
AT: *All drunkly* You *Hiccup* know I would if I wasn�t so drunk�*Points all delayed*
NR: Then stop back seat driving�I mean back seat�building?
JT: That sounds about right Nick�
NR: Oh goody! *Hops around giddily*
SL: Hey john!
JT: Hey�Simon�
SL: Want to come over here and hold this in place while I put nails in it?
JT: I guess�*Walks over and holds up some wood*
SL: Yes�stand right there�*Stares at John*�Ohhhh that�s goood
*A while later*
JT: Uhm�Simon�hurry up and nail this! My arms hurt!
SL: Okay�I�ll stare at your lovely body some other time�
JT: What?
SL: *Nervous* What�I said nothing of your sexy body�nothing of the sort. *John looks at him* OH FINE! Your body is super stare-at-able. HAPPY!?
JT: *Outraged* No�WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!?
SL: Nothing�*Sniffs him frantically. Quiveringly* OHHH That�s gooood!
JT: SIMON! Stop being so creepy. We need to get this damn thing built. I�m not going to tolerate your�uhm�creepy ness anymore!
SL: FINE! God I can�t even sniff you or send my love anymore.
JT: *Drops the wood* That�s it! How many times do we have to go over this!? I don�t love you!
SL: But�you said you loved me once and sniffed me. And that�s why I sniff you cause you sniffed me *Smiles*�how can you not love me? After that showing of love!?
JT: SIMON! I told you Rodger threw that cocaine at you and I had to sniff it out. That stuff isn�t cheap. And I never said I loved you either. I was talking to the cocaine! Why don�t you understand anything!? *Simons sits there staring at him* SIMON!
SL: *Startled* Huh? Oh sorry I was caught up in your eyes. They are like pools of perfect color and love. You know? I could just swim in them�and I wouldn�t pee like in a public pool. I would hold it, cause we can�t pee in your eyes. Cause they are so perfectly lovely!
JT: God! I can�t take this anymore. I�m going to talk to Fidel! *Stops off*
SL: WAIT! *John turns* Can I have some fries with that shake, you � little � sex � shake � thing?
JT: You can finish this by yourself!
SL: But Rodger, Andy, and Nick are here.
JT: Oh�well just finish it with them I guess�
SL: But it�s already finished�
JT: Then just stand there�and talk to Andy or something!
SL: Okay�
JT: Alright�I�m um leaving now�*Stomps off*
RT: Hey�look the stage it�s finished! The stage! All done!
SL: Yeah! I just said that Rodger�
RT: Well SOOORY! But the stage is finished�
SL: Well what�dya know�
RT: *Takes a broom out of his pocket* I�ll SWEEP!
SL: I�ll WATCH! *Pulls up a chair to watch from* Sweep it up Rodg! Sweep it good!
NR: Na na na na na na na! Na na na na na! Owwa!
*All are look at Nick confused-ish*
RT: *Starts to sweep but stops* Wait Rodg? Who�s that?
SL: I thought it was your nick name�
RT: Who the hell established that!?
SL: I did just now�
RT: Well I don�t like it, don�t ever call me that again!
SL: You know what I think of you!?
RT: WHAT!?
*They get all close as if they are about to fight*
SL: I think you�re a fool!
RT: *Gasps in horror* Simon�I�m, I�m hurt�*Turns away and starts to sweep and cries all at once*
SL: YEAH! *Sits back in his chair*
NR: *Approaching Simon* I herd all of that Simon�
SL: *Shocked* Oh, Nick�you�re here�uhm want some tea?
NR: No�I�ll take some rum if you got any�YOU GOT ANY!?
SL: No�
NR: *Disappointed* Oh�well Simon I heard what you said to Rodger there�it wasn�t very nice
SL: But he deserved it�he wasn�t going to let me call him Rodg.
NR: What kind of name is Rodg any way? Should you really ruin a friend ship over that?
SL: Yeah�
NR: *Strictly* Simon!
SL: Uh! I guess not�
NR: Go apologize!
SL: Okay�*Walks over to Rodger* Rodger�I�m sorry I shouldn�t have called you a fool. I was�well I wasn�t thinking.
RT: I know�
SL: Friends?
RT: Why not!
SL: Well cause you wouldn�t let me call you Rodg�
RT: It was rhetorical�
SL: OH�
RT: Lets just be friends and hug�
SL: Okay! *They hug*
AT: *All drunkly* Guys�we gotta perform. The crowd is really pouring in�look at them there all jumping and excited! *Shouts* Hello New Jersey! WOO!
