[the mouse is lying helpless in front of the two Smuntzes]
Lars:
Look, he's still breathing.
Ernie:
Well, kill him! Find a blunt object!
[Lars grabs a fireplace shovel and raises it over the mouse]
Ernie:
Let him have it!
[Lars tries several times, but can't]
Ernie:
What the hell are you waiting for?
Lars:
I can't just hit him with a shovel.
Ernie:
Why not?
Lars:
Well, look at him, he's pathetic!
Ernie:
Pathetic? He's Hitler with a tail! This is The Omen with whiskers! Nostradamus didn't see this thing coming!
Lars:
Ernie, he's a living thing...
Ernie:
Not for long, give me that!
[He grabs the shovel and tries to whack the mouse, but can't]
Ernie:
I CAN'T!
[He sobs, beating his own forehead with the shovel]
Ernie:
Look at him just lying there. It just doesn't feel very sportsmanlike!
Lars:
We'd better do something quick, I think he's coming to!
[Cut to Lars and Ernie driving to the Post Office. Ernie is holding a small box addressed "TO FIDEL CASTRO, HAVANA, CUBA." Scratching is heard inside the box, and Ernie raises it to his ear]
Ernie:
Aw... I forgot to put holes in the box.
[Ernie chuckles evilly. At the Post Office, they drop the box through a slot and watch it slide down the mail chute]
Ernie:
Hasta la vista, you little rat bastard!
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:21