Jack and Cyndi are bouncing around each other on Spacehoppers in a figure of eight. Jack is wearing a blond wig and a dress, Cyndi is in a bra, knickers and stockings. Each time they pass they shoot at each other with water pistols. This they do for about a minute without saying a word.
JACK: So what do you think? Two weeks in. Is it just as you anticipated?
CYNDI: More – much, much more. Who’d have believed it?
JACK: How long do you think we can keep it up for?
CYNDI: Hey, now that we’re in, they can’t throw us out, not before 2053, at least.
JACK: It was awfully good of you to lend me your dress.
CYNDI: Not at all. I mean, it looks better on you than on me, anyway.
JACK: Did they give you a blue pill or a pink pill?
CYNDI: No pills for me. They told me I was beyond help which made me a perfect candidate for the position.
JACK: Then I’m in distinguished company indeed.
CYNDI: We are both privileged to be here. If it weren’t for the apocalypse…
Sound of a claxton
ANNOUNCER: (O/S) Calling all Monster Raving Loonies. This is your 5 minute call. Cabinet meeting in 5 minutes.
CYNDI: After you, Prime Minister.
They both bounce off stage whistling ‘Hi ho, hi ho.’