NR: *Looks out to the empty field then at everyone* Uhm�Andy, I think you�re a little to drunk�
AT: NO�you see that polka dotted hippo out there eating the low carb. corn chips he�s drunk. Gosh is he ever! *Starts to sing* I WANNA ROCK! ROCK!
SL: Andy�that�s not our song�
AT: WHAT!?
SL: That�s not our SONG!
AT: WHAT?
SL: *Slowly* That�s not our song!
AT: WHAT!?
RT: Uhm�Maybe you should just not talk any more�
AT: *Hiccup* Okay! *Passes out*
*Fidel and John come running out to check up on their progress*
FC: Hm�looks good guys. You�ll be able to perform here tonight right?
SL: Oh of course!
PM: *Comes running out* Hey� look at my stage. It�s so pretty the wood, the lights, the loose nails! It�s all so great! *Gets on his knees and starts to lick the floor*
FC: Paul�I told you. Your not performing. I was joking when I called you. I didn�t think you would be showing up.
PM: *Petting a post* Hey, I did! And now you must let me play! Or let me stay!
AT: Hey that rhymed!
FC: Fine you can stay but don�t touch anything!
PM: *Petting the posts and floor* Okay! I wont touch a thing!
FC: *Sighs and smacks his hands* Stop it you moron!
PM: FINE!
*Cuts to Hitler and pals in the guest wing*
B: *Putting in her ear rings* Guys, do you think this is going to be as fun as all our other adventures?
D: It has to be Babs! It just has to be�
H: *Walks in from the bathroom all suited up* Okay guys, I am so ready for this!
D: Wait your comb over isn�t gelled!
H: *Outraged* WHAT!? *Runs into the bathroom fixes it and comes back out* Alright NOW and am so ready for this!
OBL: *Putting on a fresh turban* I know. I can�t believe this is the end of our crazy journey�it seems like only a long while ago we started off.
SH: Osama is was only a long while ago we started off�
OBL: That�s why it seems that way�
HB: GUYS! I�m nervous�all the people we�ve ever known will be here�ALL OF THEM!
H: *Gasps* Even Stalin!
S: *In his cadge in the corner* Hey we are pals now�
H: *Chuckles* Oh yeah�sometimes I forget�like that I time I forgot to gel my come over�*All nod*
*Cuts to Fidel letting in some people while Duran Duran are playing*
AT: *Gets all into it and does a stage dive but no one catches him* Ooof! Ow�my teeth.
JT: *Sighs* Andy�get back up here�
AT: Alright! *Tries to get up* my legs! I�ve lost feeling in them. Well I�ll just fly my way out of this! *Flaps his arms crazily*
JT: ANDY! Your too damn drunk�you can�t fly.
AT: Yes I can! I did it once!
JT: You know what�we can play without you!
AT: That�s what you think!
JT: Don�t make me come over there! Cause I will, oh! How I will!
NR: *Runs in* Fella�s STOP! All this fighting isn�t natural�it�s down right wrong. Now lets just play�till that crazy Paul McCartney comes out and steals the stage. Okay?
AT, JT: Alright�*They hug*
JT: Wait why the hell did you do a stage dive if no one is even out there?
AT: There was some one�I crushed them�
JT: Oh alright�
AT: John�will you teach my to fly?
JT: Well�not now�cause I just told you, you couldn�t fly and well I�d look like a fool.
AT: Oh okay! *Grabs a microphone* Has anyone seen my tooth?
NR: Andy you just crushed the only person in the place�how is he supposed to know where you tooth is?
AT: Quiet earth monkey!
SL: JOHN! *Comes running over but trips and falls on top of John* Oh�why hello there Johnny. *Takes in a deep breath*
JT: Get off of me! *Pushes him off* What do you want?
SL: I wanted to fall on top of you�and it WORKED!
JT: Stop with this insanity!
SL: I�m not insane! I�m the captain of this ship and captains aren�t insane! *Starts to laugh insanely*
RT: Guys�we should really just play some songs�it�s all falling apart!
JT: Did you guys hear something?
*All shake their heads no*
RT: ARG! *Kicks a speaker* OW! My toes�I�m LEAVING! *Stomps off*
FC: *Turns in fear* NO! The band � falling � apart and it hasn�t even been 5 minutes�*Takes out a whistle that has the letters PM on them and he blows it*
PM: *Rushes over* Did I hear my whistle?
