I have a plan sir.
CUT BACK TO windows of INDIAN parliament. INDIAN SENTRIES suspiciously
peering towards Obama's entourage lines. Wind whistles.
Shot of the empty scrubland or undergrowth or woodland around the
parliament. Emptiness. Wind. More shots of the INDIAN SENTRIES peering
into the dusk.
During all this the sounds of extensive carpentry have possibly been
herd, followed by silence, followed by renewed outbursts or activity.
CLOSE-UP INDIAN SENTRIES looking very nervous. Dawn breaking. Shot of
woodland. Nothing. Wind. Dawn still breaking. Shots of the
INDIAN SENTRIES. They suddenly hear something. A faintly detectable squeaking
which is getting louder.
CUT TO WIDE SHOT of parliament and woodland. Squeaking getting
louder. Shot of the INDIAN SENTRIES pointing. WIDE SHOT again. The
squeaking gets louder an enormous twenty-foot-high wooden rabbit is
wheeled out of the undergrowth into the open space in front of the
parliament. The OBAMA entourage scuttle back into the undergrowth. The rabbit has
a large red bow tied round it and a rather crudely written label,
which reads "Pour votres amis INDIANS". The INDIAN SENTRIES looks at
it, narrowing their eyes. Then he turns and leaves the window.
CUT TO OBAMA and COMPANY watching from the bushes. The main door of
the parliament opens a little and the INDIAN SENTRIES heads sticks out,
then another INDIAN SENTRIES head, then another. They mutter to each other in
Hindi, look rather pleased, then rush out and start to pull the giant
CUT BACK TO OBAMA and entourage behind some bushes watching.
Now what happens?
Well now, YOU, HILLARY, and I wait until nightfall and
then leap out of the rabbit and take the INDIANS by surprise, not only
by surprise but totally unarmed!
Who ... Who breaks out?
Er ... We ... YOU, HILLARY, and I ... Er ... leap out
of the rabbit and ...
HILLARY covers her eyes.
Look, if we were to build a large wooden badger...