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CAST & VOICE TALENT
Written By: Cody Hightower & George Wolf
NARRATOR: Well hello there! Welcome back to our podcast. This week we have another one
of our minisodes for you. From a recent episode of the Sickleman’s Saga fans became
enamored with our dynamic pair of radio hosts; Charles Bishop and The Night Wolf. Hugo
Warren, our favorite investigative reporter, is still on the hunt for the whereabouts of the
Overseer. Meanwhile the dysfunctional duo have been left to run the radio station while hes
away. Can these two get along for the sake of the business? Or will their heated feud be the
undoing of the future of radio? Well there's only one way to find out. Lets listen in.
BEGIN SCENE 1/TRANSITION MUSIC
SFX: RADIO TUNER GOES IN AND OUT
NIGHT WOLF: Owwww that was another classic hit by the lovely Rhonda Rads, entitled
“I kissed a Ghoul and I liked it”. Up next a hard hitting track from the boys of RUN O.M.G,
here’s “Straight outta Charleston”.
SFX: HITS BUTTON/FLICKS SWITCH/LIGHT CIGARETTE/TAKE A DRAG
NIGHT WOLF: (exhales) Man I’m getting tired of this shit. Bossman is working me to the
bone with all these double shifts. If I keep this up I’ll be toes up in the grave before forty.
CHARLES BISHOP: Can’t hack it anymore eh Wolfy?
NIGHT WOLF: (coughs) Damnit! Don’t sneak up on a guy like that and it’s Night Wolf to you,
you prep school prick! How long you been standing there?!
CHARLES BISHOP: Long enough to know that you can’t keep this up. Working like a mutated
mongrel, day in and day out. Aren’t you tired? Longing to be able to sleep more than a few
hours, have a life outside of here, meet a gorgeous girl..or two?
NIGHT WOLF: Sounds like a pipe dream. What’s your angle pretty boy?
CHARLES BISHOP: No angle my friend but an opportunity…
NIGHT WOLF: Pump the brakes there, we ain’t friends, get to the point.
CHARLES BISHOP: Right. You need a break, let me help you. I’ll take over working for you
while you go out and enjoy life. Go shoot up some hordes or visit a local bar, whatever the
unrefined do for fun…
NIGHT WOLF: Hey, watch it!
CHARLES BISHOP: The point is, I will look after the studio until you come back.
NIGHT WOLF: And in return?
CHARLES BISHOP: Nothing major, just the daytime slot for the radio station..
NIGHT WOLF: (laughs) You serious?
CHARLES BISHOP: Serious as a case of Rad Worms. So what do you say?
NIGHT WOLF: I say whatever you’re smoking in your pipe let me try. Boss said nothing about
no day time position. Trust me I’ve tried, even if they’re we’re you wouldnt have first dibs, so
get bent trust fund baby.
CHARLES BISHOP: How dare you! You dirty greaser…
NIGHT WOLF: Greaser?! You pre pubescent…
SFX: INCOHERENT FIGHTING/DOOR FLIES OPEN
HUGO WARREN: What in Helvetia is going on here?! You’re supposed to be running a radio
NIGHT WOLF: I was until he showed up spouting about a daytime position like he knows
HUGO WARREN: (Sighs) Thanks Bishop...
CHARLES BISHOP: Sorry boss it kind of just slipped out.
NIGHT WOLF: Wait? So it’s true?
HUGO WARREN: Look I was out in Grafton to meet a colleague of mine to get an update on
the Overseers last location. We were catching up when I mentioned to her about the radio
and creating a daytime position. Charles passed by and overhead. Once I was done there I
came straight here to tell you.
NIGHT WOLF: He was just passing by? Right. Sounds like some stage 5 stalker to me. What
were you doing there Bishop?
HUGO WARREN: You know he’s got a point. You kind of appeared out of nowhere. What
were you doing in Grafton?
CHARLES BISHOP: I was in pursuit of a crim… I uh heard there was a silver shroud sighting
and as President of his fan club I thought it pertinent that I check it out.
HUGO WARREN: Oh. Alright then.
NIGHT WOLF: What? Seriously boss? You’re going to buy that lame excuse from this prim
and proper piss ant. I mean looking for the Silver shroud? What kind of loser…
CHARLES BISHOP: Loser?! LOSER?! Don’t you dare speak an ill word against such a
courageous… and extremely attractive hero of Appalachia!