FC: You did�I need you to play music�Duran Duran has failed me�
PM: *Squeals with glee and runs over to the stage* It�s my turn boys! *Pushes them off*
AT: AH! *Keeps screaming like he�s fallen into a trench*
JT: *Sighs* Why do we keep bringing him places? I mean does he actually ever do anything?
SL: One time he helped me move into my new house�
JT: No he didn�t. He was there but he got drunk and played in a puddle the whole time.
SL: Well yeah�but he gave me a house warming gift!
JT: That was your lamp�and later he broke it�
SL: FINE! He doesn�t really do anything�
NR: It�s true he doesn�t�he was drunk the whole time we made this stage and played that song.
*Hitler, Osama, Babs, Dubya, Saddam, and a cadged Stalin on wheels come out to the party*
H: *Gasps* It�s PAUL! Paul McCartney!
PM: *Singing one of his songs and finishes* Okay thanks for that lovely applause now look people it�s: Hitler! Come on up Hitler!
H: Oh I couldn�t�
OBL: Yeah you could!
H: Oh alright! *Goes up on stage and everybody cheers* Oh thank you�you know I love Paul and well let�s hear it for him! *Dead silence except for one woo* Alright�I�m going to mingle Paul�
PM: FINE! I don�t need you! I don�t need any of you�your all against me. AGAINST ME! A-Ha a-ha ha ha ha!
FC: *Sighs*
*Everybody else kinda just goes into the crowd and gets lost in it*
H: *Walking around runs into some old pals* Timothy!
PT: Hitler! We heard about your party through our agent!
H: You have an agent?
NG: We used to�then they got lead poisoning�
H: Oh�I�m so sorry�then how did you hear about this party.
PT: That guy! *Points to Paul*
H: Oh�
NG: It�s okay�he was evil anyway! He once stole my ninja suit�I had to ninja him up.
H: It�s so nice to see you guys again, I hated how we ended it last time�
PT: Oh so how is Penelope?
H: *Gasps in sadness* She�was in a hot air balloon and it crashed. She didn�t make it. I�m sorry�
PT: No�your lying! YOUR LYING! *Falls down slowly sliding down Hitler�s arm* Noooo�she was the reason I got out of bed in the morning�the reason I lived!
NG: Timothy! Get a hold of yourself�she�s gone and there�s nothing we can do�
PT: I�I guess�but the hurt will always be there�to hurt me.
*Stalin is being wheeled over*
S: Hey. Timothy! Gregory! Nice to see you again. *Places his hand on Hitler�s shoulder*
NG: *Ninja chops his arm and does some ninja stuff to hurt him* Take that FOE! We may not work for Hitler any more but we are friends! And friends hurt other friends enemies!
H: Guys! Wait�we worked it all out. We are pals now.
NG: Oh *Chuckles* Sorry�
S: It�s okay I get that a lot�from you, old ladies, some guy with a brick, and an insane man who thought I was satan!
NG: Oh, adventurous!
S: *Slowly* Yeah�and painful!
*Cuts to Osama and Saddam meeting up with an old friend*
OBL: Hello waiter man!
W: *Nervously* Hi�do I know you two?
SH: Oh yes�we were the squirrels!
W: The ones who threatened me? With Portugal!?
OBL: Yes! *Laughs manically*
SH: *Eating some peanuts and sees Osama laughing so joins in. Starts to choke*
W: I�ll save you! *Does the hymlick*
SH: *Coughs out the peanut* Wow�thanks!
GY: *A peanut comes up to his foot* Oh a peanut! *Eats it*
W: You are welcome�I�d save you any day!
SH: That makes me feel so secure�and slightly wanting to get in trouble. To test you!
*Cuts to Mussolini mingling*
M: *Walking. He bumps into Eva* Oh I�m sorry�*Sees her face* Eva?
E: Um, it�s okay but who are you?
M: Mussolini! A friend of Hitler�s�it�s been so long. I�ve been wanting to meet you.
E: Oh�well I�m just going to go over here and not talk to you anymore.
M: Okay see ya around! *To himself* What a nice lady�*Bumps into the Clerk*
C: What do you think your walking into!
M: A�human?
C: NO! A clerk!
