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[COMPANY:]
That, that, that freckled kid down the street. He following his mother to work at the Military Police. Isn't that sweet?

[MARCO:]
I wanna thee the King! He mutht be cool!

[AISHA:]
Yes, but the poor thing, he's such a tool.

[MARCO:]
Well, let'th go, I wanna thee the old f(t)ool. F(t)ool? I can't pronounce f(t)ool.

[The music stops as AISHA laughs at her son, who miserably mispronounced "tool". MARCO pouts at her laughing, then crossing his arms.]

[MARCO:]
Thtop laughing!

[AISHA:]
Okay, okay, I'm sorry, dear.

[The music starts again, as AISHA grabbed her son's hand, helping him step up on the metal platform then getting on it herself.]

[MARCO:]
To the cathle!

[AISHA, laugning and pressing a button:]
To the castle!

[AISHA and MARCO sit down on the seats that appeared, as the platform shoots off toward the castle.]

[COMPANY:]
That freckled kid down the street, he can barely speak, isn't that sweet? That freckled kid on the way to the castle, wonder if he knows what awaits, hope he has fun, at his play date.

[Instrumental plays for a bit, before the two BODT's made their way to the castle.]

[AISHA puts on her Military Police jacket she was holding in her hands as she and MARCO get off of the platform.]

[MARCO:]
Yay! We're here!

[SHANE:]
Why's that little brat here?

[AISHA:]
Oh dear.

[MARCO:]
Oh. He'th here. Leave pleathe.

[SHANE:]
Whatever, I've got things to do.

[MARCO, whispering:]
I hope a Titan will eat you.

[SHANE walks away.]

[AISHA:]
Thank the lord. Anyways, come dear, we've gotta go to the upper floor, then straight through the door- oh sweet lord.

[The beat slows as AISHA turns around. MARCO is already gone, and no where to be seen. AISHA starts panicking.]

[COMPANY:]
That freckled boy in the castle, oh what a hassle, looks like he's gone oh so sad, let's hope his mother doesn't get mad.

That freckled kid down the in the castle, he can barely speak, that's so sweet. That freckled kid in the castle, wonder if he knows what awaits, hope he has fun, on his play date.

[The music ends with a low note. After a few seconds, an instrumental with a quicker  beat begins to play.]