NIGHT WOLF: Are you kidding me? Some guy creeps around in a trench coat and a silver
scarf and he’s a hero? What’s even up with that outfit, looks like he’s going streaking in the
middle of winter, must be straight from the looney bin!
CHARLES BISHOP: That’s it! I can stand a lot but I can’t stand no more! It’s fist a cuffs with
you, you rapscallion!
NIGHT WOLF: Oh so you want to rumble do ya? Let me show you how we do it in the
streets. I’ll knock that silver spoon right out of your mouth!
HUGO WARREN: Enough! I thought you two might act like this. Well news flash! I don’t have
time for this. The Overseer is still out there and the bag count is getting higher everyday.
Camp Wannagrindalot is open again for some twisted reason. The fuse is lit boys and
something is about to blow wide open. Meanwhile my hope for saving the radio station is in
the hands of two man babies arguing over made up comic book characters!
CHARLES BISHOP: Actually he’s not made…
HUGO WARREN: Quiet!
NIGHT WOLF: Wait what do you mean…”save the radio station”? You’re keeping an awful lot
of secrets boss and I’ve been faithful to this business from r a long time. Start talking you owe
me that much.
HUGO WARREN: Look the radio hasn’t been bringing in the viewers like it used. People are
more interested in dropping Nukes on each other or collecting clothing with their friends. If
we don’t figure out something soon were going under.
CHARLES BISHOP: What about if we do advertisements. You know, posters and billboards.
People hang those in their camps all the time.
HUGO WARREN: Nice, I like it. What else you got?
NIGHT WOLF: We could start doing more commercials on the air, the local stores are a ghost
town but I’ve seen these vending machines in nearby camps. We could partner with them.
HUGO WARREN: I like where this is going but we need something more substantial.
Something to keep people listening for more than a few minutes. I got it! We’ll put on a radio
NIGHT WOLF: Say what now?
CHARLES BISHOP: Brilliant! I used to listen to those all the time with my Father growing up.
Different stories, different voice actors, sound effects, this is going to be great!
NIGHT WOLF: You sure about this Boss?
HUGO WARREN: It’s a risky move but I know a guy who did a similar thing North of here and
it turned out great for him So why not? In fact, here’s what we’re going to do. A radio station
triathlon. The best commercial, the best ad revenue and the best radio play concept.
Whoever wins gets the daytime position.
CHARLES BISHOP: A competition eh? I’m in!
HUGO WARREN: What about you Night Wolf?
NIGHT WOLF: Normally I’d say know. But if winning means wiping the smirk off of
trust fund baby’s face…Let’s do it.
SFX: ALERT ON PIPBOY CHIMES
HUGO WARREN: Hmmm...Well that’s good to hear. I got to go. Another lead to
follow up on. Good luck to you boys!
NIGHT WOLF: Wait! Where do you want us to start?
HUGO WARREN: Frankly my boys…I don’t give a damn! Work it out amongst
yourselves, Oh but a word of caution. Whatever you do, don’t muddy the name or
reputation of my family’s radio station. Otherwise you better hope the Overseer finds
you before I do. Alright? Good!
HUGO WARREN: (Starts to fade off in distance,says to self) Have fun realigning that
signal boys . I’ll be back when I can….
SFX: DOOR CLOSES BEHIND HIM
CHARLES BISHOP: What just happened?...
NIGHT WOLF: Not sure…but no time to waste.
SFX: FLICKS ON A SWITCH
NIGHT WOLF: Alright listeners, get ready for another hour long run of your favorite
music dedicated to all you survivors out there just trying to make your way in the
world. Let’s kick it off with a little alternative. From the Album “Junkies Build” yep you
know the one…here’s Simple Cram with “Im Addicted to You”.
SFX: HITS SEVERAL SWITCHES/CLICKS A FEW BUTTONS
NIGHT WOLF: Have fun on the night shift. I’m out!
CHARLES BISHOP: Wait where are you going?
NIGHT WOLF: Overheard the Boss talking on the phone the other day about using a
Radio receiver in Watoga to boost the stations signal. Figure I’d start there. You can
stay here with your thumb up your ass, I’m gettin to work.
CHARLES BISHOP: Forced to work with such a dubious degenerate. You shall not
win this! For by day I shall rule the airwaves as Charming Charles Bishop and then
by night I shall rule the streets as their protector, for I am….the Silver!...
NIGHT WOLF: (In the distance) Are you in there talking to yourself again? Hey, don’t
forget to lock up!
CHARLES BISHOP: Wait what? I don’t even have a key. Wait for me!...