M: Um�I�m going to go now�*Runs away*
*Cuts to Stalin being wheeled around*
S: Oh my word! *Yelling* Mongol! Lead Mongol!
LM: Master? Master Stalin!? *Runs over to the cadge*
S: Oh it�s been so long since we�ve seen each other�you kinda just like disappeared.
LM: Well I�um�you know I don�t know where I went or what I did�but it must have been something special. Cause now I have this tattoo!
S: What is it?
LM: I think it�s a drunk bunny getting hit by an acorn�
S: Oh�*Tilts his head* I see it now.
*Both have a good laugh*
S: OH Mongol�the times we�ve had.
LM: They were something�*Both reminisce*
*Cuts to Babs and Dubya walking around*
D: How come we haven�t seen any of our old buddies?
B: Cause I don�t think we have any other friends�besides Hitler and the rest of the gang.
G: *Greg approaches* Babs!
B: Oh hello Greg. This is Dubya�I found him! *Chuckles* Turns out he was in the past.
G: Oh I�m so happy for you�
B: Thanks!
G: Now excuse me I have to go�*Walks away crying*
B: Okay bye Greg! That�s a nice kid. Don�t you think?
D: Yeah�I guess. OH LOOK! It�s my old pal Scruffy the janitor!
SJ: Hello there�uhm�*Squints and reads his name tag* Da�Da�Dayba.
D: Oh you and your crazy accents! *Pulls him aside* Okay here�s the plan! You pretend to be my old collage buddy�okay?
SJ: Have you seen my teeth?
D: Just play along�
SJ: Okay I�ll wait here.
D: *Pulls him back to Babs* HA HA HA! Oh scruffy I DO remember that one time when I got a perfect game in bowling!
SJ: WHAT!? Speak up! *Cups his hand around his ear*
D: Ah heh�were playing that can you hear me now game�*Shouting* Can you hear me now!?
SJ: Oh that sounds delightful�
D: What?
SJ: No thanks I�m about to go swimming. Don�t want any cramps! Okay giant talking bird I have to go now�
D: *Chuckles* Oh that scruffy he�s such a kidder!
B: Mhm�*Gasps* It�s the Shades man!
SM: ARG! I told you many a time it�s FRANK!
B: See how confused he is�he thinks his name is frank. *Shakes her head in shame for him* Poor confused man�okay I gotta go shades man! Bye. *Waves*
SM: ARG! FRANK! FRANK!
B: OH look it�s the marching band leader! Gosh I actually have many friends!
D: Stop rubbing it in!
*Cuts to Chuck*
HB: *Walking around scared and confused* Some one�HELP ME! *Faints*
H: My�Chuck sense�going�crazy�he might be in trouble! OH NO! He�s over there fainted! *Comes running over* Oh no�CHUCK! He wasn�t meant for such a crowd� especially one he doesn�t know! Lets get him to the stage!
NG: OKAY! Come Timothy!
PT: *Drops his ice cream and turns running* Okay!
*They take him to the stage for help*
PM: *Stops singing* Oh no what�s wrong with him!?
H: It was too crowded for him and he�he just couldn�t take it and fainted.
PM: I know what to do�
H: What Mr. McCartney?
PM: I�ll sing him a smooth melody that can revive him. No one can resist my smooth melodies�NO ONE!
H: Go for it!
PM: *Sings one of his smooth melodies* It�s working!
HB: *Chuck awakens* Wha? Where am I? Who�who are you!? *Points to some man*
KG: Why I am King Geraldo. I rule the underwater land of Alazka.
HB: You mean Alaska?
KG: No, that�s above water�this is underwater. And it�s some where near Japan.
HB: Well alright�
KG: I must go now. I have said to much to you of my home land. You might come and eat us *Gasps* I must go!�up up and hooray! *Flies away*
H: Um�that was weird.
HB: *Nods* Well�what happened to me?
NG: You passed out because of the large crowd and what not.
HB: I see�Well this shall not mess up this little hootenanny we have going on here�
H: Let us boogie on!
PM: BOOGIE! *Plays some jams and everybody boogies*
H: Woo-hoo!
*The earth begins to shake and rumble and every one runs around screaming just then a green ghostly figure emerges from the depths of the earth but by now everybody except Chuck, Hitler, Fidel, Babs, Dubya, Saddam, Osama, and Duran Duran has left*
NPG: Your boogieing has disrupted my slumber! Now I shall hurt you and�
D: *Coughs*
NPG: *Sighs* People! I emerge from the depths of the earth to show you the way of the�
D: *Coughs*
NPG: What!? Who dares to keep interrupting the great talkings of napoleons ghost!?
