YOUNG JACK:
((Young Jack sits in one of the little chairs, the one with his name across the back of it.))
**Okay, folks, I guess we need ta take 5 here. No offense to any directors, but I'm tired out. And no, not because of that, so stop sniggering, you gaffer.**
((Jack rolls his eyes... and sits back in the chair reading his script. %% It's actually a giant book of Mad Libs, but someone forgot to tell him. %%))
**We're gonna need the tapdancing basques, Victoria.... I guess you're already on top of that....
And Mr. Indapaddock, lets get the rest of them ballet-dancin' sheep off the mountain so we can get on with the next scene.
I know, I know, sorry Aunt Em and Miss Jane, I'm tryin' ta direct again. This next scene's important though. I'm jes' tryin' to make sure its a good one.
And I guess, Ms. Spanky, we're gonna need some special effects... the fires of hell for Aguirre's song. I knew you don't go down there regularly but this is a special occasion. Of course, the Orchestra is always ready, I've noticed. So looks like we're all just about ready.**
((Young Jack suddenly wakes up in his trailer in the middle of the night; the strange dreams of dancing sheep have returned.))