SFX: DOOR SLAMS BEHIND HIM
END SCENE 1/TRANSITION MUSIC/BEGIN SCENE 2
NIGHT WOLF: You don’t need to follow me. Last thing I need is some lost puppy
CHARLES BISHOP: I am not following you, I just happen to be walking in the same
NIGHT WOLF: Right….Look if you’re “heading in the same direction” you might as
well lend a hand. I’ve located the receiver the Boss was talking about. If we can re
align it we should be able to boost our signal at the radio station. According to the
signal I picked up it should be...there! See that building with the crashed vertibird?
That’s our mark.
CHARLES BISHOP: Color me impressed Night Wolf. Where’d you learn all this
NIGHT WOLF: What? Oh uh…my old man. He was in the military, the head of
communications. Taught me everything I know. That’s how I got into radio, he would
have me listen in on his calls. Hearing the fellow commanders shout orders, listening
in on enemy chatter. The explosions and gunfire. I was just drawn to it.
CHARLES BISHOP I never took you as the military type…
NIGHT WOLF: Me? Nah! My old man loved it though. I just like spending time with
the old man around the radio. Talking about life,girls,whatever…. What about you
Richie Rich? All that money and you wanted to do radio?
CHARLES BISHOP: Well it started…
SFX: SCORCHBEAST SCREECHING
NIGHT WOLF: Postpone that background story Bishop. We got to get to the top of
this building and deal with that Scorchbeast before he wrecks the receiver. Ya dig?
CHARLES BISHOP Right! Lead the way.
SFX: RATTLES CHAINS/YANKS ON DOOR REPEATEDLY
NIGHT WOLF: Damn someone locked this up tight!
CHARLES BISHOP: there! We could jump from rooftop to rooftop and cutover from
the adjacent building.
NIGHT WOLF: Youre serious? Those buildings arent exactly rubbing up against
eachother you know. Las time i checked neither one of us can fly and im not carryin
any power armor with a jetpack.
CHARLES BISHOP: nothing gets by you pal! Except maybe this....?
SFX: SLOTHES LIQUID AROUND IN VIAL
NIGHT WOLF: What exactly is that?
CHARLES BISHOP: This here is cutting edge science, a genetically modified boost of
juice we need to get us to the top of that tower lickity split!
NIGHT WOLF: English Charlie...English!
CHARLES BISHOP: It’s a mutation serum. Specifically of the Marsupial variety.
NIGHT WOLF: (quickly) No no no no no. Pump the breaks there bud. I got nothing
against experimental drugs but I aint taking any and jumping off a roof.
CHARLES BISHOP: I see...a demonstration perhaps?
SFX: POPS CORK/SWALLOWS
NIGHT WOLF: Charlie come on buddy! We got to get back to the station, I only got
an hour long playlist running. I don’t want to have to carry you back because youre
SFX: KANGAROO BOUNCING NOISE
NIGHT WOLF: What the.....maybe I’m the one trippin...
CHARLES BISHOP:“Tripping” you are not pal. Behold the marsupial mutation!...
CHARLES BISHOP: Drink! We must make haste to stop the foul beast from destroy
the radio receiver!
NIGHT WOLF: Yeah....No thanks “pal”. Im just going to shoot off the locks on the
door. Should have just done that in the first place
SFX: GUN FIRES/CHAINS DROP/SHAKES DOOR BUT WONT BUDGE
NIGHT WOLF: Damnit! Something is blocking it from the other side.
CHARLES BISHOP: Why don’t we just...
WOLF: (Snaps) Just give me a minute okay?!
CHARLES BISHOP: Wait.... are you scared of heights? Ahah! Hahahahha! The great
Night Wolf of RBTS radio station is afraid of heights. Ahah! Oh this is just too good!
Wait till the fellas at the fan club hear about this!
NIGHT WOLF: Hey! Shut it pretty boy! The Night Wolf isnt afraid of nothing! I just
don’t like the idea of ending up as a paper bag from that far up.
SFX: SCORCHBEAST SCREECHES/SOUNDWAVES HIT BUILDING
CHARLES BISHOP: Time to conquer your fear pal. That reciever isnt going to hold
out much longer against our bat friend.
NIGHT WOLF: Ahhh! Screw it!
SFX: POPS CORK/CHUGS SERUM
CHARLES BISHOP: Bravo chap! Now jump up here, theres no time to waste.
NIGHT WOLF: Alright! Here goes nothing!