D: *Raises hand* It was me�I was choking�but now I am better.
NPG: Oh alright then�
FC: Who are you!? *Points to Hitler*
H: *Sighs* I told you many times. I�m Hitler!
FC: *Chuckles* Oh right�and you!? *Points to napoleon*
NPG: *Startled* How could you not recognize me!? Plus I had just said my name�
FC: I was pointing to that tree�
NPG: Oh�well anyway I am ruler of this land! And I will not have such�stupidity on my land! Now quiet earth monkey!
FC: But this is my land!
NPG: Nuh-Uh!
FC: Yuh-huh! Take this! *Tries to punch Napoleons but it doesn�t work*
NPG: *Shocked by this* What the hell do you think your doing?
FC: I was trying to teach you a lesson. But being the ghostly jerk you are you didn�t let me punch you!
NPG: Oh I�m sorry! Sorry that I went and died and tried to come back to my land and rule it again.
FC: It�s alright�just leave *Smiles*
NPG: NEVER!
FC: Well at least I floss!
NPG: *Gasps*
H: *Grabs Fidel�s shoulder and turns him* That�that was uncalled for. Why would you say such a thing?
FC: *Realizes what he�s done* I � I didn�t understand what was going on. I didn�t think it would come to this. Napoleon�s Ghost. I am sorry.
NPG: I forgive you�I have realized something to. We can share this land and make it ours. Cause when you share and all that�s what happens.
HB: I think your right!
NPG: Who are you?
HB: *Happily* Chuck!
NPG: Do us a favor�and stop talking.
HB: Oh�okay�.
FC: HEY! I am no earth monkey! I am a humanoid!
NPG: That was a little late fool!
FC: Yeah�sometimes I need to process.
NPG: Now all�leave my LANDS.
B: WAIT! You just said we could share these lands.
NPG: Oh�I lied.
OBL: *Drops to his knees* Curse you Napoleons Ghost! CURSE YOU!
NPG: Curse me!? CURSE ME!?
OBL: Yep�
NPG: NO ONE CURSES ME!
SH: Osama did�
NPG: GRR! *Zaps some tree* Whiteness my POWER!
H: NEVER!
JT: *Blows a whistle* Duran Duran UNITE! JOHN! Power of HAIR! *Moves had crazily around his hair gaining power*
SL: SIMON! Power of the Lebon! *Points to his name tag and grows powers*
AT: ANDY! Power of the DRUNK! *Drinks some more alcohol and powers up*
NR: NICK! Power of the K! *Pets his K and powers it up*
RT: RODGER! Power of the�shoes? *Takes off shoes and powers up?*
NPG: *Snickering*
RT: What are you snickering at!?
NPG: You don�t have a power�*Laughs*
RT: YEAH!?
NPG: YEAH!
JT: Well take THIS! *Runs in and uses his massive hair powers to hurt Napoleons head* and some of this! *Does more hair powers*
NPG: MY SKULL!
SL: *Runs in and makes his name uncool* Take this!
NPG: My PRIDE!
AT: *Throws a bottle at Napoleon* Ah ha ha!
NPG: OW! My Sober-ness!
NR: I am going to throw my extra K at you! *Throws it*
NPG: Ow! My SPLEEN!
RT: *Takes off his shoes and throws them* Take this!
NPG: Not smelly shoes! *Flies away* you haven�t seen the last of me Duran Duran! You haven�t seen the last on ME! *Flying away bumps into a tree* Ow�curse you tree�s! I�m all�discombobulated�AH! *Flies away*
SL: YAY! No Napoleon here tonight HOO! No Napoleon here tonight No No No Napoleon here tonight! He�s bumped into a tree! Shall we�victorize?
OBL: I�m on a DIET!
SH: *Sighs* Shh Osama�
H: Let us DANCE!
*The whole courtyard turns into a boogie floor and everyone boogies for an insane amount of time and eventually one by one they fall over exausted*
HB: *Breathing heavily* Well�that was the most fun boogieing I�ve ever done�
*All nod and say agreeable things*
OBL: Now what do we do?
SH: We could�
OBL: Pass out BROWNIES!
*All cheer and Osama passed out some brownies*
JT: These brownies�my god they are delicious!
