Scene 1 EXT. Town Square (MIDDAY)
It is sunny, just before midday at the 'Festival of Fast Food'.
A large stage dominates the center of the paved square, with a judges table atop; draped in immaculate white linen.
There is a lot of noise coming from the bustling crowds that have turned out for today's event.
Wooden stands of rival fast food diners line the walls of the square.
Each stand has it's own grill and service area with it's logo adorned in fabric above the stand.
GREG, HEEMA and ERNIE arrive at the festival with boxes of food and drink.
They find most rival diners are already set up and have begun to serve the eager festival goers.
The trio quickly find the Quick Stop stand.
GREG
(arrogantly)
OK. You guys get set up here...
I'm going to check out the
competition.
Heema and Ernie look to each other and give disapproving glances as Greg walks off.
HEEMA
(annoyed sarcasm)
Sure...no problem.
They head around the back of the stand and Heema unlocks it.
They start to furiously unpack and prepare the stand to serve the customers at the festival.
Meanwhile, Greg is meandering around the square trying the different foods from all of the stands.
He spends almost 15 minutes filling his cheeks and his arms with all sorts of different types of fast food.
He glares at each of the stands' employees as he does so.
Greg returns to find large queues have formed outside the Quick Stop stand.
The crowd is waiting in anticipation for the shutters to open.
Greg nips around the back of the stand just as Heema and Ernie finish setting up.
HEEMA
Greg we're about ready to go.
We could use your help up here!
Greg is behind the stand and has hold of 2 sauce bottles; chilli and mustard.
GREG
(snapping)
One minute!
He looks round into the stand to see Ernie and Heema finishing cleaning all of the equipment in preparation.
Neither see Greg.
He sneaks back behind the stand and inspects the sauce bottles.
Greg then opens them both and mixes the two together, whilst looking over his shoulder ensuring no one can see what he is doing.
Screwing the top back on; Greg steps into the stand and hands the bottle over to Ernie.
Ernie looks at the bottle with confusion. He begins to ask Greg about the sauce.
ERNIE
(confused)
What sauce is thi...?
Greg purposefully cuts him short, slapping his hands together.
GREG
(with authority)
Lets get this stand open! Heema
you'll cook the food and Ernie;
you'll take the money and prepare
it for the customers to take away...
Greg pops his collar and grins.
GREG
...I'll keep check of the stock
behind the stand.
Greg steps out of the stand.
He sits on a box and leans against the back of the stand and relaxes.
Heema pokes her head out, she sees Greg sitting on the box with his eyes closed.
She scowls at him and spins around, walking back into the stand.
Greg laughs to himself.
GREG
(cocky)
Now just to wait for the
complaints to roll in. Ha!
A short while passes and Greg begins to hear customers praising the sauce.
He immediately sits up and leans his head towards the back door of the stand.
Greg's face glazes over as he listens intently.
CUSTOMER
(mumbling, mouth full of food)
Mmm! This sauce is delicious.
What's in it?
Ernie squeezes some onto his finger and tastes it.
ERNIE
mustard! I guess I must have
mixed them by accident.
Ernie looks around to see all of the customers commenting on how great the sauce tastes.
Greg hears Ernie say this and quickly becomes angry.
Knowing that he created this sauce and he's getting no credit for it.
Ernie looks across to Heema, through the now smokey air and shrugs his shoulders with a smile.
She smiles back.
HEEMA
Who'd have thought?
Greg wriggles and rushes to get up, but his bum falls into the box.
Leaving him stuck and Ernie to claim the creation of the sauce.
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