SFX: KANGAROO BOING/SLAMS INTO A BILLBOARD
CHARLES BISHOP: OOOOOOOOO! That must of hurt, don’t worry same thing
happened on my first try. Just lean in the direction you want to go before you jump.
Try it again.
SFX: KANGAROO BOING/LANDS ON ROOFTOP
NIGHT WOLF: Whew! I did it! Hahaha! This is actually kind of fun.
CHARLES BISHOP: Good show Night Wolf, not lets get to that radio reciever.
SFX: BOUNCING CONTINUES IN BACKGROUND
NIGHT WOLF: (out of breath) Ah...we made it. Man that’s harder than it looks
CHARLES BISHOP: Look the scorchbeast is gone. Lets get to the radio array before
he comes back. What are you?...
SFX: RUMMAGING THROUGH PARTS IN HIS BACKPACK
CHARLES BISHOP: Is that a?...
NIGHT WOLF: Yep, a Mr. Handy. Swiped it from the Robco Research Center awhile
back. Programmed it to help out around the studio.
SFX: CRANKS WRENCH/DRILL TIGHTENS
CHARLES BISHOP: How come I’ve never seen it befor then?
NIGHT WOLF: Never tried it out before but here goes nothing.
SFX: SNAPS PARTS TOGETHER/CRANKS WRENCH/FLICKS SWITCH/HUMS
MRS. HANDY: Ah! Where am I?! W...w..whats going on?
CHARLES BISHOP: It seems to be a “she” instead of a ”he” ?....I think you grabbed a
Nanny bot, not a Mr. Handy...
MRS. HANDY: H...h...Who are you two?!
NIGHT WOLF: Easy there Miss. We’re not going to hurt ya.
CHARLES BISHOP: Oh for pete sake Wolf shes not a dog. (speaks slowly and clearly)
You are a servant....a Nanny Bot model designed to carry out what we ask.
MRS. HANDY: (looks at Wolf) Whats wrong with him? Is he a bit slow?
NIGHT WOLF: Oh most definitely
CHARLES BISHOP: How dare you talk to me like that you rusty bucket of bolts! You
NIGHT WOLF: Easy Bishop she doesn’t mean anything by it. These robots are all a
little different. Its just her programming
CHARLES BISHOP: Programming my foot. Shes certainly not like any of the Nanny
bots I grew up with. They should have programmed some manners into her.
MRS. HANDY: Well for starters...Bishop was it? Funny you don't seem like the
religious type. I am not a Nanny Bot but a Mrs. Handy bot, thank you very much. I’m
not some submissive trollop designed to satisfy the male ego...among other things.
NIGHT WOLF: A Mrs. Handy? Well thats wild, never heard of one. What are you able
to do, might I ask M’am?
MRS.HANDY: Well with manners like that you certainly may. (Looks at Bishop) You
could learn a thing or two from your friend here.
CHARLES BISHOP: Im not sure I like this gal....
MRS. HANDY: Oh don't fret Bishop. I’m just poking a little bit of fun. Now to answer
your question...I’m sorry I didn't catch your name Handsome.
NIGHT WOLF: Night Wolf.
MRS. HANDY: Oooh how exotic. Yes, well Night Wolf, I can do anything those Mr.
Handys can do, I just do it with twice the class and a bit of sass.
CHARLES BISHOP: Hmph! A bit?
MRS. HANDY Oh don't look so wounded Tiger, a good looking fella like you I’m sure
is strong enough to take a little lip from a lady, now aren't you?
CHARLES BISHOP: Well of course I am!
MRSHANDY: Grand! Now what exactly is it, that I can help you gentlemen with?
NIGHT WOLF: Mrs. Handy, can you re-align this receiver to our radio station to boost
MRS. HANDY: Does a Sheepsquatch have Quills? Of course I can darling, just punch
those coordinates into my mainframe.
SFX: BUTTONS CLICK/INTERNET NOISE
MRS. HANDY: Hmmm seems the reciever is operational. Go ahead and input your
SFX: CLICKS ON KEYS
MRS.HANDY: Got it, re-aligning receiver for RBTS radio station. Now I just need a
that magic word before I can continue.
NIGHT WOLF: Damn! I didn't know there was going to be a password...
CHARLES BISHOP: She said magic word, not a password...
MRS. HANDY: Well look at that he’s not just a pretty face. Brains too? Quite the catch
aren't we Bishop?
NIGHT WOLF: Oh I get it...Mrs. Handy would you pl..