SL: I know�how does he do it?
NR: I don�t know�should we ask him?
AT: *Drunkly* Maybe you should just fudge it!
RT: Um�Andy what does that mean?
AT: What does what mean?
RT: That thing you just said!
AT: What thing?
RT: *Sighs* Andy why are you such a moron?
AT: It�s in the genes�
RT: Your not wearing jeans�your wearing cargo pants�
AT: NO! The cranial�genes�like your brains and stuff�
RT: Oh�Is that why your mom is�well not smart?
AT: *Drunkly* Who?
RT: Your mom!
AT: *Drunkly* Hey what did she ever do to YOU!?
RT: She�s stupid!
AT: *Drunkly* When?
RT: *Sighs* I�m ignoring you�
AT: *Drunkly* Why come?
RT: You can�t even make a good sentence!
AT: *Drunkly* That right is not!
RT: *Picks up some keys and shakes them*
AT: *Laughs and takes them to play with* Ah ha ha!
JT: Um right so Osama�why are these so tasty?
OBL: Cause I add the right ingredients to make it just right�like NUTMEG!
*All Oooh in amazement*
SH: Yes Osama has a gift�the gift of BROWNIES!
JT: Why ever didn�t you use them to trick Napoleon into leaving?
OBL: I forget sometimes to get out the delectable brownies�
SL: Like Andy and his stupidity?
AT: Exactly!
RT: *Opens his mouth and puts up his finger but stops and just shakes his head* Andy�your such a moron�
AT: Your grandma�s garden!
RT: Why do I even try with you?
AT: *Shrugs* I unno
FC: Hey Hitler and past pals�
*All at once*
H: Yes?
M: What?
HB: Hmm?
FC: Are you ever going to go back to the past?
H: I don�t think so I like it here�it�s so nice and relaxing *Something explodes in the back round*�don�t you think guys?
HB: Oh yes!
M: Very soothing�like a waterfall.
D: You guys going to come back and live with ME!?
H: I don�t think so I�m going to send for my dog and then find a place of my own�well not for just myself Chuck and Mussolini will be there with me.
M: Really!?
H: Yup!
M: *Cheers* YIPPIE!
JT: Well Fidel this was some party�you should call us for any other events�
FC: Oh I will!
JT: Come Duran Duran we must go home!
*Duran Duran gets up and flies away and everyone waves goodbye*
B: Okay guys me and Dubya should get home�come Dubya!
D: I don�t want to go. I don�t wanna go!
B: Dubya come on! *Dubya grabs on to a pole and Babs pulls on his leg* COME ON!
D: I�m staying!
B: I�ve got candy!
D: Oh candy! *Lets go and there go and get in a taxi and everyone waves goodbye to them*
SH: Okay�well I should get back to Iraq to cause more Havoc�tata! *Leaves*
OBL: And I should get back to Afghanistan and threaten more small countries. That can�t fight back�
H: Sounds fun! Bye
OBL: Bye *Waves and leaves*
H: Okay Fidel this was fun�what with the music and the brownies. We�ll see you some other time�Ta!
FC: Bye all�*Goes into his house*
*Everyone gets into the Taxi and they get back to America and go to New york they are driving by some house*
HB: Hitler look that one is for sale! We should get it�it�s so beautiful
M: OH shucks�it�s already sold�look at it.
H: You know who bought it?
M: No�I could find out!
H: No, no it was me!
*Both gasp and hug Hitler they run into the house and check it all out and Joe runs up through the yard and Hitler is excited*
H: JOE! When did you get here?
J: Ruff ruff ruff ruffy ruffed rufficels.
H: OH�I�m so excited you�re here Joe�some in the house and join our new life�
M: I�m just a little sad we wont see the others for so long�
HB: Me too�maybe some day we will like go some place and meet up with a few�like a concert�or something.
H: YEAH! But whatever happened to Stalin, Mitch, Jeff, and goaty?
*The phone rings and Hitler answers*
KM: HEY! You know me goaty and jeff�well we are alive and going to stay with Fidel. Okay?
H: Well alright! Have fun!
KM: We will oh and Stalin was here with us and he said hey!
H: OH well tell him I said HEY!
KM: Okay �we have to go now bye! *Hangs up*
H: Bye! *Hangs up* Hey guys everyone�s alright Mitch, Goaty, Jeff, Stalin!
*All cheer*
H: This is going to be the best life EVER!
And Scene