kittin 8

amos: [clutches hat] by prince harry's tiny beard, it's windy up here
narrator: you mind your language, my boy, or i'll fill your shoes with pennies
amos: you would never do such a thing!
dave: [hissed whisper] it is not customary to argue with the narrator
amos: well i don't think he's a very nice man
jj: hey fellas, me and the doc were thinking about doing some kite surfing. are you kids down with this kite-surfing jazz?
amos: i had a kite once
jj: that's profound, amos [aside, to dave] can we leave him behind?
narrator: that sounds like a very good plan indeed! and so, our friends (but not amos) went to a high place with a kite and a surfboard, to see what they could see
amos: wow! what a view
dave: [loudly, anxious] IT IS NOT CUSTOMARY to defy the narrator!
amos: he defied me first!
heavenly voice: here ye, here ye
all: [hear ye]
heavenly voice: i have a song for y'all
all: [listen intently]
heavenly voice: [delicately] let's go fly a kite, up to the stalagtite
amos: nonono, you've got it wrong
dave: amos, are you trying to get us all killed?
amos: whatever do you mean?
dave: you keep arguing with omniscient, omnipresent deities!
jj: [finishes tying kite to surfboard] [low voice] on you get, doc
dr moose: *meow* [begins surfin' the air-waves like a pro]
narrator: it's a KITTEN IN A TIN ON A SURFBOARD IN THE SKY, ohmagawd
dr moose: *meow*
amos: he's flying
dave: he's drifting away!
dr moose: *meow*
jj: oh, buttersticks [leaps into air and grabs hold of kite]
[a gust of wind blows them higher]
dave: jeremy-jeremy! dr moose! no!
wind: [swoosh]

TO BE continued...