MRS. HANDY: Now hold on there sailor! I appreciate you trying but I want to hear it
CHARLES BISHOP: Me? Well this is ridiculous! I'm not going to play your little...
NIGHT WOLF: Charles! Come on man, we don't have time for this just do it.
CHARLES BISHOP: Oh alright! (Mumbles: Never in my life have I been treated in such
a manner...clears throat) Mrs. Handy, would you please start the re-alignment?
MRS. HANDY Mmmm music to my hears. Why of course I will sugar. Now stand back
and watch how a lady gets things done.
SFX: SCORCHBEAST SCREECHES/WINGS FLAP
MRS. HANDY: Looks like an overgrown bat is about to crash our party boys. Do a girl
a favor and keep him out of my hair would ya?
NIGHT WOLF: Alright Bishop, lets see if youre worth your salt.
CHARLES BISHOP: Nothing to worry about pal. I the sil...(clears throat) I Charles
Bishop shall protect this rooftop from any flying foe that dares molest our endeavor.
They shall regret their transgression and I shall be their swift justice!
NIGHT WOLF: (says to Mrs. Handy) I swear that guy spends too much time is his Fan
Club. He’s even starting to sound like the Silver Shroud.
MRS.HANDY: I guess we all need a hobby right?
SFX: SCORCHBEAST SCREECHES/FLAPS WINGS
CHARLES BISHOP: Eat lead cur!
SFX: LOADS TOMMY GUN/BULLETS FLYS/SOME RICHOET
MRS. HANDY: Hmmm well this looks interesting. Seems there's multiple radio
receivers spread out and most of them are connected to Top of The World.
NIGHT WOLF: Top of the World? Is some broadcasting from there?
MRSHANDY: Looks like it and an AI at that. A coding not that different from mine.
NIGHT WOLF: How much time until the re-alignment is complete?
MRS. HANDY: Oh I‘d say another 5 minutes as long as Dracula plays nice.
NIGHT WOLF: Well I doubt that but we’ll take care of him. Bishop, think we can
hold off this thing for another 5 minutes?
CHARLES BISHOP: Can do pal! Consider it...
SFX: SCORCHBEAST SCREECHES/SENDS SHOCKWAVES
CHARLES BISHOP: Ah!...Just a scratch, nothing I cant handle.
SFX: COLLAPSES ON GROUND
NIGHT WOLF: Bishop! Hang on! Mrs. Handy you going to be alright?
MRS. HANDY: Oh I’ll be just fine dear. Now run along and help your friend.
NIGHT WOLF: Bishop?! You dead?....
CHARLES BISHOP: Just a scratch old boy, nothing I cant handle.
NIGHT WOLF: You got some balls Bishop. But save the heroics for your fan club.
SFX: BOTH LOAD GUNS
NIGHT WOLF: Lets send this overgrown rodent back to the whole it crawled out of.
CHARLES BISHOP: Indeed!
KADINS ACTION SEQUENCE MUSIC STARTS PLAYING/
SCORCH BEAST NOISES/GUNFIRE MIXED IN ALONG THE WAY
CHARLES BISHOP: Haaaa! I’ve seen more fight from a herd of mole rats!
SFX: SCORCHBEAST SCREECHS/ACTION MUSIC/GUNFIRE CONTINUE
NIGHT WOLF: Come on! Is that all you got?! Ay Mrs. H, how are we doing over
MRS. HANDY: Oh we’ll be done in time for dinner, just a little bit longer.
SFX: SCORCHBEAST SCREECHES AS IT FLAPS AWAY
NIGHT WOLF: Yeah we got it on the run!
CHARLES BISHOP: Not likely pal, look. Its coming back around.
NIGHT WOLF: This isnt looking good, I’m almost out of ammo. What about you?
BISHOP: Only got a couple rounds left. But I got a plan.
END SCENE 2/TRANSITION MUSIC/BEGIN SCENE 3
NIGHT WOLF: Thats your plan?!...It's crazy, its suicide!....I like it! How we going to KO
this thing though.
CHARLES BISHOP: With these...
NIGHT WOLF: Woah a Deathclaw gauntlet and a Powerfist? Now we’re talking!
CHARLES BISHOP: Alright, we hide, wait for it to land and then ambush the Beast.
NIGHT WOLF: You know, it might be the leftover serum talking but Charlie Boy...you
ain't half bad.
CHARLES BISHOP: Right back at ya pal. Heads up! Here it comes!
