I'm afraid for the calendar.

setup: I’m afraid for the calendar.

[BILL] standing outside factory gate, back of car open, looking both ways Hey! Need a calendar page? Need a calendar page?

((People walking by. Avoiding [BILL]))

[BILL] hawking Hey! I got calendar pages here! You need to have this Spider-Man from April 1997; it’s got black light! You can see the webs and everything! Only $3 but no black light included in that price!

[KayCEE] in go-go outfit, earpiece in Hey baby! I’d like a calendar!

(([Shakes] qua Sgt Crowley speaks in her ear: ‘Get the planners and we got him’))

[BILL] Yo! You know you do fine lady. I got Chippendales for August 2002. This guy must never eat cake and hasn’t had a drink in DAYS!

[KayCEE] declines No. That’s not my style.

[KayCEE] leans in, whispers I really need some 2027 Franklin Planners inserts. Can you help a lady out? Staples is bleeding me dry, man.

[BILL] suspicious You know I can’t sell calendars for the future little lady. That would be illegal.

[KayCEE] smiles Yeah, but I know a big, strong, temporally sound man like yourself must have some inserts handy for a special customer. A customer like me?

[BILL] smirks OK. Here’s a couple months. I’ll need…

[KayCEE] interrupts, pulls pistol FREEZE CALENDAR BOY!

(([BILL] throws stack of 365 Word-A-Days and knocks over [KayCEE]))

(([BILL] races down street, [KayCEE] not too far behind))

punchline: Its days are numbered.