GUY RAPHAELSON:
((After flying for what seems like hours, Guy finally arrives in Texas in the blazing June heat.))
%% It's 108! How do they stand it down here!%%
((As the sun begins to sink beneath the horizon, Guy looks at the waiting crowd of barely-paid extras who really just came to see a good show at the rodeo. The crowd goes silent as Guy climbs the stairs leading to the announcer's stand.))
**Thud! Thud! Is this thing on? Okay, I guess it is.**
((Guy takes a breath to steady himself.))
**Um, it looks like we may have to cancel this rodeo. We can't seem to find the announcer. We've already called in Inspector Moose, but it looks like we won't find the announcer tonight. So, unless someone else is willing to come up here and be the rodeo ceremonial master, we'll have to cancel and move on to the next scene. Anyone want to try?**