SFX: SCORCHBEAST LANDS AND ROARS
MRS. HANDY: Well whatever you boys are going to do I suggest you do it quick
before this thing messes up my make....I just powdered my nose.
CHARLES BISHOP: Ready? Now!
NIGHTWOLF: Get some!
CHARLESBISHOP: Have at thee!
SFX: DEATHCLAW SLASHES/POWERFIST SLAMS/
SCORCHBEAST SCREAMS/FLAPS A BIT
NIGHT WOLF: Its still alive?!
BISHOP: Impossible! IT should have...wait...what is it doing?
SFX: LOUD SPLASH ON CONCRETE/SCORCHBEAST GROANS/
FALLS/CRASHES ON GROUND
NIGHT WOLF: AH! What is this stuff? It burns
CHARLES BISHOP: Oh the smell! It must be some type of acid...Mrs. Handy did you
complete the realignment?
MRS. HANDY: Thats a big 10-4 there Charlie! We are connected to the radio station.
Odd though, there's no music, just static.
NIGHT WOLF: Shit! The playlist is over, we better beat feet back to the station before
the Boss catches wind of it.
CHARLES BISHOP: Right! Come on Mrs. Handy we have to go.
MRS. HANDY: Well as much as I would love the escort from you fine gentlemen. I
think I’m going to set out on my own from here.
CHARLES BISHOP Wait..what? But you?
MRS.HANDY: Oh don't you fret over me Charlie. I’m a big girl, I can take care of
NIGHT WOLF: Let her go Bishop, she’ll be fine. See you around Mrs. H!
MRS. HANDY: Oh I’m sure I will. By Boys!
CHARLES BISHOP: Never in my life...
NIGHT WOLF Quit gauking, we got to go!
CHARLES BISHOP: Right! Lead the way
MRS. HANDY: Hopefully those boys take a shower and burn those close.
Scorchbeast pee is a tough smell to get rid of...
END OF SCENE 3/TRANSITION MUSIC/BEGIN SCENE 4
SFX:KEYS JINGLE IN DOOR/LOCK CLICKS/DOOR OPENS/LIGHT FLICKS ON
HUGO WARREN: Youre late.
NIGHT WOLF: Boss we went out to...
HUGO WARREN: No excuses Night Wolf, we’re tryng to run a business here and Im
not in the mood for games.
CHARLES BISHOP: Its not his fault sir. We were seized upon by a scorchbeast while
HUGO WARREN: Oh whats this? The new blood defending his
rival?...Interesting...since when did you two become such good friends?
NIGHT WOLF: Friends?!...We aint friends!
CHARLES BISHOP: I concur! We simply have a similar interest in the success of the
radio station. A need arised for us to work together for the good of the “business” and
NIGHT WOLF: Yeah what he said.
HUGO WARREN: I see...so let me get this straight, youre not friends?
NIGHT WOLF: You serious Boss? I rather sit on a pungee board.
HUGO WARREN: So you only worked together for the common good of the station?
Youre still rivals?
CHARLES BISHOP: More like enemies, I wouldn’t befriend such a degenerate.
NIGHT WOLF: Who you callin a degenerate? You snobby little prick?!
HUGO WARREN: Alright alright, knock it off you two. You left the radio station
unmanned, not to mention the loop ended and there was a good thirty minutes of
just pure static. But...despite that, you did good.
NIGHT WOLF: Wait what?
HUGO WARREN: Not to mention we now have reception in cranberry bog thanks to
CHARLES BISHOP: So we’re not in trouble?
HUGO WARREN: Quite the contrary, I’m giving you two the rest of the day off. I’ll
man the station.
NIGHT WOLF: Hey boss how did you know we were...?
HUGO WARREN: Whats with all the questions? I’m the investigative reporter here,
remember? Now get out of sight before I change my mind.
NIGHT WOLF: Shoot you don’t have to tell me twice! Come on Bishop I’ll buy you a
CHARLES BISHOP: I’m more of a Brandy guy myself...
NIGHT WOLF: Well you’re drinking beer cuz I’m buying.
HUGO WARREN: Hey Fellas? One more thing before you go. Go take a shower in a
creek or something. You both smell like scorchbeast piss.
NIGHT WOLF: Huh? Bishop! You said it was acid!
CHARLES BISHOP: What I said was...
SFX: ARGUING CONTINUES ON IN THE BACKGROUND
HUGO WARREN: (Sighs) I need a drink....now where's that vodka bottle?
END SCENE 4/PLAY KADINS FULL ACTION MUSIC