Freelance

AT RISE:

MAX, a young man in a bright pink bathrobe, sits at a small kitchen table. Atop the table is a shiny silver toaster. Max stares at the toaster, occasionally prodding it with a fork.

MAX:
Intriguing.

SAM enters. He is a similarly young man, though he is clad only in the skimpiest of briefs. It is not an impressive sight, yet enthralling in it's own way.

SAM:
Toaster, eh?

MAX:
Toaster indeed.

SAM:
I see. Query.

MAX:
Recognized.

SAM:
What's so interesting about that toaster?

MAX:
I have reason to believe that there is a frog in it.

Max produces a post-it note, and hands it to Sam.

SAM:
(reading)
"There is a frog in the toaster. Do not be alarmed." Curious.

MAX:
Curious indeed. All the more so for the origin of this note.

SAM:
That being?

MAX:
It was stuck to my forehead when I woke up this morning.

SAM:
Ah. Foul play then.

MAX:
Perhaps. I'm trying to hold off on such a judgement until i have concluded my inquiries.

He pokes the toaster once more with the fork.

MAX:
Foul play it is.

SAM:
Dastardly. May I suggest a course of action that might bring this investigation to a close?

MAX:
By all means.

SAM depresses a lever on the side of the toaster, activating it's heating element. After a moment, a small frog jumps out.

MAX:
Well, that's another case closed. Well done, one and all.

The frog gives a small ribbit.

SAM:
You've got that right!

They laugh. Freeze frame.

BLACKOUT. END PLAY.